An Yin reached out and grabbed Rong Xun's hand.

Rong Xun's straight back froze and looked down at An Yin standing beside him.

An Yinqing said: "They must not want you to be sad for them."

Rong Xun did not speak, turned his palm back and held the little hand that was holding him in his palm. With this grip, he quickly pulled An Yin's hand.

The skin of the little hand in the hand is rough and harsh, with thick calluses in the palms, and cracks are everywhere on the fingers.

This is not the soft and soft hand he had pulled before.

Rong Xun was stunned.

Most of these, what kind of life did she live...

An Yinshun stood Rong Xun's gaze at her hands. These days, she and Aunt Yang have done everything they can to survive, so they can't take care of it.

But it is another matter to be seen without caring about it.

He quickly retracted his hand, trying to hide his hand.

Rong Xun closed his five fingers and held the little hand tightly. The originally weak and boneless little hand was even more painful than his hand. His whole heart was so heartbreaking.

"How can I take a scalpel in the future by making my hands like this?"

The wounds healed heavily and formed hard scars, which would affect her perception.

An Yin said lightly: "It's better to raise it slowly in the future."

Rong Xun felt very uncomfortable, so he looked up at her for a while and said softly: "I'll send you to rest."

"Okay." An Yin was really tired after being busy for the past half a day.

Rong Xun took An Yin to his room, "You sleep for a while and call you for dinner."

"good."

Rong Xun looked down at the little woman in front of him. She was dark and thin, but she couldn't see enough, and she wanted to keep watching like this.

But she was too weak and needed a rest.

Rong Xun calmed down and let go of his little hand he held, "There is water in the bathroom, but the water is not cold. You can wash it. I'll get you a dress for a change of clothes."

An Yin said: "Okay."

Rong Xun glanced at her again before turning around and leaving the room and taking it to the door.

An Yin stood there, looking at this big room.

A single bed, a desk, a chair, a simple wardrobe that can be disassembled. There is a military uniform on the head of the bed, and the quilt is still folded like a tofu block, and there is nothing else.

The more An Yin reads, the more sad she feels.

He has been in various places in China for three generations, but he survived in such a difficult and dangerous environment.

Rong Xun came back soon, holding a bag in his hand, and handed it to An Yin: "It was given by Li Jinhui, his sister's. If you mind, you can only wear mine."

It is unlucky for ordinary people to wear clothes that are not dead.

But in this place, it's not important to be aware of it.

An Yin took the bag, "Thank you."

Rong Xun was too tall, and she couldn't wear his clothes at all.

And the room was finished at a glance, and Rong Xun probably didn't have many sets of clothes.

Rong Xun took out a plate of mosquito coils from the desk and lit them: "Then you can rest."

An Yin and Rong Xun left and zipped the travel bag.

There are no feminine clothes, they are all camouflage clothes.

An Yin took out a set and went into the bathroom.

There is indeed a tank of water in the bathroom. The water is also warm due to the hot weather.

An Yin almost took a shower and lay on the bed.

While on the boat, she made an agreement with the captain, and the captain promised not to touch her, but she could not really believe the captain. Although she could sleep, she was always alert even if she went to bed, and she would wake up with a little movement.

Although there had just been a battle at this time, Rong Xun's breathing smelled like that, but he couldn't tell the feeling of peace of mind. As soon as he closed his eyes, he fell asleep deeply.

This sleep was the most reliable sleep she slept outside of her escape.
Chapter completed!