Normally, Meng Huaran fell asleep first, but tonight was an exception. Yan Shichi fell asleep, and Meng Huaran beside him was still awake.

Meng Huaran carefully looked at Yan Shichi's sleeping face for a long time, then reached out and brushed away the fine bangs on his forehead.

Suddenly, Meng Huaran caught sight of a white hair of Yan Shichi.

After all, Yan Shichi is 32 years old. Sometimes he is too hard to avoid a few gray hairs.

Meng Huaran was stunned, thinking of his amnesia, he had complicated emotions.

Afraid of waking Yan Shichi up, Meng Huaran didn't reach out to help him pull it out immediately, but got up to find a pair of scissors, and cut it off quietly.

Afterwards, Meng Huaran acted lightly, not daring to make too much noise, then he held Yan Shichi's white hair in his palm, took his mobile phone, and went to another room.

This time, it was Meng Huaran who took the initiative to record the video. He looked at Yan Shichi's white hair and his own face in the camera, and said, "Meng Huaran, you must remember that this is your husband's white hair." .”

"He is very tired and hard, and he loves you very much, so...you can't make him work so hard anymore, and absolutely, never forget him again!"

Meng Huaran clenched her fists, her eyes were firm, but her voice choked up unconsciously.

"Meng Huaran, no matter how seriously ill you are, you must remember that there is a man named Yan Shichi. He will love and accompany you forever, and you also found the treasure together. You... can never forget it again!"

At the end, Meng Huaran's tears couldn't help falling down...

After secretly recording the video, Meng Huaran returned to the bedroom, pretending that nothing happened, and lay down next to Yan Shichi again.

In his sleep, Yan Shichi grabbed Meng Huaran into his arms with a big hand, which had become his subconscious habit.

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