【Double Life】The Redeemer

Chapter 42 I'm afraid you'll regret it

Red roses, warm, love, romantic.

Eleven flowers, one lifetime.

It seems like two lifetimes, he and An Jia haven't had a proper and normal relationship yet.

His eyes were covered with mist, Liang Chuan lowered his head, tears fell on the ground.

As long as he thinks, perhaps in Xiaojia's heart, he once dreamed of such a wonderful happiness for them, he only feels sour.

"Why are you crying, Uncle Liang?" An Jia put the flowers aside, hugged Liang Chuan with one hand, leaned against him, raised her hand and gently wiped away his tears, "It would be great if Uncle Liang was moved, what happened? Am I too anxious? If Uncle Liang is not ready, you can take your time."

Liang Chuan shook his head, and when he raised his head, An Jia was still wiping his tears.

"Uncle Liang, your eyes are so pretty."

Eyelashes trembled, "Xiao Jia, I'm afraid you will regret it."

"why?"

Liang Chuan stared at him blankly for a long time, then smiled, "I...I..."

He smiled reluctantly, and the corners of his eyes were full of sadness.

He couldn't tell, he was greedy for this tenderness, restraining himself not to prevent anyone from recovering An Jia's memory, this was already his biggest concession.

An Jia sighed, pecked and kissed Liang Chuan's eyes, "Stop talking about that, let's go home."

Liang Chuan nodded, and he hugged the rose, "It's the first time I've received flowers."

"Ah..." An Jia was stunned, "Didn't I send flowers to Uncle Liang before? I remembered wrongly."

No one told An Jia that his memory was wrong.

Liang Chuan pursed his lips and smiled, "I remember wrongly."

An Jia stared at Liang Chuan for a while, he pursed his lips, without any negative emotions, just joy, as if he had enough good expectations for the future, and the soft smile lingering in the dark eyes, like A young man who is chattering in spring.

He raised his hand and touched Liang Chuan's head, "Uncle Liang, you look like you are hugging the flowers, as if you are quietly waiting for me to hold your hand. Wait for me like this, okay?"

After being patted on the head by a young man who was much younger than him, Liang Chuan's face showed astringency.

He looked away and said yes.

They got into the car together, and An Jia insisted that they could drive by themselves.

He looked as usual after being seriously injured, but Liang Chuan was so nervous that his face turned pale.

He is not afraid of driving, what he is afraid of is An Jia driving again.

When An Jia touched the steering wheel, Liang Chuan couldn't help but hold his hand, which was very cold.

"Xiaojia, why don't we just let the driver drive."

An Jia held his hand instead, "Uncle Liang, it's fine, don't be afraid."

"Xiaojia, I..."

"Uncle Liang, some things have to go through." An Jia looked very relaxed, "Trust me, it's okay."

An Jia's palm was warm and dry, which gradually warmed Liang Chuan's hand.

Liang Chuan's uneasiness and anxiety gradually stabilized, and he said yes gently.

But the moment An Jia started the car, he still had shortness of breath, covered his chest, his lips turned blue, and closed his eyes tightly.

An Jia drove slowly and steadily, and his voice kept comforting Liang Chuan in his ears.

Liang Chuan finally opened his eyes. The winter was clear and the sun was warm. The handsome young man's profile had a gentle curve.

The atmosphere softened in an instant, the collapse and despair of the car accident had disappeared, leaving only the beating heart beating like thunder.

He was fascinated.

Warm, lively, with light in his eyes, Xiao Jia who loves him deeply...

An Jia pursed her lips and smiled, "Uncle Liang, if you look at me again, I will stop and kiss you."

Liang Chuan smiled, his eyebrows and eyes curved, and his golden curly hair swayed beautifully with his movements.