Qin Yichen pretended to be sad as he spoke, and lightly recalled the period of training that was like hell.

Listening to his joking voice, Wan Han was also amused and laughed.

"Later, when I was a teenager, the old man silently transferred the Twelve Stars City to my name, and then... he easily traveled around the world without saying a word."

"This old man has thrown everything into my hands. He is really one of the best."

"I was so entangled that I wanted to just throw it away and walk away, but...that's when I realized that the old man was already in bad health."

"In the past few years, it has been getting worse and worse. A year ago, you were in a coma in the hospital for a long time. That's why I didn't take you directly back to Twelve Star City at that time."

"This time, I can let the old man see you, and maybe you can grant him one of his wishes."

Qin Yichen said this, his voice gradually became lower, and there was unconcealable pain in his tone.

The old man is getting old and is being held back by his illness. Even with the best plans, he may not have a few years left.

Even though birth, old age, illness and death were beyond his control, he was the only relative who had raised him, so how could he not feel uncomfortable.

He fell silent completely, half-closed his eyes, and lowered his head to kiss her forehead with trivial kisses, as if this could soothe his panicked heart.

Feeling the changes in Qin Yichen's mood and the silent pain, Wan Han didn't know how to comfort him, so she lay obediently on his lap and let him kiss her.

…

For a long time, neither of them spoke.

They just hugged each other like this and looked out the window in the distance.

Each other's body temperature comforted each other, and this small corner of the place became the warmest and safest place for them, bringing their hearts closer again.

"The stars outside are so beautiful." She grabbed his slender and beautiful hand, held it gently, and murmured to herself.

Wanhan played with his fingers, going back and forth with her own.

His hands were much bigger than hers, and he could easily wrap her little hand in his palm.

"Yes." He whispered casually, turned slightly, and pulled over a thin blanket that was placed on a chair not far away.

He covered her curled up body, stretched out his hands to tuck her broken hair behind her ears, and hugged her downward again until she was half lying on his lap.

"If you're sleepy, just go to sleep." A slightly low voice sounded in her ears, lulling her to sleep.

"I'm not sleepy, I want to hear your story!" In order to ease the previous atmosphere, Wan Han chuckled and asked stubbornly with a hint of coquettishness.

However, she didn't give any hope. A man like Qin Yichen would definitely not know how to tell stories, and he would not bother to tell her any childish stories.

His hand holding her tightened slightly, and when he heard her laughter, a thin smile appeared in his eyes, and he said softly: "Okay, tell me, what do you want to hear?"

"Yes, everything is fine..." She didn't choose at all, but was a little surprised that he actually agreed.

Qin Yichen pondered for a moment, then curled his lips and said with a smile: "Since you like stars so much, let me tell you a fairy tale about stars that someone told me."

"Have you ever heard other people tell stories?" Wan Han raised her eyebrows in a questioning tone.

"Pay attention, I'm going to start talking." He pinched her earlobe as if as punishment, and he sighed, helpless that she was distracted.

"Oh! Okay!" The person in his arms nodded quickly, acting like a good baby listening to a bedtime story.

He sorted out his thoughts and then began to tell Qin Yichen's version of the fairy tale. His slightly magnetic voice was deliberately lowered, giving it a sense of indescribable beauty.

In such a silent night, it slowly sounded in her ears, which was particularly touching.

Much, much later, Wan Han could still recall Qin Yichen's voice and tone when he told this story.

Every time I think of it, I smile unconsciously and feel warm in my heart.

"In China, there is a toy that is similar to a Rubik's Cube. Some people call it the Kongmingsuo Octagonal Ball. When put together, it looks like a three-dimensional star. But abroad, some people gave it a beautiful name, called "Star of the Star"

"Mystery" and gave it a very romantic fairy tale."

"A long time ago, in an ancient kingdom, a young and handsome prince fell in love with the most beautiful girl in the country. In order to pursue the girl and express his love, the young prince climbed up to the tallest tower in the country.

, and then reached out and caught a shooting star for the girl."

"But the prince was too impatient. The meteor in his hand fell to the ground and was broken into many pieces..."

When Qin Yichen talked about this, Wan Han pricked up his ears and listened attentively. He seemed to be a little worried about the prince.

Realizing that she was a little tense, he smiled silently and gently, comforted her, and continued: "The prince looked at the meteor fragments all over the place and was very sad. He climbed down from the tower. He collected all the fragments and went crazy.

Put them back together again."

"The prince took the meteor he pieced together and gave it to the most beautiful girl to express his eternal love for the girl. Finally, the girl was moved and agreed to the prince."

"In the end, the young prince won the girl's heart, and they lived happily together just like the ending of all fairy tales."

