Loving My Rival’s White Moonlight

Shen Qinghuan did not answer, and the two fell into a stalemate for a moment.

But Jian Fan didn't rush to force Shen Qinghuan to give an answer, just shook her hand gently, just so gently.

He also shifted his eyes from staring at her to the hands between the two.

After a meeting, Jian Fan pursed her lower lip and patted the back of Qing Huan's hand.

"It's okay, wait until you want to say it, okay?"

"It's too cold here, I'll take you back first."

After speaking, Jian Fan got up, took off his jacket, put it on Shen Qinghuan's shoulder, and prepared to take Shen Qinghuan back.

Unexpectedly, after he walked a few steps forward, there was no sound of following footsteps behind him.

Jian Fan turned his head.

Shen Qinghuan was still sitting on a chair by the lake, and there was no movement.

Jian Fan turned around. Just when he wanted to go back to see what happened to Shen Qinghuan, she saw Shen Qinghuan suddenly turning around.

She squeezed the jacket Jian Fan put on her, and wrapped herself in an overlapping manner, as if it would be warmer.

The next moment, she took a deep breath, as if she had made a decision, her eyes lifted slightly, and she spoke slowly.

"Don't wait."

"Now you can."

…

Shen Qinghuan said it word by word, not completely inwardly, she still wanted face, and restrainedly mentioned her native family.

Then we mention Simplified and Traditional.

"Actually, I think that although the two of us have different growth experiences, we may want the same thing."

"Afan, you need warmth too."

"You are also dying for family members."

Jian Fan’s past is clearly laid out in front of Shen Qinghuan. Although she can’t fully empathize with her, Shen Qinghuan knows that she can understand Jian Fan.

What she and Jian Fan think is another way to achieve the same goal.

And such a person needs a carefree little sun most.

In the world of Little Sun, there is no gloom, no inferiority, no depression, no pain.

TA is gentle, warm, willing to wrap each other with light and heat, and give without asking for anything in return.

With the power to heal people's hearts, they can lead them to embrace a better future.

This is what she and Jian Fan need.

However, Shen Qinghuan clearly knew that he was not such a person.

But she will also try hard to be a little sun that can give Jian Fan warmth.

Shen Qinghuan's hands under her generous coat clenched tightly, as if this would give her confidence.

But even so, she still worried that she could not do well.

Shen Qinghuan did not speak very bluntly, but her emotional tone can also feel the inferiority and the sense of gains and losses emanating from her bones.

especially…

"Well, I long for warmth, and I want my family."

Jian Fan approved Shen Qinghuan's words, but did not deny it.

Shen Qinghuan instantly felt as if a mountain was pressed down on his back.

She twitched the corners of her mouth, her smile a little reluctantly.

"I...I will try to do it."

But Jian Fan on the other side just shook his head. As soon as he shook his head, Shen Qinghuan's heart fell, looking at Jian Fan in a bewilderment.

Does her honesty make Jian Fan disgusted?

Still, Jian Fan wants to understand again?

Just as Shen Qinghuan was thinking about it, she suddenly cast a shadow in front of her.

At some point, Jian Fan walked up to her.

The cranky Shen Qinghuan didn't even have the courage to look up at Jian Fan. She was afraid to see Jian Fan's disappointment in her.

can…

In the next second, Jian Fan's cold voice sounded over Shen Qinghuan's head.

"Qing Huan, do you know?"

"You don't have to do anything, your existence, to me, is the greatest warmth."

Shen Qinghuan froze.

***

After a meeting, Shen Qinghuan seemed to react, and suddenly raised his head, completely incredulous in his eyes.

"Afan, you..."

But when Shen Qinghuan met Jian Fan, all his unbelief seemed to disappear.

She can feel Jian Fan's heart.

All of a sudden, Shen Qinghuan's nose was a little sour.

A heart is warm, but it is warm and swollen.

She seemed to be stepping on cotton, not very real.

I just feel lucky.

Fortunately, I met Jian and Traditional.

"It seems that God gave me good luck." Shen Qinghuan pressed her nose, not wanting to cry in such a good mood.

But Jian Fan heard it anyway, he bent over, and his gaze shifted to meet Shen Qinghuan's.

Seeing her red eye circles, the eyes behind the lenses were startled.

After that, he stretched out his slender fingers, shaved Shen Qinghuan's cute nose, and said softly.

"Silly girl."

"I think it's my luck instead."

"I can meet you."

"how come?"

Shen Qinghuan raised his head and tried to hold back his tears.

Even with moving tears, she felt a little unlucky to shed tears at this time.

I have to say that Shen Qinghuan has become more and more superstitious after falling in love.

Jian Fan said.

"You know my upbringing experience, so you judge me like that. I don't deny that I am thirsty."

"But you also know that I had the idea of ​​becoming a monk."

"It doesn’t matter if I’m tired or escaping. During that time, I really closed myself. In the Jane family’s genes, indifference and ruthlessness were the basics. I originally thought I was not, but after my grandma left, for a long time, I found myself He has become such a person, because grandma has stayed at Jian’s house, but no longer wants to stay here for anyone."

"At that time, I thought, being alone in the old age, living in seclusion in the mountains and forests, for me, is the most comfortable and relaxing."

"And you said earlier, I long for warmth and want my family."

"That was the thought that came after I met you."

Hearing this, Shen Qinghuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and once again ran into Jianfan's eyes, but this was not the end.

After Jian Fan finished speaking, she rubbed the ends of her hair.

There is no work today. Jian Fan's hair is naturally fluffy and it is a little long, covering his eyebrows. Maybe he is not used to it, and gently skeins back.

Feel free to live at home, and it's not as expensive as usual.

He continued.

"Moreover, I am not a god, and I am just a person."

"I also have many shortcomings."

"But you, in my eyes, are perfect and impeccable."

"Qinghuan, I am the one who should feel inferior."

Shen Qinghuan lightly hammered Jianfan: "You want to comfort me, it's not this way."

Jian Fan smiled and shook his head.

"I didn't want to comfort you."

"I am a man. A man may not express many emotions like a girl."

"I also feel inferior, and I am also afraid of gains and losses, and I am afraid that I am not doing well enough and you will not like it."

Shen Qinghuan was a little surprised this time, she opened her eyes slightly: "...really?"

"Of course it is true." Jian Fan still had a smile in his eyes, what he said seemed to coax Shen Qinghuan, but he revealed a serious tone.

Shen Qinghuan was still a little skeptical, and her eyes turned slightly.

"Then you say, you are afraid that you are not doing well in some way."

Jian Fanwen was silent for a moment.

When Shen Qinghuan saw it, she muttered a few words unconsciously.

"It's still making me happy, I know it."

But at this moment, Jian Fan pushed his glasses, his expression was abrupt and serious, but he was more patient in the seriousness.

"For example, gentleness seems to be unique to me."

"If there is, I will give it all to you."