"..." Xia Ningmeng wanted to speak but stopped, but in the end she didn't dare to ask Jian Jichen, was Daqin really 22oo years ago? She wanted to have Jian Jichen send her, and she would definitely be able to go back.

The next morning, they drove the bus early, so the two of them chatted in front of the floor-to-ceiling window until after 9 o'clock.

Jian Jichen was a little unable to sleep after lying down. He got up and opened the curtains in the room. There were clothes that Xia Ningmeng had washed on the balcony. Jian Jichen looked up and thought to himself that he would remind Xia Ningmeng not to forget to take the clothes tomorrow.

Standing on the open-air balcony, the night is so quiet, and the world is left alone. He is always unable to get out of loneliness. He is obviously afraid of loneliness, but he always refuses to get close to others.

The evening breeze blew his forehead and blew the head in front of his forehead.

His thoughts couldn't help but return to the scene three years ago. At that tragic moment, fire, blood, wreckage, and small space, surrounded by his father's weak voice, saying: "Chenchen, you must live. If your parents are not around, you must be stronger."

Jian Jichen closed his eyes in pain, but the pain in his heart could not be gone. He supported the railing and raised his head high, but the wetness in his eyes became heavier and heavier, and the neon lights in front of him were blurred. He quietly let the wetness slide out along the corners of his eyes.

Everyone has the most painful things in their hearts, why do they have to face the cruelest?

Jian Jichen gently wiped away a tear, and his fingers bounced the tears into the air. At this time, the door opened. Jian Jichen turned around and saw that it was Xia Ningmeng, and walked in with the quilt.

"Huh?" She saw that there was no one on the bed at the door, her head tilted, and her face was puzzled, but soon Xia Ningmeng saw the curtains open, so she walked over with a smile and said, "Mr. Jian, can't you sleep, either?"

At this moment, Jian Jichen had already calmed down and asked indifferently with usual face: "What are you doing if you don't sleep?"

"I'm scared by myself and dare not sleep."

Jian Jichen said lightly: "Go and go to bed."

The two returned to the bedroom and lay on the same bed for the first time together. Jian Jichen sat against the head of the bed, glanced at Xia Ningmeng with his chin on her back, and asked, "Mr. Jian, why can't you sleep?"

"I didn't sleep."

Jian Jichen was about to lie down and end the conversation, but Xia Ningmeng sat up and said, "Mr. Jian, we will part tomorrow. Will you miss me?"

Jian Jichen said coldly: "No!"

"Although I have caused you a lot of trouble, don't you really miss me at all?"

Jian Jichen lay down and closed his eyes and did not answer, leaving two words: "Sleep!"

Space sighed softly, and Xia Ningmeng said in a soft voice: "I will remember Mr. Jian in this life, but I hope that my future husband can also spoil me like Mr. Jian."

Jian Jichen sneered and said, "How old is you? You can get married. Husband. If you talk, go to the sand to sleep."

Xia Ningmeng dared not talk too much, and lay down to sleep obediently.

Although Jian Jichen turned his back to Xia Ningmeng, he could still feel that the little girl was not sleeping, maybe she was wandering with her big eyes, or maybe she was fantasizing about her own prince charming. 14 The age when she was in love, she was looking forward to how beautiful the world was, and how colorful it was, but she didn't know how ugly and helpless the world was.

Early the next morning, Jian Jichen was still awakened by Xiu Jie and the phone call. When he opened his eyes, Xia Ningmeng leaned gently on his shoulder. The breath of breath warmed the skin of his arms. Jian Jichen looked blankly at her quiet sleeping face for a while before he woke her up and said, "It's time to get up."
Chapter completed!