The heavy rain finally fell in the second half of the night, but there was no more rolling thunder and lightning in the gloomy dome. With the windows closed, it just rained lonely and silently. He often felt cold under the rainy sky. He always thought it was because of his cold body, or the so-called "it's always cold at high places." Now he suddenly thought that it was probably out of loneliness.
During night talks, Zhang Hanqing would hold his hand and ask him first: "Why are your fingertips cold?" He let him hold her and replied calmly: "I was born this way." "But my sister-in-law is not warm enough?" The boy took advantage of his indulgence and teased him without restraint. However, he just complained about "the rules are getting worse and worse" and nothing more happened.
When the eastern sky turned pale fish-belly white, Chiang Kai-shek finally closed his eyes and fell asleep.
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Zhang Hanqing walked back and forth a few times, then finally came over to hold his hand, and knelt down in front of him: "Brother, please suspend the civil war first and unite with the outside world!" Jiang Zhongzheng's fingers were very slender, but there were no abrupt joints. Probably the phalanges were originally very delicate, and they did not look like the hands of a pair of weather-beaten soldiers. Zhang Hanqing's palms were still as warm as ever, and the gurgling warmth poured into the other person's pale and cold fingertips, but he could no longer warm those exceptionally beautiful hands.
Jiang Zhongzheng withdrew his hand and sighed: "Now, do you need to beg me again?" Zhang Hanqing's eyes followed and he discovered the man's tears.
There was just a small tear trail from his left eye to just below his cheekbone.
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