The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

It's just that there is a person in his heart, that person is afraid of thunder, and he must be by her side in such a thunderous weather.

But who is that person? Why can't he remember!

Luo Changchuan saw that Huo Baiyuan's appearance was not quite right, so he stroked his shoulder and asked, "Bai Yuan, are you okay?"

Huo Baiyuan clutched his head and squatted down a little bit, curling up his body tightly like a child who was not panicked.

"my head…"

Luo Changchuan hurriedly asked, "Does my head hurt again?"

Since Huo Baiyuan returned from missing for half a year, he has suffered from headaches from time to time. When he went to the hospital for examination, he only said that his head had been hit and he had healed, and he could not find a cure.

In the dark room, lightning struck in like a sharp sword from outside the window, accompanied by the roaring thunder that shook people's ears, and the howling wind blew past like a ghost.

A figure lying on the bed trembled fiercely.

Song Lishu clenched the quilt with his hands, and buried his head tightly under the quilt. Every shock of thunder seemed to have smashed into her body.

There was a rustle of rain outside the window, but the thunder did not stop.

In the dark room smashed by lightning, Song Lishu's body rolled from the bed to the ground. She almost crawled to the closet, opened the door, and tremblingly pulled out a man's shirt.

She grabbed the shirt and crawled back to the bed, curled up and hid under the quilt, holding the shirt tightly in her arms, until she smelled the faint breath of Huo Baiyuan on the shirt, she finally felt a trace of peace of mind.

Song Lishu closed her eyes, her ears were invaded by violent storms, in the darkness, as if she had returned to the hut. Huo Baiyuan held her firmly in his arms and gently said to her: "Don't be afraid, I am here, I will Protect you."

Every weather with lightning and thunder, I will be by your side.

In the middle of the night, the rainstorm finally stopped gradually.

Huo Baiyuan was lying on the sofa with one hand on his eyebrows, his face pale, his chest heaving due to heavy breathing.

Luo Changchuan poured a cup of hot water, put it on the coffee table, and asked, "How is it? Is it okay now?"

Huo Baiyuan didn't speak, he put down his hands and sat up from the sofa with his arms supported.

Luo Changchuan offered hot water.

Huo Baiyuan took it, took a sip, put the water on the coffee table again, stood up, his figure swayed slightly.

"It's late, I should go," he said dumbly.

Luo Changchuan was a little worried: "Are you sure it's okay?"

Huo Baiyuan shook his head and walked towards the door.

Luo Changchuan called him suddenly.

He stopped, turned his head, and looked at Luo Changchuan.

Luo Changchuan's expression became a little dignified, he hesitated for a moment, and said, "I forgot to tell you something, Nianwei... she will be back in a few days."

Huo Baiyuan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, but his pale face remained unchanged. He stared at Luo Changchuan for a while, and finally, he didn't say anything, and walked out of the door without looking back.

Early in the morning, Song Lishu finally crawled out of the bed. The panic in her eyes had not faded. There was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, and her shirt was still pressed in her arms, which had become a little wrinkled.

The rainstorm finally stopped, the dead branches and leaves fell to the ground, and there was a mess outside the window.

Song Lishu looked down at the clothes in his arms and suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

When Huo Baiyuan hadn't broken into her world before, didn't she survive every lightning and thunderous weather alone?