Chapter 919: Communicating with a Pen

The night was getting deeper, but He Xiyan still didn't fall asleep. She opened her eyes and saw a familiar face next to her.

Jiahang must have fallen asleep, she could hear his even breathing.

She stretched out her right hand and gently placed it on Jiahang's forehead. She stroked his cheek with her fingers, and after feeling the familiar touch on it, she couldn't help but wake up her nose.

"I'm sorry!" She said softly, and after saying that, two tears slid down the corners of her eyes uncontrollably and dripped on the white pillow.

Chen Jiahang suddenly moved, took out one hand from the quilt, and pulled the woman next to him into his arms.

"Have a good rest, Yan Yan." He said drowsily. After saying that, he closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.

He Xiyan rested her head on Jiahang's arm, her nose filled with her familiar and nostalgic scent. She put a hand on his neck and moved her face closer. At this moment, there was a sudden pain in her chest, as if something had been forcibly stripped away.

She couldn't help covering her eyes with her hands anymore, and tears burst out of her eyes.

Stayed up all night.

The next morning, He Xiyan got up early. She made Jiahang's favorite egg pancakes and a bowl of beef noodles. As for herself, she only ate a small piece of bread and a bottle of milk.

When Jiahang got up, he smelled the aroma of egg pancakes. He quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face, and then came to the dining room.

"Yan Yan, thank you." Chen Jiahang said with a smile, feeling very sweet in his heart. It feels very happy to have someone prepare breakfast for him as soon as he wakes up.

He Xiyan gently put her hand on Jiahang's shoulder and shook her head at him.

No need to say thank you, he has taken care of me far more than I have taken care of him over the years.

"By the way, Yan Yan, you don't feel uncomfortable, right?" Chen Jiahang asked with concern, remembering that Yan Yan got caught in the rain yesterday.

He Xiyan shook her head again. He's fine, her body isn't as cold and feverish as a result of a little rain.

"That's good! Yan Yan, you have a good rest today. I will handle all the things in the store. In addition, I will buy some minced meat and green onions at noon, and we will make dumplings together."

Chen Jiahang said with a smile. Although his life with Yan Yan was dull, it was comfortable. This comfort made him feel that he actually liked such a peaceful life.

He Xiyan nodded and said good, but at this time Chen Jiahang did not notice the sadness and pain flashing in her eyes.

After Chen Jiahang went out, He Xiyan came to the bedroom.

She walked to a desk and took out paper and pen from the drawer. This paper and pen were things that Jiahang often used before he recovered his memory. At that time, Jiahang had to communicate with himself through writing.

I just didn't expect that now she would use paper and pen to communicate with him.

He Xiyan unfolded a piece of white paper. Her face was a little pale, and the hand holding the pen trembled slightly. It took a while before the tip of the pen touched the paper.

She bit her lip, biting it hard, and the words she wrote were as crooked as those written by a first-grade primary school student:

(Jiahang, my name is Yan Yan. I’m sorry. I can’t say some words in front of you because I’m afraid I won’t be able to say them out.

In the past three years, I am very happy that God allowed me to meet you, and thank you for your care and concern for me.