When he finished speaking the last sentence, Qin Yichen lowered his head and gave Wan Han the most affectionate kiss.

"The mystery of the stars?" Wan Han turned his head slightly, looked at the night sky again, and couldn't help but praise in a low voice: "What a romantic fairy tale."

She had never heard this story before, and to her ears right now, it was even more exciting than all the love fairy tales.

"Then you can go to bed now... I have a bedtime story every night, and I have finished telling it tonight." He smiled jokingly and coaxed her to sleep.

Wan Han stopped pestering him, lay on his lap and closed her eyes quietly.

She was so obedient that Qin Yichen's eyebrows arched again, and he leaned half against the glass window, protecting her as she fell asleep.

It was almost early in the morning, and she felt sleepy and fell asleep soon.

Seeing her even breathing and peaceful sleeping face, Qin Yichen also relaxed his nerves and raised his hand to take the mobile phone aside.

I looked at the time and calculated the time difference. It should be exactly morning there now.

He frowned slightly, slid the lock screen with his fingertips, and dialed a phone number quickly and skillfully.

After waiting for a long time, the phone was picked up. A girl's crisp voice came from the speaker with a smile and mischievousness: "Master, good morning." Qin Yichen pretended to be sad and said that paragraph lightly.

The years of training went by like hell.

Listening to his joking voice, Wan Han was also amused and laughed.

"Later, when I was a teenager, the old man silently transferred the Twelve Stars City to my name, and then... he easily traveled around the world without saying a word."

"This old man has thrown everything into my hands. He is really one of the best."

"I was so entangled that I wanted to just throw it away and walk away, but...that's when I realized that the old man was already in bad health."

"In the past few years, it has been getting worse and worse. A year ago, you were in a coma in the hospital for a long time. That's why I didn't take you directly back to Twelve Star City at that time."

"This time, I can let the old man see you, and maybe you can grant him one of his wishes."

Qin Yichen said this, his voice gradually became lower, and there was unconcealable pain in his tone.

The old man is getting old and is being held back by his illness. Even with the best plans, he may not have a few years left.

Even though birth, old age, illness and death were beyond his control, he was the only relative who had raised him, so how could he not feel uncomfortable.

He fell silent completely, half-closed his eyes, and lowered his head to kiss her forehead with trivial kisses, as if this could soothe his panicked heart.

Feeling the changes in Qin Yichen's mood and the silent pain, Wan Han didn't know how to comfort him, so she lay obediently on his lap and let him kiss her.

…

For a long time, neither of them spoke.

They just hugged each other like this and looked out the window in the distance.

Each other's body temperature comforted each other, and this small corner of the place became the warmest and safest place for them, bringing their hearts closer again.

"The stars outside are so beautiful." She grabbed his slender and beautiful hand, held it gently, and murmured to herself.

Wanhan played with his fingers, going back and forth with her own.

His hands were much bigger than hers, and he could easily wrap her little hand in his palm.

"Yes." He whispered casually, turned slightly, and pulled over a thin blanket that was placed on a chair not far away.

He covered her curled up body, stretched out his hands to tuck her broken hair behind her ears, and hugged her downward again until she was half lying on his lap.

"If you're sleepy, just go to sleep." A slightly low voice sounded in her ears, lulling her to sleep.

"I'm not sleepy, I want to hear your story!" In order to ease the previous atmosphere, Wan Han chuckled and asked stubbornly with a hint of coquettishness.

However, she didn't give any hope. A man like Qin Yichen would definitely not know how to tell stories, and he would not bother to tell her any childish stories.

His hand holding her tightened slightly, and when he heard her laughter, a thin smile appeared in his eyes, and he said softly: "Okay, tell me, what do you want to hear?"

"Yes, everything is fine..." She didn't choose at all, but was a little surprised that he actually agreed.

Qin Yichen pondered for a moment, then curled his lips and said with a smile: "Since you like stars so much, let me tell you a fairy tale about stars that someone told me."

"Have you ever heard other people tell stories?" Wan Han raised her eyebrows in a questioning tone.

"Pay attention, I'm going to start talking." He pinched her earlobe as if as punishment, and he sighed, helpless that she was distracted.

"Oh! Okay!" The person in his arms nodded quickly, acting like a good baby listening to a bedtime story.

He sorted out his thoughts and then began to tell Qin Yichen's version of the fairy tale. His slightly magnetic voice was deliberately lowered, giving it a sense of indescribable beauty.

In such a silent night, it slowly sounded in her ears, which was particularly touching.

Much, much later, Wan Han could still recall Qin Yichen's voice and tone when he told this story.
To be continued...