This made Xiaoman's heart sink more and more, and his words gradually became less and less. In the end, he just lowered his head and quietly listened to Tianming.

At this time, Tianming realized that something was wrong.

Today's Xiaoman is really too silent, although since that incident, Xiaoman's words have been very few, not like usual, chattering non-stop, but, like today, with his head lowered, like Is immersed in his own world, unwilling to talk to him.

"What's wrong with you, Xiaoman?" Tianming asked worriedly, and stretched out her arm, but just as her fingers were about to touch Xiaoman's arm, Xiaoman suddenly shivered, almost like a conditioned reflex actions, not even with any malicious intent.

But after such a search, both of them raised their heads at the same time, and their eyes fell on each other's faces, with the same sadness and astonishment.

Xiaoman's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Tianming knew what Xiaoman wanted to say. He might want to apologize to himself, but how could Xiaoman be blamed for this matter? If you want to blame it, blame that hateful man!

But he is dead now, buried under that piece of land by the red forest, the rain washed away his bones, but could not wash away his sins, in this lifetime, let him rot under that piece of soil disgustingly!

Tianming took his hand back and looked at Xiaoman's eyes, full of distress, "Xiaoman, are you blaming me for not being with you recently?"

Xiaoman didn't speak, his brows and eyes drooped slightly, and he was a little outrageous.

Tianming put his hand on her knee, and through the thick quilt, he couldn't actually feel anything, only a strain of pressure.

"Actually, I really want to see you, I want to see you every day, and I want to be by your side all the time, but something happened at home, there were a lot of police at home before, my father and I didn't know, those people Who is it? We don’t dare to act rashly at all. We have already come this far, and we are long gone. There are already so many people who have sacrificed to protect Lin Xiaoxiao. Feelings, let those sacrifices be in vain, Xiaoman, can you understand what I mean?"

In fact, Tianming has said it clearly enough, and the look he looks at Xiaoman is really incomparable loyalty.

Although Xiaoman is not confident, he is not a fool. He can see that Tianming's confession is all his sincerity.

So Xiaoman nodded, his eyes were red, and his emotions were obviously a little excited.

Tianming looked at him like that before he dared to ask cautiously, "Can I reach out and touch your hair as usual?"

Xiaoman nodded again, and Tianming over there stretched out his hand, but when he came to rub him, he was extremely slow.

Maybe the two of them are very nervous, and this action is almost of extraordinary significance to them.

Since that night, Xiaoman has always been afraid of physical contact with people. Although he did not explicitly say this, Tianming, who has been taking care of her, knew it. Tianming did not ask anything, not because he was not worried, but Because he was too worried, afraid of piercing these window papers, Xiaoman's mood would be even worse.