In the end, Zhao Meng just gently helped Qiao Anhao cover the quilt back: "I'll go and get you dinner, you can have a good rest."

Qiao An responded softly.

Zhao Meng went out, and the room was a little terrible. Qiao An could hear her breathing faintly. She lay for a long time before she moved gently, curled up, then buried her head in the quilt, and called out softly: "Lu Jinnian."

What responded to her was the quietness of the room.

Another tear oozed from the corner of Qiao An's eyes, but the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

I will keep trying to find you, my favorite.

Maybe I will never be able to meet you in this life, but finding you is the only thing that can connect me with you.

So, I won't give up.

Maybe one day we will really see each other again, when you and I have gray hair and my teeth are falling off.

But, it doesn't matter, I'm still looking for you.

You left with regret and despair, leaving me courage and waiting.

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When Zhao Meng came back, Qiao Anhao had already fallen asleep. She did not wake her up, but just put the supper in the insulation box.

The simple room built for filming is far less than a hotel, and there is not even a TV. Zhao Meng has always liked to sleep late, and she stayed alone in another bed. She had been browsing the webpage for a long time. In the end, she was so bored that she turned off the lights in the house and closed her eyes and fell asleep.

When Qiao Anhao was sleeping until the middle of the night, she suddenly felt someone moving her quilt. She thought it was Zhao Meng, and she closed her eyes and muttered "Don't make a fuss". Then she stretched out her hand and patted her quilt. However, she felt that the touch was extremely rough and her knuckles were thick. She was not as delicate and soft as Zhao Meng. Her sleepiness was gone in an instant, and people suddenly opened their eyes.

The room was pitch black, and vaguely with the moonlight outside the window, Qiao Anhao could see a figure covering her body. Because the light was too dark, she couldn't see the person's appearance clearly, but she could be sure that it was a man.

Qiao Anhao was shocked instinctively, and the man sat up from the bed: "Who are you?"

The man seemed to have not expected that Qiao Anhao would wake up suddenly. The hand that was originally looking for something by her pillow suddenly paused, and then the man stretched out his hand in panic, covered Qiao An's mouth, and pressed her down on the bedding.

Qiao An had no time to exclaim in a short while, and then he could only make a very low and weak whine.

The man pressed her mouth with great force, which made Qiao Anhao's nose feel a little unable to breathe. The instinct of asking for help made Qiao Anhao stretch out his hand, grab his arm, and pinched it with all his strength.

Qiao An was very powerful. The man in pain groaned and the force that covered her mouth relaxed slightly. Qiao Anhao immediately made a cry for help, trying to wake Zhao Meng who was sleeping to death, but only sent out the word "Zhao". The man pressed his hand hard on her face again, then slapped the pillow under her head, pressed hard on her head, and pressed it down hard.
Chapter completed!