Shen Li sniffed and wiped away the tears the moment they flowed out of his eyes.

"I'm not here to hear you say I'm sorry, since you have nothing to do, I'm leaving" Shen Li turned around and left.

"Ah...... Leave ......" Shen Zhengyang stretched out his hand to hold her, using a slight residual strength.

Shen Li's body was stunned, standing in place, and the clenched powder fist caused the long nails to sink deep into the palm of his hand, and the painful heart was twisted into a ball, and with a slight struggle, he broke away from his circle.

"You have a good rest, I don't want to see you like this in the future"

Shen Li left without looking back, she didn't want to see him get sick again, and then she would collapse, she had suffered enough in the half a year since she left home, and her memory only kept his healthy appearance, but she never had today's haggardness.

"Ah Li......" Shen Zhengyang called in a vicissitudes of tone.

Looking at Shen Li's departing back, his stiff arm in mid-air, he refused to put it down, he desperately wanted to grab more, but the more so, the more he seemed to lose, just like sand, how tightly he held it, how fast it flowed, and God no longer attached to him.

Coming to the elevator door, Shen Li took off her disguise, cried cowardly, covered her mouth and ran to the door of the stairs, she admitted that she wanted to care about him very much, and wanted to tell him to pay attention to his body in the future, but she couldn't say it, everything couldn't withstand the deep hatred, so she could only bury it in her heart.

Gradually, she crouched in the corner, curled up together, and hugged herself helplessly.

A figure squatted beside her, his voice mixed with heartbreak.

Shen Li's crying forgot about the world and was quiet in his own sadness.

Cheng Yixiao hugged her uncontrollably, and gradually hugged her tighter, if he could, he was willing to bear all the pain for her, but he complained about his powerlessness, and he struggled.

In his arms, Shen Li let go of all his strength, sat on the ground softly, and cried freely.

Cheng Yixiao's villa......

Shen Li changed out of her soaked clothes, put on Cheng Yixiao's shirt, and curled up on the sofa, what she had just done in the hospital had not yet brought her back to her senses, and she would still have empty eyes, staring at her like a walking corpse.

Cheng Yixiao prepared a bowl of ginger soup, took advantage of the heat, and brought it to the coffee table in front of Shen Li.

"Ah Li" Cheng Yixiao said softly.

The heat poured on Shen Li's face, and the warmth made her eyes roll, and she looked at Cheng Yixiao without any temperature, her closed lips were pale, and she was haggard like a porcelain doll.

"If it's raining, you'll catch a cold" Cheng Yixiao said with concern, and his heart ached.

The voice as gentle as water seemed to turn back the time half a year ago, when they had not broken up, every time he had this kind of look, every time he was worried that she would feel cold, he would cook ginger soup for himself.

The eyes of the two were fixed in each other's eyes, time was frozen, Cheng Yixiao couldn't help but get closer to breathe, and a faint kiss was imprinted.

For a moment, he kissed uncontrollably deeply.

Shen Li suddenly woke up and struggled.

Cheng Yixiao...... Don't ......" The tip of his lubricated tongue invaded her mouth, hotly entangled the tip of her tongue, sucking on the longing taste.

"Ah Li......" Cheng Yixiao panted uncontrollably, eagerly unbuttoning her shirt, unexpectedly, he had been intoxicated to such a point, and the desire to think about it day and night had already allowed him to cross the line of defense.