Yan Jiang shook his head and said, "I went to see a doctor two years ago, but it didn't work."
Tenderly gazing at Song Fei's sleeping face, Yan Jiang muttered to himself, "Sometimes when I stare at her, I always have the illusion that she will open her eyes and look at me the next second. Song Song, do you have this feeling?"
Song Ci looked at Song Fei's face, which looked as fair and rosy as a healthy girl's. She gave a bitter laugh, a bitter taste in her mouth. "Why not? For so many years, every day I believed that my sister would wake up tomorrow. I've hoped so many times, and been disappointed many times."
Holding Song Fei's hand, Song Ci put her cheek in Song Fei's palm and rubbed it, full of attachment and coquettishness. "A Jiang, waiting for someone who is sleeping to wake up is a very cruel thing. She gives you hope while also giving you disappointment. Over and over again, it will eventually make you collapse."
Song Ci looked at Yan Jiang hesitantly, wanting to tell him not to have too much hope.
Yan Jiang smiled. "I think it's good. Even if I've been disappointed thousands of times, hope is always there." He smiled at Song Ci calmly, and there was a kind of persistence in his smile that made Song Ci frightened. "I will wait for her to wake up. I haven't confessed to her yet."
Song Ci didn't know how to respond. "You're just stubborn!"
After staying at Yan Jiang's place until dark, Song Ci finally got up and left. As soon as she got home, Han Zhan came back. Song Ci heard the sound of a door opening behind her and turned back in surprise.
Seeing Han Zhan leaving work with a briefcase, Song Ci was somewhat surprised. "Brother Han, aren't you working overtime tonight?"
"No need." Han Zhan approached Song Ci and smelled a faint scent of men's perfume on her. Thinking of the push notification content he saw on his phone in the afternoon about Song Ci and Yan Jiang being secretly photographed, Han Zhan felt a little depressed. "Did you go to see Yan Jiang this afternoon?"
"How do you know?" Song Ci looked at Han Zhan suspiciously and guessed, "Did Brother Long tell tales about you?"
Han Zhan shook his head. "It's not him."
He poured himself a large glass of water, drank it, and put the glass down heavily. Han Zhan then said, "A reporter took photos of you and Yan Jiang entering and leaving his house together." Han Zhan had a particularly deep memory of Yan Jiang. At Song Ci's birthday party, the two of them showed unusual intimacy.
Han Zhan turned around to look at Song Ci, only to see her pouting and complaining, "These paparazzi love taking pictures so much, why don't they take pictures of us?"
Hearing her mumbling, Han Zhan's depressed mood suddenly improved a little. "What is your relationship with Yan Jiang?" As Song Ci's legal husband, Han Zhan had the right to ask this question.
Song Ci did not hide it from Han Zhan and told him frankly: "When we were young, we were neighbors."
They're neighbors, childhood sweethearts, a good match in age and appearance...
Han Zhan didn't seem to react much, just poured himself another glass of water, still ice water.
"They have a good relationship?" Bing Shui's lower abdomen was still burning with anger.
Song Ci nodded. "That's right. A Jiang is four years older than me. He was always bullied when he was little, so he's a bit quiet and has a low self-esteem. At that time, I was the only one in our neighborhood who would play with him."
Han Zhan said, "Then you are very special to him."
Song Ci didn't hear the sour taste in Han Zhan's words. She stood in the living room and shook her head, "What's so special about him? No matter how special he is, I don't see him liking me. He likes my sister. I can't believe that such a timid boy dares to like my sister."
Han Zhan was a little surprised, and his tone became lighter, "Yan Jiang likes Song Fei?"
"Yes." Seeing that Han Zhan was rarely interested in the people around her, Song Ci came over and stood next to Han Zhan. She told Han Zhan: "During the earthquake eight years ago, it was Yan Jiang who went without food and water for three days and raced against time to dig my sister out."
"In my previous life, even until my death, Yan Jiang never forgot my sister. I went to his house today just to see my sister. Yan Jiang, despite his playboy face, is a rare infatuated man."
Han Zhan smiled and said, "It's good." There's nothing wrong with being infatuated.
"Yeah, you think Yan Jiang is pretty good too, right?"
"Um."
Song Ci looked at Han Zhan's empty cup and couldn't help asking, "Are you that thirsty? I've seen you drink two glasses of water." She touched Han Zhan's cup and found it was very cold. "Is that ice water you just drank?"
"Not thirsty." Not only was he not thirsty, his stomach was almost full from the two glasses of ice water.
Hearing this, Song Ci's expression was a little strange. Where had her health-conscious brother Han gone? "Not drinking your wolfberry health tea anymore?"
What kind of health tea is this? I've even drunk enough vinegar. Han Zhan looked at Song Ci with a complicated expression. After a long moment, he shook his head and said, "You're really a nuisance."
Song Ci was a little confused. What had she done wrong?
"What are we having for dinner?" Song Ci rolled up his sleeves and acted as if he was ready to cook.
Han Zhan: "Let's order takeout."
Song Ci said, "Let's cook together." The way her brother Han cooks is so sexy and charming.
"No, I still have work to do. Takeout saves time." Han Zhan said, and then he heard Song Ci ask: "Still have work? Then why did you leave work so early?"
Han Zhan was silent suspiciously.
Song Ci looked at his face, which looked even more handsome when he was silent. She realized something and couldn't help but raise the corner of her mouth. "Brother Han, you didn't see the news and came back here on purpose, did you?"
Han Zhan frowned and said nothing. He strode past Song Ci into the living room and went upstairs with his computer.
Song Ci stood there, shaking his head and laughing.
This reserved and reserved guy actually gets jealous.
In the end, Song Ci cooked dinner. She felt that takeout was too greasy and she was afraid that she would gain weight if she ate it.
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