Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

   Chapter 998 Departure (25)

  He pursed his lips tightly, and was about to pull the quilt back up and return to his own darkness.

  But the woman pressed his quilt again, and put his right hand back under the quilt, extremely serious.

   "Don't let yourself be bored anymore, there is little air under the quilt, what should I do if I get bored?"

   It's none of her business to be bored.

   The man thought with a cold face.

   It's just that the colder he is, the less she seems to be afraid of him.

   Even, she seemed to bend her eyes and smiled, leaned over with a shallow smile, touched his head, and said softly, "Mr. He, you are so good."

   No wonder, he is not good at all.

  The man's expression is even colder.

  Yun Si sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him tenderly, pursing her lips.

   Glancing at the time on the wall, after so much trouble, it was almost nine o'clock, and it was time for her to leave.

  Yun Si waited on the spot for a while.

   When he turned his face away and stopped looking at her, she smiled and stood up.

   Thoughtfully dimmed the lights by the bed, she picked up the bag on the side, and then came to the bedside.

   "Mr. He, I'm leaving first, you can sleep peacefully."

   "If you have anything, you can call me at any time, and I will come anytime."

  She spoke softly, and helped him tuck the quilt.

   Increased the temperature of the air conditioner in the ward for fear that he would be cold.

  He Yan lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and did not speak.

   ignored her indifferently.

  Yun Si curled her lips slightly, then turned and left.

   Gently closed the door of the ward, and then sent a text message to Jiang Wenxue.

   Soon, her figure disappeared at the door of the ward without a trace.

  The man in the ward who suddenly opened his eyes looked at the empty chair next to the bed almost subconsciously.

   That's where she used to sit, and the bag there is gone now.

  He stared silently for a while, then pulled the quilt vigorously and covered his head again.

after awhile,

  He suddenly pulled off the quilt awkwardly. He thumped the bed under him with his fist, as if venting his irritability and anger.

  Only at this time, he really changed back to his original gloomy and indifferent appearance, irritable and irritable, and he was prone to throwing things.

   Staring gloomyly at the ceiling, he didn't speak, and didn't know what he was thinking.

  Late at night,

   Lord Reaper held the scepter and stood quietly under a remote bus stop, flipping through the book of life and death, as if waiting for the time.

  There are no street lights near this remote bus station, only the inside of the station is still on, illuminating the flirtatious and cold black gauze skirt of Lord Reaper.

  The blood pattern on the skirt is like a gorgeous rose flower, lining her slender ankles, she is slim and tall.

   Wearing stiletto shoes and a slim figure, she stood quietly under the lamp, her eyes looking into the distance indifferently, as if she was waiting for someone.

   Soon, the last bus that arrived late stopped at the bus station.

  In the car, there was only one driver left, a young woman who had just got off work, and a man who was pulling out a cigarette to smoke.

   A man and a woman got off the bus, and the driver drove away on the last train.

  Women walk in front, men walk behind.

  His eyes lingered on the woman, and silently, he took out a knife from behind.

   Lord Reaper's eyes were indifferent, standing beside him, witnessing the whole process.

   Soon, the man grabbed the knife and stepped forward.

  The woman seemed unaware, and was still walking on a remote path aside.

  The two walked into the side path one after the other.

  (end of this chapter)