It’s not that he has nothing left, he still has it.

Cheng Weiyue was carried back to the bedroom by Zhou Jingwei.

She was placed on the edge of the soft bed, and Zhou Jingwei knelt down in front of her and put her cold feet in his hands.

He raised his eyes and looked at her with an overly gentle look: "Who told you to run around barefoot?"

"I'm going downstairs to put on my shoes." Cheng Weiyue whispered unconvinced.

The next moment, she leaned forward and hugged Zhou Jingwei, resting her chin on his shoulder: "Zhou Jingwei, don't worry about me, I will take good care of myself."

After she finished speaking, she subconsciously touched the side of his face, but her fingertips accidentally got stained with sweat from her temples.

She paused and looked at him in surprise: "Why are you sweating so much?"

Zhou Jingwei hugged her back into his arms.

His voice became fragile and hoarse in an instant: "Yueyue, I have a nightmare."

These words made Cheng Weiyue's heart tighten, and she couldn't help but ask: "What nightmare?"

Zhou Jingwei buried his face in her shoulder, showing his rare vulnerability.

He didn't say anything, but Cheng Weiyue understood everything.

She patted his back time and time again and said, "Zhou Jingwei, I have a story. Do you want to hear it?"

"What story?"

"A long time ago, there lived a little rabbit and a fox on the mountain. One day winter came, and the fox said he was going to hibernate. The little rabbit thought it was strange, why did the fox need to hibernate? Even though it was winter last year, he was still with me.

.”

Zhou Jingwei smiled softly and said: "Fairy tale?"

"I haven't finished speaking yet!" Cheng Weiyue glanced at him angrily and said, "The little rabbit was very sad. She thought the fox was leaving this winter. But one day, she woke up and found that the fox was at home.

At the door, there was a scarf in his hand. The fox said: 'Winter is here, and I used the hair I lost this year to knit a scarf for you.'"

After Cheng Weiyue finished speaking, she tapped Zhou Jingwei's waist with her finger and said, "Do you know what I mean?"

"Tell me about it." Zhou Jingwei had a thick smile on his lips.

"I want to say that those who love you will never leave you." Cheng Weiyue hugged him tightly and said softly, "For example, I will never leave you."

"I know, little fool."

Cheng Weiyue, who was called a little fool, gave him a dissatisfied look.

Later, Zhou Jingwei was handling official business in the study, and it was already late at night when everything ended.

When he came back, he moved very gently, but Cheng Weiyue still hugged him immediately.

Her voice was mixed with the sleepiness of someone who had not yet fallen asleep, and she muttered: "Hug me."

Zhou Jingwei followed her words and hugged her tightly.

He kissed her forehead and asked her why she wasn't sleeping yet.

"Waiting for you." Cheng Weiyue said matter-of-factly: "Zhou Jingwei, if you don't come, how can I sleep alone."

"Sorry, I don't have time to spend time with you after you come back." The apology in his tone was so clear that Cheng Weiyue could hear it clearly.

She shook her head and said: "I'm not sorry, Zhou Jingwei, I feel very happy when I can see you. Of course, if I can help you share your things, I should be even happier."

"I'll handle my own affairs. Just go and do your work." Zhou Jingwei said seriously. He didn't wear glasses. Cheng Weiyue raised her head and saw his deep and clean eyes, the tenderness in them.

Open it, occupying Cheng Weiyue's sight little by little.

Cheng Weiyue heard him say: "If you stop or slow down the pace of your life because of me, I will blame myself very much. Yueyue, I always hope that what I can give you is the best.

"

The best?

It couldn't be better.

"Zhou Jingwei, stretch out your hand."

He didn't ask why and just did as he was told.

In the dim light, Cheng Weiyue looked at his cold white and strong arm, suddenly lowered her head and took a hard bite.

She tasted blood between her teeth.

But Zhou Jingwei remained calm from beginning to end, as if the person bitten was not him.

"Do you know the League of Rodents?" Cheng Weiyue looked at Zhou Jingwei's face and said word by word: "We must always be with each other, even when we can't see each other, we must know that the other party will always be by our side.

.”

There was a red crescent at the end of Zhou Jingwei's eyes, which started to smudge a little.

He didn't say anything, but he seemed to have said everything.

He looked at Cheng Weiyue, smiled slightly, and said, "Is Yueyue afraid of pain?"

Cheng Weiyue said she was not afraid.

Zhou Jingwei rubbed her arm with his fingertips very gently.

The moment the skin is cut between the teeth, the pain is unavoidable.

She frowned, and when Zhou Jingwei raised his eyes to look at her with concern, he calmed down his expression appropriately.

"Does it hurt?"

Cheng Weiyue shook her head and said it didn't hurt.

But how could such a deep mark not hurt?

Cheng Weiyue's skin was thin, and there was a faint dark green circle around the bloody tooth marks, which was very real.

Zhou Jingwei's kiss fell on it.

The temperature of his lips was cool, with an indescribable tenderness and tenderness.

Cheng Weiyue heard him say in a hoarse voice: "Yueyue, this means the covenant has been reached, right?"

"Yes, effective immediately."

"Immediately means that you can't go back on it, right?"

"Of course, I won't regret it."

The kiss between the lips deepened inch by inch, becoming more and more lingering: "I won't let you have the chance to regret it."

Three days later.

Lin Xuansu's funeral was held with great splendor, and all the prominent people in Jingcheng were present.

The Zhao family also received the invitation without any surprise, and on the same day, Zhao Hanchen also arrived as promised.

Things are unpredictable. The last time Zhou Jingwei attended Zhao Mingchen's funeral, who would have thought that in just two years, things would turn around.

Zhou Jingwei was standing in the hall, almost where Zhao Hanchen was before.

His expression was dull and calm, his face was gentle and elegant, and his eyes were calm.

Every time everyone present came in, they would always come up to him and shake hands with him politely to express their condolences.

It doesn't matter how much genuine feelings there are, what matters is whether the expression is sad enough and the etiquette is impeccable.

Zhou Jingwei undoubtedly did a good job, there wasn't even a trace of sadness on his face.

He did not lose his composure and truly put the overall situation first.

But humans are not plants, how can they be so calm?

Zhao Hanchen stood looking at him from a distance. After a while, he stepped forward and said, "My condolences."

Zhou Jingwei just nodded and said, "You're here."

"It should." Zhao Hanchen paused, looked around, and asked doubtfully: "By the way, where is your dad?"

Zhou Jingwei was silent for a moment, with a faint frost in his eyes: "He said he was unwell and wouldn't come."

"Can't you face it?" Zhao Han and Chenfeng's eyes were filled with empathy: "Sometimes, when people face the departure of their loved ones, they will have an escape mentality. This is human nature and is inevitable.

"

(End of chapter)
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