Fu Yan specially chose to come at eleven o'clock in the middle of the night. He couldn't face them, he was afraid to see them cry, he was afraid to tell them that he was going to leave, and he might not be able to come back, and he was even more afraid to see their disappointed and sad eyes, no matter which one, he can't stand it.
He came in through the window and didn't go through the front door. The room was pitch black, and he could only vaguely hear his faint breathing on the bed and the sound of his body rubbing against the quilt.
Fu Yan came to the bedside and squatted down, reaching out to touch Liu Yaowen's face, but his hand froze and couldn't get down.
In the end, he withdrew his hand, and then quietly looked at his sleeping face. There were still tears in the corners of the child's eyes, and the crying eyes were swollen.
Looking down, he saw Liu Yaowen holding something in his arms, pulled the quilt down and pulled him to see that it was his pillow.
Fu Yan's heart trembled. He wished he could just hold this insecure child in his arms, hug him tightly, and sleep with his arms around him as usual.
He was clearly right in front of him, but Fu Yan felt that they were far away, and this distance was constantly getting farther and farther, until he couldn't see him or touch him completely.
Perhaps, I am worthy of love, he laughed at himself, got up and bent down slightly to drop his lips for a kiss, then kissed his forehead, covered him with a quilt, and then quietly left.
He came to another room. According to his memory, this should be Lin Lin's room.
He opened the door, only to find that there was no one on the bed, and there was no sign of being slept.
Fu Yan frowned and hurriedly walked to the bathroom, fearing that something would happen to him.
As a result, he searched around and found no one. He suspected that he might have slept with others. He came to Ding Chengxin's room but still didn't find it.
He Junlin finally found him on the sofa in the living room. He Junlin was huddled on the sofa, his body was still shaking, and the words in his mouth seemed to be saying, "Don't go..."
Fu Yan's nose was sore, he gently picked him up and carefully carried him to the upstairs room, and then covered him with a quilt.
He Junlin seemed to feel that someone was holding him, and kept drilling into Fu Yan's arms. Even though he was already lying on the bed, he still held his arm and didn't let go.
Fu Yan called out in a low voice, slowly pulled out his arm, and held his hand. Because he was afraid of waking him up, he didn't dare to use too much force, so he could only hold it gently.
He bowed his head and kissed his pink lips just like before, and then left quickly, afraid that he would be addicted and reluctant to leave.
Continuing to the next room, it was the room of Ding Chengxin, who had been here just now. It was said that among the seven of them, Fu Yan was the one who was most worried about him.
He is the biggest, but the child's mind is heavier than a few of them, and often such people are the most vulnerable to injury.
Fu Yan wanted to put his hand on his forehead and try it, but he was relieved when he found that he was not hot. He walked too hastily all the way, worrying about whether his illness was better or not.
As soon as he pulled his hand back, he suddenly heard a faint voice and shouted softly "Ayan"
Fu Yan's body froze, thinking that he had been discovered. When he looked down, he realized that he was talking in his sleep, and then he put down his heart.
Stayed in front of his bed for five minutes, just stared at him blankly, the moonlight reflected on the floor through the curtains, exuding a shiny light, looking very dreamy.
