Shui Lingyu couldn’t believe that she was back. She remembered that she was in that small room before going to bed.
With her face slightly tilted, she saw the familiar doll next to the pillow, which was no longer the one she drew on the wall.
“What happened last night? Why did you catch a cold?” Tang Junyu asked in confusion.
Shui Lingyu was wearing a skirt and a thin school uniform.
It’s OK during the day, but at night, the temperature will drop by several degrees.
Not to mention sleeping on the cold concrete floor again, the air conditioner must have soaked into her body.
But Shui Lingyu couldn’t say it directly, because she was locked in that small house by her elder brother.
In fact, at the beginning, it was not the elder brother who wanted to lock her up, but the bad guys
Tang Junyu saw that Shui Lingyu’s weak eyes were trembling, so he asked, “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know, I’m asleep.” Shui Lingyu was indeed asleep, and she was not lying.
I just can’t say where I sleep.
Tang Junyu thought that she was still ill, so he didn’t continue asking.
“You scared my second brother. Wherever you want to go in the future, my second brother will follow you. Fortunately, my elder brother sent you back in time.”
“Did my elder brother send me back?” Shui Lingyu mentioned Tang Lichen and his voice naturally lowered.
It was as if it was pressed against the throat by the invisible momentum.
“Yes, otherwise why would Xiaoyu still get sick when she comes back. If the aunt knows, she will feel heartbroken. I clearly promised her to take good care of you, but I made you sick.”
Shui Lingyu touched Tang Junyu’s hand with her little hand, like a kind of comfort: “Second brother, don’t worry, I will definitely get sick quickly before my mother comes back.”
Of course, Tang Junyu was not afraid of being blamed. He just felt sorry for Shui Lingyu. He laughed at Shui Lingyu’s innocent words and said, “Yes, Xiaoyu quickly gets sick, so he should have more rest and sleep.”