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An Hao obediently let go of his hands, slipped off his back, and leaned against the wall as he sat on top of a pile of things, half squinting while muttering: "You can't just leave me behind … "I'll be afraid …"

"Why would I leave you?" Lin Lang raised his hands to stroke her messy hair, and then stood up to check the window.

If the windows could be opened, they would only be able to welding iron bars. Even though several decades had passed, the steel bars had already rusted, but they were still very strong. No matter what they did, they wouldn't be able to get hold of them.

It seemed that he could only sleep here tonight. Lin Lang took out his phone and looked at the time, it was already 12.30pm. He called Lin Qing and told her not to worry, An Hao had already found the place.

After hanging up, he heard An Hao muttering from the side, "Cold … "So cold …"

He turned around and saw that An Xin was already lying on the ground. She had closed her eyes and had already fallen asleep. Perhaps it was because she was really cold. She hugged her arms and curled her arms. "Her legs were curled up in a ball, her hair was a mess of dried grass, and her pale face was covered in tears.

Why did it have to be so difficult for a scumbag to make me look like this?

Lin Lang felt his heart ache for her, but when he thought of the reason she was tormenting herself in such a way, his anger rose.

He let out a long sigh, looked down at her from above for a while, then couldn't help but take off his outer garment and put it on An Hao's body. Afterwards, he sat against the wall, and carried her in his arms.

Perhaps because he felt a warm breath, An Hao shrank into his embrace and mumbled in a daze, "Grandmother …"

"Where's your grandmother?" Lin Lang sighed helplessly. Even though he was obviously trembling from the cold, he still hugged her even more tightly.

The next morning, An Hao woke up with a headache. She tightly knitted her brows, and just as she wanted to raise her hand to rub her throbbing temples, she found that her arm was shackled and unable to move at all.

She struggled to open her eyes and discovered that she was in someone's arms. That person seemed to be afraid that she would run away and tightly hugged her.

She listened to his heartbeat, looked up at his face, saw the smooth line of his jaw, looked up, saw his tight lips, the straight bridge of his nose, and the long, slanted, very thick lashes of his closed eyes.

Why was Lin Lang here? Where is this place?

An Hao looked around and quickly discovered that she was in the Star Gazing Tower. She and Lin Lang should have been locked in the tower, but why would she appear together with Lin Lang in the Star Gazing Tower?

Her head felt like it was about to explode. She frowned as she tried to recall the memories of yesterday.

She remembered that she was crying so miserably on the streets. After being watched enough by others, she got up and started to wander around aimlessly. She didn't want to go home, didn't want to see Chen Xiyang, and didn't want to worry her grandmother.

When Lin Qing called her, she was in Times Square. At that time, she really wanted to be alone so she told Lin Qing a lie.

When the sky gradually darkened, Chen Xiyang called. This made her, who had no place to vent, even more depressed. She had a ball of fire burning in her heart and didn't know how to vent it out.

She didn't know how many bottles of white spirits she drank, but she felt like she wasn't drunk, and her brain must have been very clear back then, but now she had broken a piece, and her memories stopped at her bottle after bottle of wine. What happened next she couldn't remember at all.

Could it be that it was just like last time, when Lin Lang saw her at the bar again, and she insisted on making a ruckus as she came to the Star Gazing Tower.

An Hao blinked his eyes, feeling as if he had shamed himself in front of Lin Lang for the rest of his life.

She let out a long sigh and tried to struggle free, but whenever she struggled, Lin Lang would instinctively increase his strength by grabbing onto her arm. She thought that he had woken up, but when she lifted her head, he was still sleeping.

An Hao was helpless, she tried her best to pull out her arm and prod him on the arm: "Hey, wake up."

This power simply did not have any effect, she simply grabbed onto Lin Lang's wrist and wanted to wake him up, but the moment she touched his skin, An Hao finally sensed that something was amiss.

Lin Lang's skin was abnormally hot, causing her heart to immediately rise. When she tried her best to touch his forehead, the temperature was indeed high.

It was only then that An Hao noticed that this person had wrapped his outer coat around himself. This person was only wearing a white shirt, the kind that didn't have any warmth to it.

No wonder she didn't feel cold this morning. She was relying on his high fever to keep her warm.

An Hao's heart tensed up, and he struggled even harder, stretching out his arm to push Lin Lang's head, anxiously calling his name: "Lin Lang, wake up, you have a fever, we need to go to the hospital immediately, wake up … …"

She could clearly feel that her breathing was warmer than usual, but she could no longer care. She pushed at Lin Lang instead, "Wake up, Lin Lang!"

Lin Lang finally opened his eyes in a daze, frowning as he looked at her: "You can't calm down even after you've woken up? Can't you see that I'm still sleeping? "

He leaned against the wall with his head raised up and was about to sleep again when An Hao reached out to push him again, "Don't sleep anymore, you're already having a fever, we have to go to the hospital."

Lin Lang impatiently waved her hand away: "The door hasn't been opened yet, how can I get to the hospital?"

"Then you can't sleep anymore." An Hao stood up quickly, covered the coat she was wrapped in, and started to look for her phone to see what time it was. But after this night of tormenting, her phone had already been thrown into who knows where.

She anxiously stomped her feet. "You should get up. I don't know what time it is. Look at your body temperature. What can you do if you don't open the door?"

Lin Lang was annoyed to the point that his head hurt. He raised his hand and rubbed his glabella, then stood up and took out his phone from his pocket and handed it over to An Hao: "Here, take a look."

She quickly took the phone and looked at the time on the screen. She heaved a sigh of relief, "It's fine. The door will be open in five minutes. Get up and get some exercise. We'll leave as soon as the door is open."

Lin Lang's entire body was aching, he leaned against the wall and lazily moved, anxiously pulling at his arm wanting to pull him up, he helplessly sighed, and frowned as he stood up.

However, he was still able to lift his head with ease. His legs felt numb, and he fell to the ground as soon as he stood up.

An Hao's leg was fast, she pulled his arm and stood in front of him, then reached out to hug him, causing him to fall into her embrace.