Dear Mr. Shi

After coming out of the ice cellar, Song Qinghuan experienced fever, cough, and slept for three days, and finally came back full of blood.

During this period, Aunt He was taking care of her. Occasionally, Jin Lin would come over and say a few words, and then mock her.

Song Qinghuan found out that Jin Lin was not bad at heart, just a mouthful.

She thought that Shi Yuhan's mouth was so poisonous, it must be inherited from his mother's blood. Look at Shi Anuo, gentleman, speaking to everyone is always more praise than criticism.

These days, Shi Yuhan never showed up, never visited her once.

Just tell Aunt He to take good care of her.

Of course, Aunt He told her this. Who knows if it's true?

Song Qinghuan thought angrily, feeling that after experiencing life and death, Shi Yuhan, as her husband, should be by her side at this moment.

She knew his character, and didn't want him to say any comforting words, just wanted him to accompany her.

But he didn't know what he was up to, he never showed up.

To be honest, she was a little angry, and it would be too irresponsible for someone to be a husband like this.

But knowing that he has a lot of things, even if he is a little angry, he still understands.

A week later, Shi Yuhan still did not go home. The weather was very good that day, and a warm sun appeared in the sky.

Song Qinghuan lay on the rocking chair in the lawn to bask in the sun, and Zishi lay next to her to guard her. She fell asleep comfortably after basking.

When Shi Yuhan returned, he saw Song Qinghuan lying in the sun with a peaceful face.

Even if there is the sun, it is winter after all.

Shi Yuhan was afraid that she would catch a cold, so she subconsciously took off her coat and wanted to cover her gently.

But suddenly remembering something, he immediately took it back.

The sun shone on her pale little face, it seemed almost transparent, as if it would disappear at any time, Shi Yuhan's eyes slid distressed and suddenly turned around.

At this moment, Song Qinghuan woke up and saw the tall figure in front of him.

She almost didn't need to think, and immediately blurted out: "Time protects against the cold."

Shi Yuhan stopped abruptly, but he did not turn around.

Song Qinghuan stood up with a smile, walked over to hold his arm, and groaned: "You are back, what have you been up to these days? Why haven't you been home for so long?"

Hearing this, Shi Yuhan glanced at her faintly.

Immediately, his slender arm, as if supporting Mount Everest, every movement was so heavy, slowly pulling out of her hand.

Song Qinghuan raised his eyes and looked at him, with a dazed expression on his face, as if he didn't understand what was going on.

"Yeah!" After Shi Yuhan pulled out his hand, he responded indifferently, and then went to the villa behind.

It seemed that Song Qinghuan, who was holding his arm just now, was just a stranger.

So cold and neat, without taking away a trace of warmth, leaving only a cold air.

Song Qinghuan almost became cold, and the cold was too slow.

A trace of emptiness spread in the bottom of her heart, her eyes were blank, and Yuhan left when she watched. She looked down at the hand that was pushed away, as if she could no longer grasp him.

what happened?

Is it because he was still angry because of the previous regulations, so he was so indifferent.

Song Qinghuan bit her lip and felt a sharp pain in her heart.

Why don't you believe her? She really didn't have anything with the charter, and she didn't send the text message!