later.

It was still raining in the sky, and the hazy rainwater flowed down the window and gathered into fine lines.

Han Yurou was doing questions while wearing headphones, while Rong Jincheng was chattering non-stop in the ward.

Time seemed to move very slowly that day, and Han Yurou didn't know how long Rong Jincheng had been talking.

All I know is that he is really noisy.

She was convinced that a man could talk so much.

The table in the ward was not far from the window. Sometimes Han Yurou would raise her head, her eyes filled with confusion and trance.

It seemed like she was still studying.

I like to lie on the table on a rainy day and have a long dream. In the dream, there are flowers, a bright moon, and a stream.

Everything is beautiful.

Rong Jincheng must have been really drunk, and he spoke surprisingly much.

"Which high school did you go to?" Rong Jincheng jumped to her side and asked.

"Beijing No. 1 Middle School."

"What a coincidence, so am I, senior sister."

Although Han Yurou is two years older than him, because Han Yurou skipped a level, she didn't know that there was another junior named "Rong Jincheng".

"Why didn't I meet you back then? If I had met you, I would have chased you."

There was a condensed indifference at the corner of Han Yurou's mouth. She remained silent and continued to read the book.

The transparent windows were already blurry, and the outside scenery could no longer be seen from inside.

All I know is that the night is getting darker.

The wall clock on the wall ticks "tick" and "tick", very mechanically.

The desk lamp emits bright light, and circles of light hit Han Yurou's fair face.

She looked down at the book and looked like a student who had not yet graduated. She was wearing a loose hospital gown and a light blue hairband on her head.

I don't know when Rong Jincheng became quiet.

He sat on the sofa not far away and didn't do anything. He held his chin and looked at Han Yurou silently.

There was a clear light in his drunken eyes, and his gaze kept falling on Han Yurou's face.

She looks...so beautiful.

Long eyelashes, oval face, willow eyebrows.

The rain never stopped.

The sky was dark and there was no light, just like she was walking on the muddy road that year, searching for the direction.

Yaya jumped out of nowhere. She jumped onto the sofa smartly and then jumped into Rong Jincheng's arms.

Because Rong Jincheng's clothes are warm inside.

Rong Jincheng chuckled: "Little one, you still know how to sneak into my arms. You are so smart, you are just like that young lady."

Rong Jincheng looked at Han Yurou.

Yaya kept digging into Rong Jincheng's suit and sticking her butt out.

Rong Jincheng grabbed it and stared at it: "Is it cold? If it's cold, I'll wrap you in a blanket."

He really had to cover Yaya with a thick blanket.

Yaya kicked with her legs in frustration.

When Han Yurou heard the noise, she quickly got up and came over, lifted the blanket from Yaya, and got angry at Rong Jincheng: "Do you know that this will suffocate it? Do you have any common sense?!"

Yaya was nestled on the sofa, not daring to move, feeling aggrieved.

The corner of Rong Jincheng's mouth moved: "I don't know... I have never had a pet."

"Pets are just like children. Children will feel uncomfortable if they are smothered in blankets, let alone small pets."

"I've never raised a child."

"You!" Han Yurou fell silent, talking like a chicken to a duck, "You are so stupid."

Han Yurou took the frightened Yaya back and gave it to Rong Jincheng no longer.
Chapter completed!