1051: C1051 Dreaming Her

C1051 Dreaming Her

Now all that's left of her is this picture.

If he remembered correctly, he had secretly taken this photo.

Bo Qian stared at the photo and looked at the familiar person inside. The corners of his eyes suddenly turned sour.

This was probably the first time he was so afraid of death. It was not because he was afraid of pain, but because he was afraid that he would never see the person he wanted to see again.

Bo Qian closed his eyes and pressed the lighter.

Seeing the flame swallow the picture, his expression was somewhat wandering.

No matter what, even if he was not around, he had left so many people behind. They would all protect Mu Shinian.

And what he could do was not to implicate her.

The flame gradually swallowed.

Bo Qian forced himself not to look away.

However, before he could finish burning, there was a slight sound in the room.

Bo Qian frowned. He was not afraid of pain, so he held the picture with his hand.

The flame was extinguished.

The only light spot also dimmed.

However, that sound suddenly disappeared.

Bo Qian frowned. After carefully examining it, he discovered that it was a mouse.

He exhaled, feeling that he was indeed too nervous.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so slow.

Bo Qian let out a heavy sigh. There was an indescribable heaviness between his eyebrows. He lowered his head and looked at the photo. There was only half of his face left.

Bo Qian wanted to burn her down again, but this time, he couldn't lift his hand to destroy her.

He looked at the photo silently and sighed helplessly.

Forget it.

I'll just accompany him.

Accompanying him till the end was also good.

The surrounding voices gradually calmed down.

Even the number of people walking outside had decreased.

Bo Qian held on for the whole night. After making sure that there was no sound, he found a place that was easy to escape to, but not just for entering.

Bo Qian found a clean place and leaned against the wall, barely sleeping.

He had been fleeing for almost a day. The wounds on his body had not been properly treated. In addition, he was in a highly concentrated state, so his fever could not go away.

In his sleep, his girl sat beside him. He held a reference book in his hand, and he could touch her hair with one hand. She turned around and saw him. She slightly pulled her lower lip. His smile was very faint, but he liked to read it.

He liked to sit beside her. It was not that he had work to do every time, but just that he liked the feeling of standing by her side.1

With her by his side, he felt like he had the whole world.

He also liked to touch her hair. At first, she would feel very strange and shocked, but after a few times, she would just touch and touch as he pleased.

So he became even more serious. When some things were very difficult to do, he would touch his hair.

Sometimes, when he was purely bored, he would also touch her hair.

Sometimes, girls would be disturbed, but most of the time, they would be obedient and write seriously. When he took a look, he would even complain that her writing was not good.

Every time this happened, the girl would be like a cat stepping on its tail, staring at him unhappily.

In his sleep, Bo Qian knew that this was a dream.

But he still held onto it and did not let it go. In his dreams, he became unbridled.

He held the girl's hand and gently kissed her lips while she was stunned.

He originally only planned to kiss her once, but once he touched her, he did not want to let go. He pressed the back of her head and did not allow her to escape, deepening the kiss.

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