Chapter 918 - Communicating With Pen (1/2)

Deep night gradually fell. He Xiyan was still awake. She opened her eyes and saw a familiar face beside her.

Jiahang should be asleep already; his even breathing could be heard.

She reached out her right hand, landing gently on Jiahang’s forehead. When touching his face softly, she could not help blowing her nose with the familiar feeling passed on through her fingers.

“I’m sorry!” She murmured, and then two tears fell down from the corners of her eyes, dropping onto the white pillow.

Chen Jiahang suddenly moved, one hand reaching out of the quilt and holding the woman beside into his arms.

“Have a good rest, Yanyan.” He said vaguely, and then closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.

He Xiyan pillowed Jiahang’s arm. All she smelled was something she was familiar and unwilling to part with. She held one hand around his neck while her face got closer to him. At this time, she felt a sudden heartache, as if something had been peeled hard off.

She couldn’t help but cover her eyes with her hands, tears bursting out in her eyes.

A sleepless night.

The next morning, He Xiyan got up early. She made Jiahang’s favorite omelet and a bowl of beef noodles. As for herself, she just had a small piece of bread and a bottle of milk.

The moment Jiahang got up, he smelled the omelet. He quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face, and then came to the dining room.

“Yanyan, thank you.” Chen Jiahang said with a smile, feeling particularly sweet in his heart. Having someone get breakfast ready for him after getting up was quite happy.

He Xiyan gently put her hand on Jiahang’s shoulder and shook her head at him.