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The air around them seemed to brew a dark chill.

Huo Shen's eyes stared at An Xiaowan without moving for a moment.

An Xiaowan stood up subconsciously, looked at him, his eyes moved slightly, and his eyes were red.

She took a deep breath, and forced herself to suppress the strangeness of her heart, and the urge to rush up to cry and hug him, staying in place, her mind blank.

No, don't show it.

An Xiaowan took a deep breath and told herself to take out her acting skills, but she still couldn't help her sore throat.

"Huo Shen..." she murmured, interrupting the silence.

Mr. Huo was deeply afraid that she would say something else, so he narrowed his eyes and immediately walked up, "Shen'er, how did you run out? You just woke up and your body is still weak, so go to the room with me Lie down."

Huo Shen, but still watching An Xiaowan.

Looking straight.

An Xiaowan couldn't help biting her lower lip and raised her eyes to meet his gaze with some indifference.

"Shen'er?" Mr. Huo frowned and spoke again.

But Huo Shen didn't look at Mr. Huo, but just pointed at An Xiaowan, and suddenly stretched out a hand, his voice was hoarse and low, "We're going home."

He didn't know how long he had been in a coma, and his memory stayed that night.

An Xiaowan misunderstood him and Ye Qingqing and fell into the sea. Then, he experienced a gun battle.

He even didn't have time to explain to her.

Explaining yourself is just using Ye Qingqing, nothing else.

Therefore, the deal she talked with Mr. Huo at this moment should either have nothing to do with him, or it is because of this misunderstanding. It was his actions that seemed to her that broke her heart, so it was...

Huo Shen closed his eyes and held his hand obsessively in her direction.

"An Xiaowan."

An Xiaowan's gaze stayed in his hand.

Those hands have always been so long and beautiful, with beautiful shapes and distinct joints. But at the moment, the backs of his hands were covered with pinholes and gauze.

He only wore a robe loosely, and his belt was just so loose.

Therefore, An Xiaowan could see the wounds on her chest and abdomen, and the gauze slowly bleed from his walking.

Mr. Huo glanced down and looked at An Xiaowan.

She took a deep breath, restraining the urge to burn all over her body, and the tears and weakness that came under her eyes. But his fingertips were still out of control and trembling desperately.

She wanted to go up and handed her hand to his palm.

She wanted to hug him and tell him about her worries and nervousness, the moments of suffocation and fear of him.

She wanted to tell him about her almost crazy thoughts.

She really wanted to expose her weakness to him and told him that she had been struggling, uncomfortable, and unwilling to live these days.

as well as……

She wanted to tell him...

Child, nothing.

Their child, the crystallization of their love, is still so safe, living in her body.

However, seeing his pale lips and frowning eyebrows, the standard, patient expression of old disease. Anything crazy in An Xiaowan's heart was completely annihilated.

Instead, it was her determination.

Guard him.

They must also guard their children.

and so……

"Go home?" An Xiaowan opened her lips lightly and spoke softly. "Isn't this your home?"

Huo Shen's outstretched hand seemed to drop slowly to his side because he had little strength.

His deep eyes stared at her, his lips lightly opened: "Our home."

"We have no home."