Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Beep...beep..."

One after another came into Tsing Yi's ears, this anxious and long wait was simply torture for Tsing Yi who was in an impetuous mood at this moment.

He almost broke the phone several times, but he managed to endure it.

He waited patiently, and after the first time no one answered and automatically hung up, he dialed the second time.

The ringtones of the phone kept ringing in my ears, finally pulling the alcoholic from the nightmare back to reality.

He had just had a dialysis session a few hours ago, and he was tortured to death. At this moment, his head was still hazy and his consciousness was dizzy.

I was sweating constantly, my legs would twitch from time to time, even breathing hard.

The drunkard turned his head a little bit hard, looking at the cell phone with the screen on and ringing by the pillow.

He stretched out his scaryly thin hand and picked up the phone.

When he saw the word Tsing Yi, he directly wet his eyes.

No one can understand his loneliness, fear and helplessness in the hospital these days, so helpless that he can't help crying even if he just thinks of the word Tsing Yi.

His hand holding the phone was shaking, not only because he did not dare to answer the call from Tsing Yi, but also because of his body.

Hearing the ringtone of the call, the drunkard only shed tears helplessly, but did not dare to answer.

Finally, the phone went quiet.

He seemed to be relieved, but he could not resist the loss of his heart and the boundless loneliness.

In this world, he seems to be left.

However, the cell phone that had been quiet for less than ten seconds rang again.

The drunkard's heart became tense again.

He stared at the phone screen, not knowing what to do.

In the end, he still couldn't bear the thought of Tsing Yi, he wanted to hear his voice too much.

He cleared his throat first, then connected the phone.

Hold the phone to your ear and point the receiver to your ear so as not to hear his voice clearly.

He looked at the door from time to time to protect the guard or the doctor from coming in suddenly.

At this moment, he was as nervous as he was on the operating table, and even his breathing became a little short.

"……Hey?"

When Tsing Yi was about to despair, the sudden voice stunned him.

He almost couldn't believe that the phone was really connected.

And when he heard the drunkard's peaceful "hey", the backlog of emotions in Tsing Yi almost burst out.

Tsing Yi tried to suppress his emotions, his hand holding the phone tightened and tight, and finally shook directly.

He was angry, but happy again.

The drunkard held his breath, quietly waiting for Tsing Yi's answer.

After a while, Tsing Yi's voice came from the receiver: "...Where are you?"

Even though Tsing Yi tried very hard to make his voice sound normal, people still heard the choking and depression in his voice.

He was afraid. He was afraid that the phone call of the drunkard would not be able to get through. He was afraid that he would never reply his text messages again. He was afraid that the drunkard would disappear so suddenly and never be found again.

The moment he heard Tsing Yi's voice, the drunkard couldn't help but smile, and tears quickly filled his eyes.

At this moment, it seemed that no matter how powerful the illness was, he was not afraid.

The drunkard looked at the gray ceiling, felt the coldness of the room, forced a smile, and said:

"I am home."

Tears slid down from the corners of his eyes, silently, just as he tried to hide his despair at this moment.

"Are you at home?" Tsing Yi was stunned, and when he reacted, he stood up anxiously with one hand on the wall.

"I'll go back to you right away."

"I'm in my hometown." The drunkard's voice came again.