sinovels Chapter 30
Chapter 30
In the past few days, Bai Yutang patrolled the streets during the day, and waited for Zhan Zhao to show up to have a conversation with him at night, so he always took a break very late. As a result, Bai Wuye's fair and snowy complexion before now looks a bit haggard , A circle of short beard grew on his chin, Zhan Zhao sat on the edge of the bed and stroked his sleeping face, feeling a little uncomfortable.
"Cat." Bai Yutang was startled, held Zhan Zhao's finger, and opened his eyes immediately. His dark eyes reflected the light of the candlelight on the table. But it was a stormy sea.
Seeing him wake up, Zhan Zhao quickly sat up straight and glanced away. The obsessive eyes that were looking at the other person's face in the original eyes also suddenly faded away, and when he looked again, he still blinked those clear and bright eyes, His eyes were calm and calm.
Bai Yutang smiled, rubbed his temples and slowly got up and leaned against the head of the bed, "I just wanted to lie down and wait for you, but I fell asleep."
"Are you tired?" Zhan Zhao looked up at him, but didn't see any complaints or irritated expressions on his face. The man just bent his lips and smiled lightly. This smile is just like the first quarter moon outside the window at this time, dazzling and bright .
"Cat, how long have you been here?" Bai Yutang asked with a smile.
Zhan Zhao stretched out his hand to hold the opponent's two fingers, lowered his head slowly, and hid the watery light in his eyes. He stroked Bai Yutang's fingertips, looked carefully and said in surprise, "Yutang, why do you have so many scars on your fingers?" ?”
Bai Yutang clenched his fingers tightly to cover the tiny scars on his fingertips, "It's okay, cat, a little injury." After he finished speaking, he looked at Zhan Zhao carefully, and saw that the other party's eyes were downcast, and his expression couldn't help showing a little bit of scars. sentimental.Bai Yutang wanted to hug him into his arms, but he was afraid of breaking the crystal-like person in front of him, he didn't even dare to move, he was afraid that he was still asleep at this moment, all this was just a dream, he was afraid to move himself Just woke up.
In fact, it was a luxury to see him.
Zhan Zhao clenched his fingers tightly, rolled up his sleeves and gently wiped the scars on each of his fingers, and said, "It's said that ten fingers connect to a heart, don't you feel pain?"
Bai Yutang looked directly at his slowly raised eyes, the eyes were full of clear light, filled with too many emotions that he could not see through before, when the past was like a dream, vividly in his mind, the only thing he could do at this moment was to hold on tight. Holding Zhan Zhao's hand, regardless of whether he is a man or a ghost, a demon or a demon, he has always identified with Zhan Zhao in this life.
The Zhan Zhao who once promised to ride the horse with him and laugh proudly in the Jianghu, has now become the cat whose soul is still by his side.
Bai Yutang tightly clenched his fingers, showing an expression of extreme grief, the cold sweat oozing from his forehead stuck to his hair, he was almost heartbroken, and choked up, "What is this little pain, cat, do you know?" , What hurt me was the day when I came out of the Sky Tower with you in my arms, you were lying in my arms... ah... that moment of silence! I, Bai Yutang, lost all hope! Cat ...Zhan Zhao, do you know!"
The palm of his hand hurt from being held by the other party, but this kind of pain must be less than one ten-thousandth of Yutang's. Zhan Zhao's breathing became short of breath. When he looked up at Bai Yutang, he found that both of them had tears streaming down their faces. up.
"Yutang..." Zhan Zhao reached out tremblingly to wipe away the other's tears, but in the next moment, he was crazily hugged into his arms.
The man's embrace was very warm, and Zhan Zhao hugged him tightly with the mournful cries in his ears. No matter how many words he could say, he couldn't stop the tears pouring down when he tilted his head and pressed his lips tightly. On Bai Yutang's shoulder, he stroked his lover's back over and over again, calling out, "Yutang, don't cry... woo!"
Bai Yutang kissed his lips, and the tears that flowed across their cheeks blended on their lips. It was salty, but perhaps only this taste could be unforgettable.
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