Kiyokawa Danso

Chapter 72
Lan Qingchuan just woke up, millet porridge was cooking in the kitchen.The housekeeper brought him up. She had just rinsed her mouth and leaned gently on the head of the bed. She was wearing light patterned pajamas and a homely cashmere coat. Her hair was scattered behind her shoulders. book.

She didn't expect him to come over. During this time, he seemed to disappear from the world and never came.

The two looked at each other, Han Luochen smiled at her lightly, there was no meaning in this smile, it was a little pale and bleak.

"How's your body?" He said hoarsely, but he was afraid of disturbing her, so he lowered his voice as much as possible.

Lan Qingchuan nodded and frowned, "How are you doing? Your voice is so hoarse."

There was plenty of sunlight in her room, making her white and transparent.Han Luochen couldn't see her clearly, walked a few steps forward, and the aroma of grapefruit came from the tip of his nose, and there was a slight smell of medicine in it.

He stood at the head of the bed and looked at her carefully.The bandage had just been removed from her head, and the wound on her forehead hadn't healed yet, and there was a shallow mark.Others are fine, and I can't see any bruises.His eyes met her right arm, which was still in a plaster cast, which looked very inconvenient. "Does it still hurt?" He pointed to her arm, still holding on to her heart, "And the ankle, let me see it too." At this time, the housekeeper came in to deliver breakfast, her eyes were strange and Take precautions, "It's not that good, Master Han."

No one knew about his anxiety and worry. He suppressed it for a long time, but he still couldn't help coming over to look at her.

"I'm fine. The arm fracture is not too serious. The doctor said it should heal in about two to three weeks." She saw that he was wearing a mask and kept calm, but his eyes were full of worry. "What about the leg injury?"

"Because the injury was on the ankle, it took a long time to recover, and it took about half a year to recuperate." His brows were lowered, and his eyes were dull.It was completely different from the Han Luochen that he usually saw.

She heard him lower his voice and say, "I'm sorry." He couldn't think of anything else to say to her.

"It's not your fault, no one expected it, right? You don't have to blame yourself." His appearance was so strange that Lan Qingchuan couldn't see his face and expression under the mask, so he couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with you?"

A tall young man standing out of place in a spacious and bright room.The sun shone in and fell on his handsome eyebrows, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"As long as you're fine, take a good rest." He gave her one last look, and walked slowly towards the door, with a determined look on his face, but his back was extremely stiff.

"Han Luochen." She called out, seeing him pause. "Auntie, you go out first, I'll talk to him again." The housekeeper put down the breakfast, hesitating slightly, "Eat this porridge while it's hot, miss."

She nodded, feeling that some things had to be explained clearly to him, this young man seemed to have lost his usual brilliance, gloomy and silent.

She turned to look at him, "Come here. I have something to say."

He seemed to want to turn around, but he was about to walk out. His figure was so fast that Lan Qingchuan didn't even see his profile.

"You don't have to worry about me, Lan Qingchuan. I'll come and see you next time." He left such a bland and alienated sentence that slowly dissipated in the air.But Lan Qingchuan had the feeling that he couldn't see him.

He walked out of the gate of her villa and walked slowly with his pockets in his pockets.It is quiet and decadent here in winter, the white light of the sun is shining on the branches, so bright, but not a single cherry blossom can be seen.

(End of this chapter)