t hung loosely around his neck. Someone saw him and came up to greet him: "Mr. Xiao, what brings you here today to grace us with your presence at this banquet"Xiao Heng's gaze, however, kept searching...……

By the time Jian Tong returned home in the dead of night, it was already 3 AM.

The moment the door opened, she habitually slipped into the slippers that had been waiting for her at the entranceway. They were pink rabbit slippers, fluffy and warm, perfect for a chilly autumn evening.

She was slightly surprised that the living room lights were dimmed tonight.

Have you slept yet

As fingers pressed the living room light switch, a warm glow instantly filled the house.

She instinctively looked towards the living room…… Nobody

Then he rushed over to the balcony.

On the balcony stood that super professional telescope, but there was no one around.

Where is everyone

My heart suddenly felt a surge of panic. I turned around and rushed to the bedroom, my steps quickening. I pushed open the door and flipped on the light in one go.

The heart that was raised, finally settled down.

She walked two steps and, at the place where he was lying on the floor, crouched down. She looked at him; his hair was tousled and messy, sticking out from under the blanket. If she didn't think about who was under the blanket, if she didn't look at his face, she thought this person before her was rather endearing, with a fluffy head exposed and his whole body curled up like a shrimp.

It is said that people who curl up tightly when they sleep lack a sense of security.

Shen Xiujian, feeling insecure

I can't help but chuckle and shake my head... She thought the person who came to that conclusion must be a charlatan, spouting nothing but fallacies.

She really couldn't figure out why Shen Xiujin would lack a sense of security.

When it comes to feeling safe, no one in the world is exempt, not even Shen Xiuqin.

The person under the quilt seemed to wake up, moved, opened their eyes sleepily, rubbed their face, and mumbled softly: "Tongtong, you're back. I boiled noodles and put them in a thermos. I'll get you some."

Maybe, she was really hungry. She was very gentle and didn't refuse, "Okay."

He immediately scrambled out of bed, rubbing his sleepy eyes, and hurried to the living room.

Chapter 302: Making an Exception

This meal, the eater was silent, and in the eyes of those watching, there remained only her shadow.

The woman buried her head, eating mouthful after mouthful. The person opposite her propped their chin up with their hands and watched silently.

Those who do not know the inside story are afraid to misunderstand, this is a pair of companions for old age.

When the night is deep and all is quiet

The weather forecast reminds us of the approaching cold front, and on this night, a sudden drop in temperature.

Jian Tong woke up to rustling sounds. She listened carefully, tilting her head, and realized the rustling was coming from under the bed.

Rising gently, I looked down at the floor under my bed.

She always felt that this person had strange quirks. She preferred the sofa in the living room to the floor mat in her bedroom, but this person, when stubborn, insisted on sleeping on the floor in her bedroom instead of going to the living room.

If given the choice, she would rather sleep on the sofa in the living room.

At this moment, looking down at the bed, that person's teeth were "gritting" and trembling, clutching their hands tightly to themselves, shrinking into a shrimp.

"Are you awake" In the darkness, a woman's voice, devoid of any spark, asked slowly.

The bedroom was silent, with no response.

"Feigning sleep isn't done like that." she said calmly.

The person on the ground took a long time before finally rolling over, awkwardly opening their eyes to look at her.

Of course, in the bedroom at night, the woman did not see the man's embarrassed expression.

"Tong Tong," the person whispered softly, just to let himself know he was awake.

On the bed, the woman moved, "My feet are cold."

The man, seemingly unrelated to him, gently spoke. Upon hearing this, the man lying on the bed immediately crawled out from under the blankets: "Cold Let me warm you up, then it won't be cold anymore."

She hardly needed to think, sure enough, in just a short while, her icy cold feet felt as if they were nestled in a warm hearth. Even for someone who had long grown accustomed to the coldness of her feet, she couldn't help but relax her furrowed brow with a sense of comfort.

"Have you remembered anything recently..."

As if in casual conversation, she asked.

The person at the foot of the bed, while covering her feet with their hands, gently pressed each acupuncture point on the soles of her feet with their fingers.

At this, he nonchalantly said, “Tongtong is so strange, and Uncle Xichen is even stranger. He always asks Ashu if he remembers anything.”

"Did Ah Xiu forget something"

In the darkness, a pair of jet-black eyes, reflecting the streetlight outside, flashed with a glimmer. Jian Tong opened her mouth... but was speechless by his action.

What did he forget

"Tongtong, you keep asking Axiu what to remember and what Axiu should remember.

If Ah Xiu forgets something, Tong Tong remembers. Tong Tong can tell Ah Xiu.

Under the quilts, the woman's hand clenched and unclenched for a long time: "That night, why did you take those sticks for me"

She had always wanted to ask, but hadn't... Her eyes flickered slightly.

"Doesn't it hurt Asu isn't the most afraid of pain, right"

She spoke softly, her voice gentle and calm. After finishing her words, she pursed her lips.

"Yeah, Ashu is most afraid of pain.

But Ashu didn't want Tong Tong to be hurt.

That night, when Ah Xiu saw Tong Tong being beaten, he didn't know why, his heart was so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that he wanted to hug Tong Tong tightly and hide him away. Tong Tong's pain was worse than Ah Xiu's, even more unbearable.

Jian Tong's shoulders stiffened.

The light outside streamed in, and their eyes adjusted to the darkness.

Xiao Tong could vaguely see the man at the foot of the bed, muttering: "And every time Xiao Tong ignores Xiu, Xiu here," she saw the man clutching his chest and said: "It hurts so much. Xiao Tong, do you think Xiu is sick"

The hand under the quilt suddenly clenched, her palm instantly damp with sweat.

That man foolishly asked her if she thought he was sick.

Jian Tong stared blankly at the figure at the foot of the bed for a long time. She opened her mouth several times, but found that she couldn't say anything.

"My feet... they're warm." After a long while, warmth spread through her feet, and there was a rhythmic pressing sensation at the soles. The air around them was utterly silent. She broke this silence, but it felt as if she could only utter that single appropriate phrase.

He obviously knows that the person is mentally unstable right now. Why bother listening to what he says, let alone taking it to heartment of love and hate.If you hate her, why bother doing all these thoughtful things Those actions seemed like he loved himself so much, but if he truly loved her, why was his heart so cruel, throwing...