That thing called the heart is like an abandoned tree stump. It has dried up long ago.
He carried He Yaoyao into the guest room on the first floor. It was a little narrow, with only one bed, one table, and one cabinet. It was just right for He Yaoyao to sleep alone on the small bed. He covered her with the quilt. He Yaoyao fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow. Zhan Ming smiled and knelt down to look at her.
After a long time, he suddenly smiled and said: "Yaoyao, are you asleep?"
No one responded.
"Are you a pig?"
Still no reply. He helped her make sure she was covered with quilt, then blew out the candle and walked out quietly.
HE
You can go to the author's Weibo of the same name to remind you of updates.
Conception: