For The Rest of Our Life (MTL)

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In the dim light, Lin Xian reached out and put the delicate woman beside him into his arms tightly, like holding a fragile treasure, careful and tender. Xiao Wanqing grabbed her by her hands like a wounded kitten, nestling helplessly in her arms.

That sobbing sobbing sound, like a sharp needle stuck in Lin Xian's heart, made her eyes moist.

Xiao Wanqing cried so much that her heart was broken.

Lin Xian's voice was a little dumb. She gently patted Xiao Wanqing's back and softened her voice, coaxing her: "Don't be afraid, it's just a dream. I've been awake. I'm here."

Xiao Wanqing's crying finally subsided gradually in her appeasement.

Lin Xian's intuition is not an ordinary nightmare, otherwise Aunt Xiao will not be so disturbed by a dream. She wanted to coax her to tell herself: "Xiao Xiaoyun, do you want to tell me what you dreamed of?"

But Xiao Wanqing just tiredly, nested fragilely in her neck fom, sighed thinly, her shoulders trembling slightly. A moment later, she hoarsely apologized: "I'm sorry, I woke you up. I lost my mind." She seemed to regain the calm and restraint of the adult in a flash.

Lin Xian sighed involuntarily. She lowered her head and lifted Xiao Wanqing's face. Under her soft gaze, she kissed her forehead distressedly, kissed her wet eyes, kissed her tears, and said softly: "Why say sorry? Xiao Xiao Kan, here you don’t need to disguise your emotions. You haven’t lost your gaze because I love you."

"I'm sorry I'm sorry. You're sorry. I didn't appear to protect you in your dreams. I'm sorry to make you afraid. I'm sorry to make you sleep beside me. I still don't get enough security."

She asked her: "Xiao Xiaoyun, tell me whether it is good or not, what should I do to make you more at ease."

Xiao Yuanqing bit her lip and stared deeply into Lin Xian's soft and sincere eyes, which were bitter and warm in her heart. She was close to Lin Xian. Her left hand encircled Lin Xian's waist and her forehead was against Lin Xian's jaw. She said hoarsely and softly: "Xianxian, you have done a good job."

It's really good, she is very content.

It was her own problem.

She murmured softly, intending to end the conversation: "Sleep, envy."

Lin Xian was helpless. She pursed her lips, tightened her lap, rubbed her hair with her chin, and responded to her lowly, "Yes."

However, Xiao Wanqing did not know when she fell asleep, but Lin Xian never fell asleep again. She looked at the eyebrows of Xiao Wanqing still curling in her sleep, and looked at the water droplets still hanging on her dense long eyelashes, her heart cut like a knife.

A long time ago, when she and Xiao Wanqing watched the big talk westward journey, Xiao Wanqing's unexpected cry came to her mind again. That night, she couldn't sleep, she asked herself a question: how far is it at the age of fourteen?

Today, she still seems to have not found a complete answer.

But she did her best.

Is she still too young and too young? Lin Xian was somewhat weak.

She lightly kissed the tears on Xiao Wanqing's eyelashes and begged her in her heart: Xiao Panpan, trust me a little more, confess a little more, patience a little bit, wait for me, OK?

I will work hard to learn to grow up and learn to get closer to your world.

Lin Xian was not adept at acting, and he had to be light-hearted and not to make a loud noise to wake up Xiao Wanqing, so he always had to get up early to prepare a slightly rich breakfast. Xiao Wanqing distressed her, so she was banned. Lin Xian almost didn't fall asleep again in the middle of the night. At dawn, she simply stood up carefully and went out to the kitchen to prepare a long-lost breakfast for Xiao Wanqing.