His craftsmanship is very good.
“You used to do this a lot?”It’s about a dying person, Su Qingyu’s voice is actually very calm.
Li Tingchen shook his head, “These past few years have been very few. When we first got married in the early years, as long as I was at home, you would haunt me to make soup and cook for you, and you would practice your skills over and over again.”
Listening to the meaning of his words used to be very good to him, but why did the last two of them come to such a point?
Su Qingyu could think of the picture of him and Bai Yuanyuan standing together as soon as he closed his eyes. Their family was sweet and happy.
All the tenderness in the chest cavity dissipated in an instant, leaving only the cold.
Su Qingyu didn’t even want to ask anything about them, so he buried his head in porridge.
Li Tingchen handed her a glass of soy milk, Su Qingyu was about to take it, Li Tingchen held her hand, “Susu……”
Su Qingyu looked at him strangely, not knowing what he was going to do.
“What?”
Li Tingchen stopped talking again, “It’s nothing, it’s not good to drink when it’s cold.”
Su Qingyu felt that Li Tingchen today was very strange, as if he had a thousand words to say but he couldn’t bear to speak.
She didn’t take a few sips of a meal, so she went back to her room and lay down because she was too weak.
At this moment, the sun was just right, and she was napping under the window sill during the day. Su Qingyu watched the flowers outside and her drowsiness hit, and she slowly closed her eyes.
She had a long dream, in which she saw some familiar faces, like long-lost old friends around her and talking to her about the recent situation.
Su Qingyu had been asleep for a long, long time, and Li Tingchen had been by her side, quietly waiting for the verdict after she woke up.
This day and night were also very long for him.
It was almost dawn, and Su Qingyu woke up from her dream. She was panting heavily. In her dream, it seemed that someone had restrained her neck with her hand, which made her extremely uncomfortable.
The picture of memory stayed in Li Tingchen forcibly injecting her with medicine, and she opened her eyes abruptly, facing the same eyes as in her dream.
It’s just that he used to be desperate and indifferent, but now he is looking at himself cautiously.
After sleepless all night, his throat was a little dry, “Susu.”
The sun gently fell in from the window, Li Tingchen turned against the light, and the sun plated him with a gentle golden color.
His stiff facial features also looked a lot softer, and he sat there quietly, with fine dust flying around him.
At this moment, it seemed to have traveled through time and returned to see you at the beginning of the year.