When Gu Youran was seventeen, she met Han Jingchen and fell in love at first sight. She knew him for eight years and loved him for eight years.
Han Jingchen had a car accident and was confine...
His eyes first fell on Gu Youran's pale face.
Seeing her furrowed brows and trembling fingertips, my heart suddenly tightened.
"Youbao, Youbao..." He held Gu Youran's hand and called softly.
The monitor's alarm gradually died down.
Shi Heng breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that her vital signs were stable.
Suddenly, Gu Youran's fingers moved.
Her fingertips were cold, but she held Shi Heng's hand tightly. Although the force was light, it was filled with a kind of persistent dependence.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Shi Heng whispered to comfort him.
The other hand gently stroked her forehead, wiping away the fine trace of cold sweat.
His fingertips gently traced her eyebrows.
He leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead, "You are safe now. No one can hurt you again."
Gu Youran's fingers tightened slightly, as if she heard his voice, but she still couldn't wake up from the dream.
Shi Heng's eyes darkened, "Shi Jue's leg, I just broke it."
He said it lightly, "This is what he deserves. He owes you, and I will get it back bit by bit."
Gu Youran's eyelashes trembled even more violently, as if touched by his words.
"I will not let any of those who hurt you go."
His lips were gently pressed against her ear, his voice so soft that it was almost inaudible, "Youbao, you just need to rest well. When you wake up, everything will be over."
Gu Youran's fingers gradually relaxed and her breathing became steady.
Shi Heng's gaze fell on her pale face again.
He knew that there might be another person in her dream.
The man with the flying eagle tattoo.
"You are mine. No matter who you dream about, in the end, you will come back to me."
After saying that, he gently lifted the quilt and carefully lay down beside her.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and gently held her in his arms.
Her body was cold, but it gradually warmed up in his arms.
"Go to sleep, Youbao," he pressed his lips against her hair, "I'm right here and not going anywhere."
Shi Heng buried his face in her neck, breathing in the faint scent of medicine on her body, but felt extremely at ease.