C205 (2/2)
An Hao looked at the time. It was already ten in the morning, she seemed to be sleeping soundly, sleeping more and more every day, and sleeping like a pig.
She didn't know how she had slept that night. Every bone in her body seemed to be screaming and aching. She raised her hand and knocked on her neck. The moment she touched her skin, it hurt so much that she let out a ”hiss”.
What was going on?
She poked her neck and chest. In front, as well as in the shoulder, every poke will hurt.
She carefully examined her body. Her expression was getting heavier and heavier, and her lips were pursed tightly. She discovered that there were faint purple marks on her shoulder. She couldn't detect it if she didn't examine it closely, but if she did, she would be able to see it.
There was something in front of her chest, she suddenly thought of that dream. Lin Lang tightly hugged her, his hands fiercely pinching her skin, she was awoken by that pain.
Could it be that when he was pinched in his dream, he would wake up with pain in his heart?
She sat on the bed and thought for a long time before getting up and leaving the bedroom.
Chen Xiyang had indeed already gone out. On the dining table, there was a bowl of rice porridge, a stack of small pickled vegetables and a big bowl of mountain medicine ribs soup. On the side, there was a sticky note: Remember to warm up your food before eating.
An Hao looked at the convenient lips. The petal was pressed even tighter, and the expression on her face didn't look too good.
She suspected that Chen Xiyang pinched her last night, but if he really pinched her, and it was so painful, how could she not wake up? And why would he pinch her when he was perfectly fine?
Could it really have been pinched by Lin Lang in his dreams, causing him to feel pain even when he woke up?
This was too strange.
She washed up and ate her meals with these misgivings. After cleaning everything up, it was almost 11 o'clock, she called Xia Lan but her phone was still turned off. An Hao went out to take a taxi to the rented house that they used to live together.
After standing at the door and knocking for half an hour, there was no response from inside, but he woke up the neighbor next door. An Hao apologised embarrassedly: ”Sorry, Auntie, I came to find my friend, but I can't open the door, I'm worried that something might have happened to her.”
”She probably moved away. It's been almost a month since I last saw her. You should call her and ask.”
Moved away? An Hao thoughtfully walked out of the corridor, and kept turning his head to look at the window on the third floor. From here, he could see Xia Lan's bedroom, which was tightly curtained, and it didn't seem like anyone was living there.
She turned around to leave, and did not realize that after she turned around, a corner of the curtain had been pulled open. Xia Lan watched her figure disappear bit by bit, raised a hand to feel the purple color on his face, and muttered softly, ”Ah Hao, give me some more time, this will be over soon.”
An Hao went to Auntie Xia's place again, but was informed by her neighbors that Auntie Xia had returned back to her hometown a few days ago, so she could only return to Grandma's home.
”Your Auntie Xia left a few days ago. I don't know what that little girl Lan said to her, but she left in a hurry and came to see me before she left. She left some useful things at home for me and it seems like she won't be able to come back for a while.
When he heard that An Hao was looking for Auntie Xia and her daughter, Grandma An softly whispered as he put on his scarf.
It was almost winter time, and she wanted to knit a thick scarf for her granddaughter before winter really arrived. Ah Hao was fearful of the cold, so the scarf he made himself was thick and warm, and the scarf he wore around his neck was extremely soft and comfortable.
Xia Lan was unable to find it, no matter how much he thought about it, it was useless.
An Hao sighed lightly, and reached out to stroke the fluffy wool ball. When she looked up, she saw her grandmother's head full of white hair, and she felt a little pained: ”Why did you think of knitting a scarf again, wasn't the one last year still fine?”