Chapter 118 Lost Heart (2)
"It's up to you to decide." Yin Yin replied calmly.
"How can that be possible? To decide where to live in the future, the premise is of course that you are satisfied."
Yinyin stopped talking, and Feng Qinghan looked at Yinyin for a moment before gently holding her in his arms and whispering in her ear: "Be happy, I hope your future life will be full of fun and happiness."
Yinyin in his arms did not react at all to Feng Qinghan's words, and her expression remained unchanged.
At this time, Feng Xing came hurriedly from a distance. When Feng Qinghan saw him, he frowned slightly, then gently let go of Yin Yin.
"Can you take a break?"
Feng Qinghan asked considerately, but Yinyin did not answer. She accidentally found Feng Xing who was hurried to the pavilion. Feng Qinghan had already taken the teacup from Yinyin's hand and put it on the table. Then, without Yinyin's consent, he picked her up, walked to the recliner beside him, and gently put Yinyin down.
"Go to sleep, I will always watch over you."
Feng Qinghan sat on the edge of the recliner and spoke softly. Yinyin still did not respond, but closed her eyes quietly. Feng Qinghan smiled when he saw this, reached out and gently pushed away the hair on her forehead, then leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss.
At this moment, Feng Xing had already arrived at the pavilion. Without making any sound, he walked to the side of Feng Qinghan. Feng Qinghan was of course aware of Feng Xing's arrival, but did not react immediately. Instead, he gently stroked Yin Yin's hair, and his movements and expressions revealed unspeakable doting. Feng Xing stood there motionless, let alone making a sound. He had been with for some time, and even if he was not with Feng Qinghan, he knew very well that if he made a slightly unnecessary movement at this time, the consequences would be unpredictable. So he could only wait, waiting for Feng Qinghan to react first.
After a long while, Feng Qinghan turned sideways to Feng Xing, who immediately handed over the letter. Feng Qinghan took it without saying a word, opened it and read it. After just a quick glance at the contents of the letter, Feng Qinghan handed the letter back to Feng Xing, then gestured for Feng Xing to leave. Feng Xing didn't dare to say much and left with understanding.
After walking away, Feng Qinghan turned to Yin Yin again. No matter whether Yin Yin was asleep or not, just looking at her, Feng Qinghan felt his heart was overflowing with happiness. He took one of Yin Yin's hands and held it in his hand, gently kissing the back of Yin Yin's hand. Feng Qinghan smiled. No matter when, he felt it was not enough, but he was always tireless. For him, as long as Yin Yin was with him, everything else was irrelevant.
The next day, it was another sunny day, and Feng Qinghan and his companions set out again, with a purpose and yet also seemingly aimless. Yin Yin was in a very good spirit today, so Feng Qinghan held Yin Yin in his arms and rode on a horse together, with an attitude of enjoying the beautiful scenery, and the journey was very slow. Along the way, they hardly met any passers-by, perhaps because of the route, but no one cared.
As they walked, they didn't know how long they had been walking, the originally clear weather was suddenly covered by thick clouds, which was a precursor to a rain shower. After noticing the unusual weather change, Feng Qinghan immediately adjusted his slow pace to a fast one. If it was just Feng Qinghan himself, he might not care, but he didn't want Yin Yin to get wet in the rain. Yin Yin's health was not good to begin with, and it would definitely be bad for her to get wet in the rain. Before Feng Qinghan and the others found a place to shelter from the rain, two followers had already gone to look for it.
The rain shower came as fast as it came, and before they could find a place to shelter from the rain, it was accompanied by rumbling thunder and heavy rain pouring down; mixed with the sound of thunder and rain, Yinyin, who was nestled in Feng Qinghan's arms, had a pale face and an expression of inexplicable fear. Her hands tightly grasped Feng Qinghan's clothes. Because he was riding a horse at full speed, Feng Qinghan did not notice anything unusual about Yinyin in his arms.
Afterwards, Feng Qinghan and his companions, led by the followers who had returned from exploring the way ahead, came to a simple hut. The owners were a middle-aged man and a young woman, a father and daughter, and they were obviously local farmers. The hut was originally not big, but it became crowded in an instant when Feng Qinghan and his group of more than ten people came in. Because it was wet from the rain, Feng Qinghan borrowed the bedroom of the father and daughter. Of course, the task of changing clothes was given to the only female follower in the group. It is not an exaggeration to say that Feng Qinghan specially transferred her here to serve Yinyin.
Soon, when everyone had changed their clothes...
“Young Master!!”
A voice startled Feng Qinghan, who was drinking tea brought by the owner and his daughter. The woman was the only one accompanying Feng Qinghan this time. At this moment, she came out of the bedroom with a nervous look. Noticing her nervous look, Feng Qinghan immediately put down the teacup in his hand and said seriously: "What's wrong?"
"Um, there seems to be something wrong with the lady."
The woman spoke carefully. She knew how much Feng Qinghan valued Yinyin, so if she didn't say it well, she would be punished, and her life might even be in danger. As soon as the woman finished speaking, Feng Qinghan came over and entered the bedroom, followed by Guisha...
In the bedroom, Yinyin, who had changed her clothes, was lying on a simple stone couch with a particularly pale face. Feng Qinghan immediately went forward and sat on the couch, took Yinyin's hand and held it in his own hand and said earnestly: "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Yinyin's eyes blinked, as if she would faint at any moment. She looked at Feng Qinghan with an unfocused look in her eyes, and her lips trembled slightly, and it was unclear whether she wanted to speak. The ghost who came in after Feng Qinghan immediately stepped forward and took Yinyin's hand from Feng Qinghan to feel her pulse...
