I was framed and walked into the wrong room, and I gave birth to a litter for the CEO.

There are age spots on both arms and the skin is sagging, like an old man in his seventies or eighties.

Not only that, but his legs were also the same, including the skin on his body.

Only his face has not changed at the moment, it is still the face of a twenty-eight-year-old man.

Sheng Zhongye developed a drug for him to preserve his face and youth, hoping that he would be able to die with dignity.

The skin problems on the body cannot be solved, but clothing can cover them.

But before he dies, this face will quickly age from twenty-eight years old, little by little, and finally, like the sagging old skin on his body, he will die as an old man.

"Shi Qingfeng, please open the door... You coward, you are not even afraid of death, so why should you be afraid of seeing me?

Open the door... Coward, am I a scourge? As for making you so scared...

Isn't there any regret left in your heart?

You have lived to be twenty-eight years old. What is the meaning of your existence in this world for so many years?

Did you have a happy day? Why are you sad?

Have you thought about all this? "

"..."

Yes, what is the meaning of his existence after living for so many years?

He used to have the same dream as Lin Boyuan, to be a great medical scientist.

Although his grandma Ren Ruoxue taught him a lot of medical skills, she taught Lin Boyuan everything she learned, and he was far inferior to that man. Otherwise, if he was so ill now, he would definitely be able to save himself.

Shi Qingfeng held his head with both hands, whimpering lowly with self-blame and pain.

For a long time, there was no movement outside the house. He thought Zhang Yihan had left. The nervous heart gradually calmed down.

However, after a while, something suddenly hit the window glass over there and made a loud noise.

Broken glass flew everywhere, and the crackling sound echoed in the air for a long time.

Zhang Yihan held a stool in her hand. She used the stool to break the window glass and was bound to enter Shi Qingfeng's room.

"Ah...you...don't come here, go, go..."

When Shi Qingfeng saw the figure of the little woman, she was so frightened that she crawled to the bed, grabbed the quilt on the bed, and wrapped herself tightly.

Zhang Yihan placed the stool in his hand on the dirt floor of the garden, stood on it, jumped through the window and jumped into the bedroom.

"Don't come over, please... leave quickly..." Shi Qingfeng's hoarse voice was filled with painful cries and wails.

"Shi Qingfeng, do you really don't want to see me?" Zhang Yihan stood at the window, with broken glass on the ground. "Do you really want me to go far?

If it's your sincerity, then I'll leave now.

If I leave, I will never come back. Even if you die, I will not attend your funeral. "

"..."

Shi Qingfeng was silent, and the quilt on his head was shaking in a big arc.

"Do you hate me that much? Although the time we have been together is short, we have gone through so many things, do you not care?

Will you be happy if I leave? "

"..."

His body was close to the bed. In order to prevent her from seeing his current appearance, even his hands and feet were covered by the quilt as much as possible.

"Would you not look at me even if I died? In your heart...didn't you like me at all? Haha..."

No matter what she said, the man hid under the covers like a coward.

"what……"

The man in the quilt suddenly heard the little woman's painful cry.

"No... don't..." Shi Qingfeng was so frightened that he opened the quilt on his head and saw the little woman standing in front of the window, her entire left arm bleeding.

He put his hands on the edge of the bed, stood up with difficulty, and staggered towards Zhang Yihan.

"What’s wrong with you……"

He held her arm that was scratched by the remaining glass on the edge of the window, and Zhang Yihan quickly held his hand back.

"Don't you want to see me? Haven't you been chasing me away? Then why do you still care about me?"

"No...no..." Shi Qingfeng's voice trembled badly when he spoke, and he pulled his hand back. He frantically put down his sleeves, fearing that Zhang Yihan would see his old and ugly hands.

He staggered back to the bed.

"You said no. If you don't care about me, then why are you here with me?" Zhang Yihan chased after him and grabbed his hand, but he pushed him away ruthlessly. "ah……"

He hurt her injured arm.

"I..." Shi Qingfeng stared at her arm under her short sleeves, which was bleeding a lot. The blood stained the white quilt cover on the bed red. "Go out quickly and find Yueyue...

Ask her to get you hemostatic medicine to stop the bleeding and bandage it so that there won't be any scars in the future..."

"..." Zhang Yihan stared at him silently, showing nervousness because he was worried about her.

His old hands covered with age spots were clearly reflected in her eyes.

He didn't want to drag her down, so he didn't want to see her, right?

He didn't shy away from seeing anyone in the entire Sheng family's old house, but he kept her outside the door every day. If he didn't care about her feelings and didn't want his image to be diminished in her heart, how could he not want to see her?

"So what if I have a scar? A woman looks after herself. The man I like is you. As long as you don't dislike me, why should I care what others think of me?"

Zhang Yihan forcibly grabbed his hand and lifted up his sleeves.

"Don't..." He resisted uncomfortably.

"It's not like I haven't seen the skin on the back of your hands change. Isn't it just that you are getting older? Isn't your color fading with age?

As long as they are human, who will not grow old?

This is just a natural phenomenon of human existence on the earth. I will also grow old and I will die.

The same goes for Shi Xiyue and everyone else.

You're just one step ahead of us. "

"..." Shi Qingfeng lowered his head, and the tears gathered in his eyes dripped vertically on the back of Zhang Yihan's hand.

Now that she had seen it, there was nothing for him to avoid.

"Shi Qingfeng, look at me..." Zhang Yihan held his cheeks with both hands and asked him to look at her.

His face didn't change, it was still the same as when she first met him. It's just that most of his hair is white, as if it was deliberately highlighted by a hairdresser.

"Tell me, is it because you care about me that you don't want to see me these days?

You don't want me to see you looking old and wan? Are you afraid that if you can't hold your head up in front of me, you will feel inferior? "

"..." He struggled a bit, not wanting to look directly into her eyes, but she forced him to do so.

"Shi Qingfeng, do you still have me in your heart? Do you love me?

If you love me, then nod your head, or..." Her eyes stayed on his slightly dry lips.