I owe you a lifetime of love

Annian has a fever.

When Fu Qingshen found out, the body temperature of the little woman in his arms was scorching hot, and she exhaled hot breath, and her whole body was already burnt out.

In the darkness, his hand touched her forehead, and when his palm touched the hot spot.

Fu Qingshen woke up suddenly, and he flicked on the light on the bedside table.

"Annian?" He called her softly.

An Nian was dreaming. In her dream, there was a vague figure from the back, like a toddler, who was held in her arms.

But for some reason, the little guy disappeared.

An Nian's heart was twisted like a knife.

Her legs were stuck in place like lead, and she could only watch the child get further and further away from her.

She heard a weeping and scolding voice in her ear.

It seemed that someone was strangling her throat, as if to strangle her to death: "It was you, you killed me with your own hands!"

When An Nian woke up, he was sweating profusely. Fu Qingshen strode over with a water glass in his hand.

A family doctor came over to give her an infusion. An Nian struggled a bit, feeling a tingling pain on the back of her hand.

Fu Qing pressed her shoulder in a hurry: "Lie down and don't move."

There was sweat all over her forehead.

Fu Qing frowned deeply, and he raised his hand to wipe off her sweat.

"He's such an old man, he doesn't even know he's sick and has a fever?"

An Nian was thinking blankly about the dream he had just had.

Fu Qingshen seemed a little annoyed, he pursed his lips and said angrily, "Annian, are you really going to torture yourself?"

An Nian was so weak that she was not interested in anything.

Looking at Fu Qingshen's face also felt tired.

She said softly, "How long have I been asleep?"

Fu Qing glanced at his watch, it was 03:30 in the afternoon.

"It's 03:30 now."

An Nian looked out of the window.

She seemed to see a vast expanse of whiteness outside.

"Snowing?"

The corner of Fu Qingshen's mouth suddenly opened into a smile: "I've already prepared it for you."

An Nian naturally saw a soft and sunken sofa in front of the window.

Fu Qingshen looked up at the medicine in her infusion tube: "When the medicine is gone, I'll take you to see the snow."

He seemed to remember that An Nian had said that she liked watching the snow very much.

An Nian's heart stabbed slightly, and her indifferent eyes fell on Fu Qingshen's face: "I remember it also snowed that night, Fu Qingshen, is it the first snow?"

Fu Qing blew deeply on the hot water in his hand, and he raised his eyes.

An Nian smiled, and she tilted her head: "It was the night we killed that child with our own hands."

Fu Qing was deeply hurt by these words.

He breathed harder, and just when An Nian thought he was going to get angry, the man calmed down his anger with a good temper.

There was a straw in the water glass, and he brought it to An Nian's lips.

"Drink more hot water."

An Nian drank water as if nothing had happened.

After the medicine in the infusion tube ran out and the doctor pulled out the needle on the back of her hand, the snow outside had stopped.

An Nian huddled under the blanket.

Fu Qingshen took a coat and wrapped her up.

"It depends on Xue, you can't say nothing."

"I don't like snow anymore..." An Nian confronted him expressionlessly.

Fu Qing took a deep breath, he still held her stubbornly and walked to the window, he sat on the sofa, An Nian was half held in his arms.

His deep eyes looked at the misty sky outside the window, and the ground was covered with a layer of falling snow, but it was a pity that the snow fell too lightly, so there was nothing to see at all.

He looked down and saw Annian in his arms with his eyes closed.

He hadn't seen her so obedient and quiet for a long time, and he had mixed feelings in his heart for a moment.

Once the gate of memory is opened, it will be out of control.

In his memory, the naughty little girl who blocked him at the entrance of the alley had grown up.

That year he was in his first year of high school, and the girl who was in the second year of junior high school in the attached middle school next door had an immature face. She put her hands in the pockets of her school uniform and stood at the entrance of the alley against the light with a lollipop hanging from her mouth.

It's past school time.

He was discussing something with a few classmates in the third year of high school, but he didn't expect the little girl to misunderstand.

High school, this is an age full of longing, wanton let youth fly.

The little girl dyed her hair as fiery red as the sunset glow swaying down from the sky, her bangs flying obliquely covered half of her eyes.

She strode towards him, ignoring those third-year students, with a smug and provocative smile on her lips.

"Brother in high school, call me Miss Sister, I will cover you in the attached middle school from now on."

Fu Qing leaned his back against the cold wall behind him, his jet-black broken hair was messily pasted on his forehead, and he hung his head in the shadows.

He was attracted by the little girl's overly arrogant tone, and his lowered eyes lifted up little by little.

The boy who was full of coldness looked towards the girl at the entrance of the alley.

It is undeniable that it was the first light that suddenly shone down on Fu Qingshen in the brief darkness.

The little girl claimed to be the principal's daughter, and she took out her mobile phone to pose for a photo.

"Hey...it doesn't matter if you don't call me young lady, the road is rough! I'll draw my sword to help."

How could a little girl in junior high school be so insolent?Several of his friends laughed so hard that their stomachs hurt, so he sent them away in a low voice.

Afterwards, the little girl at the entrance of the alley raised her eyebrows and smiled, as if she insisted on calling her "Miss Sister."

and after?What happened afterwards?

Fu Qingshen couldn't remember clearly.

But when we met again, he remembered clearly.

It was his third year in high school.

The little girl from the junior high school was already wearing her school uniform neatly, her hair was tied into a ponytail, and she ran forward.

He could have avoided it, but lost his mind in the detailed identification.

How did the crazy little girl with fiery hair in my memory become like this?
The little girl knocked the book in his arms away, she raised her head to apologize, but blushed under the flying clouds in the sky.

As if out of teasing, he was joking for the first time, and he tilted his head and said something in the ear of the little girl who kept her head down.

Hearing this, the little girl blushed even more...

"Ugh..."

The person in her arms struggled, and she frowned and let out a low cry.

Fu Qingshen's brief thoughts were disrupted, he suddenly withdrew his thoughts and looked down at her in his arms.

An Nian fell asleep.

But she didn't sleep well, and tears welled up from the corners of her eyes.

she cried.

Fu Qing watched in a daze as the tear in the corner of An Nian's eye slowly rolled down, it was glaring and glaring, and instantly sank into the black hair.

He also felt sad.

she cried……

Was it his fault?
Why did the flamboyant girl in my memory become like this?
She is a whole person.

But under this thin skin, it seems that there is only a dilapidated body left!

Fu Qing felt a faint pain in his heart like a needle prick.

He pursed his lips and held her in his arms even harder, and carefully wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with the cool temperature of his fingertips.

"I'm sorry, An Nian In the future, I won't make you sad again."

Annian is gone.

But in the long dark night, under the embellishment of a piece of thin snow, she was no longer seen in the silver-clad prosperous palace.

The servants of Shengshihaoting were all taken aback, they had not been here for a long time, but they had never seen Fu Qingshen like this.

Two in the morning.

Fu Qingshen ran downstairs to find someone barefoot.

He hurriedly walked upstairs while calling Song Chao pretending to be calm.