She is a real daughter with a thousand layers of vest

Chapter 943

In the small, dim room, Huo Baiyuan sat on the ground. With the help of the moonlight from the window, he flipped through the diary in his hand, page by page. Every page was filled with his name.

Later on, there was only one word in her diary - pain.

She couldn't express herself and had nowhere to confide in. She only had one feeling: pain.

The last article stopped on the day when Song Lishu asked him to meet her, and then there was no further news. From then on, she sealed it in this small iron box, along with his feelings.

If it weren't for the landlord's request for rent payment, Huo Baiyuan would never have discovered this place. These things, this diary, would have completely disappeared from this world along with Song Lishu.

Huo Baiyuan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, as if his nerves were being pulled violently by something. He immediately hugged his head tightly with both hands. The severe pain almost made it impossible for him to breathe. Countless broken images were running around in his head, as if they were about to explode at any time.

The pain was like being cut by a knife, or like having your bone marrow gnawed by thousands of insects and ants.

Huo Baiyuan couldn't bear the pain anymore. He curled up his body and fell to the ground. His head seemed to be torn open by a huge hand. It was bloody and had something stuffed inside.

Qin Miao was startled and hurriedly supported Huo Baiyuan: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"It hurts..." Huo Baiyuan lay on the ground, holding his head, his eyes full of bloodshot, his face distorted with pain, and he struggled to squeeze out a little whimper from his throat: "It hurts... It hurts..."

Qin Miao was at a loss: "Hurt? Where does it hurt?"

Huo Baiyuan was unable to answer, and couldn't even tell where the pain was. Suddenly, a soft cheer rang in his ears, and his whole body shook.

"A Yuan..."

Who?! Who is calling him? Who would call him that?

Huo Baiyuan raised his head, but he could only see darkness in front of him. He could not see anything, only the ethereal voice echoed, as if it was right beside his ear, but also as if it was so far away that he could not catch it. "A Yuan, how can you get married without a ring?"

"Happy birthday, Yuan."

"Yuan, birthday wishes won't come true if you say them out loud."

"A Yuan, I will always be with you."

"A Yuan, have you ever thought that all this is just a dream?"

Qin Miao helped Huo Baiyuan up from the ground. Huo Baiyuan stood there in a daze. Suddenly, a gap seemed to be torn in front of his eyes, and it gradually became bright and clear.

He saw a door of the hut being slowly pushed open, and then two figures walked in from outside.

It's a man and Song Lishu.

The two walked to the shoe rack, the man took off his shoes, took out the couple slippers from the shoe rack and put them on. Then, he bent down, picked up another pair of couple slippers, gently placed them at Song Lishu's feet, raised his head, and smiled at her.

After changing his shoes, the man followed Song Lishu into the kitchen.

Song Lishu took out the vegetables he had just bought. The man actively took them and started to wash them. His movements were awkward and clumsy. Song Lishu patted his hands, as if he was disgusted with his slow movements, and took over the job.

The man smiled foolishly, without wiping his hands, he hugged Song Lishu tightly from behind. Song Lishu was embarrassed and annoyed, and cursed a few words, but the man did not let go, which made Song Lishu unable to do things properly.

The most ordinary home-cooked dishes are full of fragrance and have a homely warmth when placed on the table.

(End of this chapter)