Si Fei gave him another detailed examination and said with a sigh of relief: "The fever has finally come down, but the young master is not conscious yet. He should be much better tomorrow. Young Master, you can go back and rest."

Sikong Zeye stood still.

In the middle of winter, he fished Sikong Haoran out of the lake in order to pick up an inexplicable bracelet.

Until now, the bracelet is still tightly held in Sikong Haoran's hand.

Bai Yunshang was sitting on the edge of the bed, her head hanging slightly, the beautiful ribbons in her hair hanging down, her eyelids also half-draped, she seemed to be thinking about something, she was so lost in thought, her slightly profiled face clearly resembled "Bai Yunshang"

It's different, the temperament and feeling are completely the same.[

Sikong Zeye pressed his forehead hard with his fingers. He began to have those hallucinations that he shouldn't have again. Damn it...!

Every time in the dead of night, the pain of longing would make him lose consciousness.

But one cannot deceive oneself and others for the rest of his life:

"My bedroom is next door. If you need anything, just call me."

Si Fei said respectfully: "No need to trouble the young master, I can take good care of him."

"It's best that way."

Sikong Zeye glanced at Bai Yunshang and walked out.

Listening to his footsteps leaving, Bai Yunshang's tense body relaxed.

Sikong Haoran would actually jump into the lake to pick up the chain for her, which was really unexpected to her. Of course, she would not thank the devil for this.

She didn't want to live in the first place, but why he helped her like this was because he was selfishly afraid of dying alone!

The night is getting deeper and deeper.

Bai Yunshang stood where Sikong Zeye had just stood, looking at the lake outside the window.

There seems to be still the smell of Sikong Zeye here, as well as the aroma of brandy...

Her head was swollen and painful, and suddenly, she also wanted to drink, to make her mind empty, numb, and not think about anything.

Separated by a wall, in the next bedroom, Sikong Zeye was also standing in the same position.

He doesn't know why, but that woman's face always appears over and over in his mind.

Her breath constantly overlaps with that of Bai Yunshang in her memory...

Too many times, he had allowed hallucinations to suppress his pain when he was missing.

With a splitting headache, he looked at the empty wine bottle in his hand, smashed it, opened the bedroom door, and walked to the wine cabinet in the living room.[
Chapter completed!