Feng Ming defies the sky: prostitutes do not become concubines

Of course he knew who Xiao Yihan was referring to, he nodded slightly, sighed slightly in his heart, and did not answer.

"Where is she, take me there."

Xiao Yihan looked too calm at the moment, but it was because he looked too calm that Xin Yi became more and more flustered.

Xiao Yihan wore a light gray coat. Although his complexion looked a little weak, it was not as pale as before, and he himself could clearly feel that his body was gradually recovering.

But he was not half happy about it.

Gently opening the wooden door, Xiao Yihan saw Shui Ningyan lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

The mask covered her peerless radiance, but her mediocre face could no longer find the bright colors of the past. Instead, it seemed that her face was covered with a layer of gray.

Gently waving his hand to signal Xin Yi beside him to go down, he slowly stepped into the room, there was no sound in the silent room, Xiao Yihan's footsteps became the only tone.

He walked forward slowly to the bed and sat down, seeing Shui Ningyan's thinning face, his heart seemed to twitch.

He stretched out his hand to gently caress Shui Ningyan's face, followed her face down until it reached the mask, and with a light tear, the mask fell off.

Even though Shui Ningyan's originally stunning face was still dull, one could still see how beautiful she was when she was awake.

Xiao Yihan's voice rang softly in Shui Ningyan's ears, as gentle as if afraid of waking her who was asleep.

"From now on, I don't want you to show people with a mask. You are Shui Ningyan, my first-haired wife, the only woman I have identified in my life."

He slowly lowered his head and kissed Shui Ningyan's smooth forehead, staring fixedly at her haggard face.

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Two more days passed, and Xiao Yihan took care of her indifferently, just like Shui Ningyan took care of him back then.

The sky gradually became colder, and Shuiningyan woke up on the third day. In the morning, Xiao Yihan sat on the roof with Shuiningyan in his arms to watch the sunrise.

The sun rose from the foot of the mountain, and the sunlight gradually covered the earth. Xiao Yihan looked sideways at Shui Ningyan, who was staring at the sun with full concentration, and stretched out his hand to tighten the cloak on her body.

As if afraid that she would be cold, he stretched out his hand and held Shui Ningyan's hand.

The hands of the two were cold, and they looked at each other, an inexplicable light flashed in their eyes, but they both quickly covered it up, as if that trace of doubt had never appeared.

The unknown wildflowers under the house were blooming just in time, and the sunlight shrouded the figures of the two little by little, reflecting the shadows of each other.

Is this the place you have always wanted, where you only smell the fragrance of flowers, don't talk about sorrows and joys, drink tea and read books, and don't fight for the day and night.The sun is warmer, warmer, the days are slower, slower...

Xiao Yihan looked sideways at Shui Ningyan, thinking in his heart.There is tenderness in the eyes.

As if aware that Xiao Yihan was looking at her, Shui Ningyan turned her head back and smiled lightly, without speaking, the smile contained thousands of words.

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I have been doing errands outside all day today, and I just came home, and I immediately sat down and wrote a chapter and posted it, please be considerate, I will try to write as much as possible tomorrow.

p: Is this the place you want... Slow down, it is a popular saying that Yan saw on the Internet, it feels very in line with the artistic conception of the text, use it for reference, and declare it here.