Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

The next day.

It was just early seven o'clock, it was still early, and the morning light was faint.

Jiang Beiyuan kept his subconscious movements, and drew his long arms to the side.

Empty, no one.

Those dark eyes opened quickly.

Yannian is not in the bed, nor in the room.

Jiang Beiyuan frowned, put on a coat at random, got out of bed, and walked through each room barefoot.

Guest rooms, study rooms, kitchens, gymnasiums, small theaters, changing rooms...

He even looked for the swimming pool and garden outside.

The slender figure shuttled around every corner, panting as he ran, his black eyes didn't have the calmness and self-control they used to be, instead they were full of anxiety and panic.

"Niannian!"

He was like a child who couldn't find an adult. The thin sweat was running down his forehead and down the delicate jaw line. The clothes in front of him were soaked.

There was movement in the hallway.

Jiang Beiyuan quickly turned his eyes to look over.

The little woman wrapped in a huge black down jacket looked a little bloated. She was holding a shopping bag in her hand and was changing shoes at the entrance.

Jiang Beiyuan walked over without saying a word, holding the person in his arms.

Tightly.

"Where did you go?" His voice was hoarse, very low and low, and very uneasy.

Yan Nian pursed her lips, then raised her arms, "I think there is no yogurt at home, so I went to buy some..."

"Does the supermarket open at seven?"

"Well, the supermarket on Center Street is open 24 hours."

It takes half an hour to take a taxi from Funan Villa to Central Street, and one hour to and from.

So how early did she get up?

"I'll buy it in the future, you stay at home obediently, don't go out in cold weather."

"..."

Yan Nian did not speak, and went into the living room, putting a bag of yogurt on the coffee table in the living room.

After a long time, he turned his back to Jiang Beiyuan and muttered, "I want to go out and relax."

"..."

silence.

Deathly silence.

Silent enough to hear the ticking of the clock on the wall.

That's time flowing.

It seems that there is more than just time.

Hearing the movement, Yuli came out of his room and lay down at the door, looking at Yannian and Jiang Beiyuan, who were separated by a long distance.

I don’t know how long it has been, the man’s thin lips moved, and broke the silence first:

"How many days?"

Smart as him.

Yannian: "I don't know..."

"..."

It was deathly silence again.

Jiang Beiyuan's fists that fell on his side were squeezed tightly, and then fell again, his joints were white, his eyes were solemn and deep.

It was a transparent sadness, falling from his shoulders to the ground, drowning him.

"Then you go, and remember to come back if you figure it out."

"Thank you."

"No need."

"Oh."

Yannian went to the locker room.

She took a few pieces of close-fitting clothes into the bag, then went into the bedroom again, and put the wedding ring and the necklace Jiang Beiyuan gave her on her birthday in a box like a baby.

When Yannian came out of the bedroom while she was drowsy, she found that Jiang Beiyuan was still standing at the junction of the hallway and the living room.

He leaned there, standing still like a petrified statue, his handsome face stretched into a bow, and there was no extra expression on his face.

Yannian lowered her head.

She did not look at him again.

When he passed by, he suddenly grabbed his arm.

"Forget it, don't go, I'll go, or where else can you go."

"Ding Baoyi's house."

"……Snapped."

Jiang Beiyuan let go and fell straight.

The last hope was shattered by her words.

Then she really left.