Reaching for the armrest of the door, she instinctively tried to push the door and get out of the car, but stepped on the ground with one foot and retracted.

She and him are just friends, if the other party doesn't want her to enter his world, why should she force her in?

Jian Yao didn't know that there was a pair of eyes looking at him in the distance.

Decadently got out of the car and opened the door in a decadent manner, he forgot to even take the portkey off the door and entered the living room like a soulless walking corpse.

My throat ached with water, like that terrible night......

Grabbing the wine on the wine shelf, he didn't even use the glass, and poured the wine directly into his throat.

Bottle after bottle.

He walked up the stairs with half a bottle of wine, and he was too drunk to see.

As soon as he stepped into the air, the bottle fell to the floor and shattered, and he also fell down and fell down the stairs.

However, it doesn't hurt at all.

"Jian Yao!"

Someone vaguely called his name, and he reluctantly opened his eyes, and what he saw was Qin Haiyao's face.

It must be a dream.

He raised his hand to touch her, but his arm was so heavy that it looked like it had been filled with lead, and he couldn't lift it.

"Hai Yao......" he called her name in a hoarse voice, "I know what I ...... No...... Yes, but I'm ...... Good...... Loved you......"

This kind of truth is only dared to be told when I dream.

Because only then will he forget those pasts, and forget how disgusting he is.

Qin Haiyao's palm on his body froze in place.

Jian Yao didn't speak again, just curled up on the stairs a little bit, it was a gesture of self-preservation.

Qin Haiyao came back to his senses and raised his hand to help him wipe the water stains off his forehead.

"Jian Yao, get up, I'll help you back to your room."

The drunken man weighs heavily like a mountain.

It took her almost all her strength to prop him up, and by the time she helped him upstairs to the bedroom, Qin Haiyao's clothes were already soaked.

Unable to care about this, she took a breath and dragged him into the bedroom with all her might, helping him take off his long-sleeved T-shirt.

Noticing the man's wrist, Qin Haiyao suddenly stopped his movements.

On his left wrist, there were several visible wounds.

Is that......

Qin Haiyao's fingers gently stroked his scar.

The wound has been around for a long time, but it still looks shocking, and it is not difficult to imagine how heavy and deep the wound was at that time.

Such a cynical man, unexpectedly......

Committed suicide?!

No wonder I've known him for so long, I've never seen him wear short sleeves, even in this weather, wearing a sweatshirt must be long enough to cover the palms of his hands.

Turning her eyes away, she put her arms around the man's shoulders and cried uncontrollably.

He loves to laugh so much, and he always looks so indifferent.

The media always likes to say that he has a bad temper, that he is moody, that he is pampered and coquettish......

Who knows what kind of wounds he had in his heart.

After a while, Qin Haiyao stopped crying.

Helping him take off his wet clothes and dry all the water with a towel, she struggled to help him to bed.

His gaze swept over the man's arm and pulled the sheet over him.

Pick up the dirty laundry and go downstairs, wash it, dry it, and iron it flat.

She carried his clothes upstairs again, carefully putting them on his body, and made it look like she hadn't taken off his clothes.

After doing all this, she was almost exhausted.

In the end, she didn't worry about him, sat at the table, fed him a few sips of water with a small spoon, and she tested his forehead several times to make sure that the man had no traces of fever before he relaxed.