The season of falling snow (47)

However, even though he wanted to know, xiajun Zihao couldn't bring himself to ask.

After all, he was the one who had been absent for the past five years. He couldn't even explain why, so how could he ask Yan 'er?

Xie Yan 'er was sleeping soundly, and she seemed to have sensed her brother Hao's aura.

The next morning, when Xie Yan 'er woke up, she didn't find xiajun Zihao around her.

She looked at the room. It seemed to be xiajun Zihao's room.

She had slept here the entire night?

Brother Hao didn't let her go back?

At this moment, Xie Yan 'er recalled that last night, she seemed to have fallen asleep in xiajun Zihao's arms under his comfort.

Her brother Hao had been so charming last night, and his voice had been so gentle and magnetic.

The kind of care she felt was different from what she had felt when she was young.

It was because he didn't understand it when he was young, but now he was looking at it with emotion.