Dear Mr. Shi

Sometimes, she really doubted that he had a double personality, or a split personality, otherwise how could the coldness and enthusiasm be transformed so naturally.

After Shi Yuhan wiped the medicinal liquor, he raised his eyes and found that Song Qinghuan was staring at her blankly, and raised her eyebrows to meet her gaze: "What are you looking at?"

Song Qinghuan regained consciousness suddenly, shook his head: "I didn't see anything?"

Lifting her eyes, her gaze settled gracefully and indifferently on her face, her lips curled up with a slight smile, and she asked calmly, "Does it look good?"

The tail is elongated, with a trace of evil charm.

The eyes are facing each other, the distance is very close, and the scorching eyes are like fire and electricity. Song Qinghuan coughed slightly to cover up his embarrassment: "Can you be less stinky? It's not uncommon for me to look good."

Shi Yuhan's deep eyes drifted away. After hearing these words, he gradually became colder and asked: "Then who are you rare?"

Song Qinghuan curled his lips: "Who do you care about me? Anyway, it's not rare for you to do it."

Shi Yuhan warned in a deep voice: "Except for me, you are not allowed to give me anything rare."

With his hands behind his back, ten fingers pinched and entangled each other to show Song Qinghuan's current entanglement.

She doesn't know what it means to keep out the cold.

Song Qinghuan fixedly looked at him and murmured: "Shi Yuhan, it is not good for you to be like this. Since you are playing with me, you can't demand my heart aggressively. After you say that, you should also know that I I won't leave my heart to you."

Shi Yuhan felt that his heart was very uncomfortable for no reason, as if he was being pierced by a sharp object.

Seeing Song Qinghuan's head, ignore him.

Shi Yuhan stretched out her hand, grabbed her chin and helped her face, bowed her head and asked in a mute voice: "Remember what I said to you yesterday, I let you spend the past two years well, don't hold me anything during this period. Fantasy, otherwise, if a bullet pierces your head one day, it’s not that you have died innocently, but that you are eating your own fruit."

Remember, Song Qinghuan certainly remembers, and this scene will never be forgotten.

That day, she prepared dinner and prepared a birthday cake, but he ruthlessly destroyed everything, and used such ruthless words to poke her blood and cry.

What does he mean by mentioning this again today?

She stared at him steadily. For a moment, Song Qinghuan clearly saw the struggle and entanglement in Shi Yuhan’s eyes.

Shi Yuhan has always been a very assertive, domineering, and strong man. He has leadership and decision-making abilities that everyone is proud of.

But these are not innate, but self-trained every year.

For him, it is really rare to be so struggling, so hesitant.

Anyone who knows him will be surprised when he knows it.

"Song Qinghuan, the so-called fairy tales are all deceptive, and there is no eternal happiness in the world." Shi Yuhan's voice was hoarse, and he spoke softly to Song Qinghuan with profound meaning.

Song Qinghuan looked at his cold face and smiled: "I know, I never believe in fairy tales, but I like fairy tales. Do you know why?"

Before staying out of the cold, Song Qinghuan smiled and said the answer: "Because the bad guys in fairy tales will get retribution. For me, fairy tales are not fantasy, not naive, nor unrealistic, but a dream, having a dream. Can't it?"

A faint passage, seemingly ordinary, very weak, but Yuhan couldn't refute it!