The cold and ruthless words made An Yang choke hoarsely. The rage and hatred in her chest turned into a black seaweed with a dead breath, wrapped around her body, and hung in her soul.

Her vision was obscured by the white medical gown, and she closed her eyes in a daze, not seeing Chen Zhaoheng's stiff body.

Take two steps back, and the look of despair and sorrow exposes the fragility under the disguise.

Leaving the ward without saying a word, the smell of disinfectant water on his body made his vision dazed.

"King."

When the bodyguard brought the documents that had just arrived, he saw Chen Zhaoheng leaning against the window from a distance, supporting his forehead with one hand.

Smoke flowed from between her thin lips, and the slender lady's cigarette did not have the slightest smell of tobacco, which was a brand that Chen Zhaoheng would never choose.

Staring at the dark sky outside, after a long time, he tiredly let go of the sadness between his brows, "What's the matter?" ”

"It's Charried's side," the bodyguard handed him the document in his arms, "Charried connected with the mermaid through a special way. ”

"Heh," Chen Zhaoheng smiled dumbly, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually lost its temperature, "He is by my side, but he has learned a lot of skills." ”

The cigarette butt was screwed on the window frame, "Don't worry about him, it was originally a sin." ”

When the boundless darkness swept through the city, Chen Zhaoheng took off the coolness on his coat and walked into the ward.

An Yang, under the influence of tranquilizers, twisted his eyebrows together, and still slept unsteadily.

"Why don't you compromise obediently," Chen Zhaoheng smiled bitterly, his palm carefully covering the back of An Yang's hand, and his crooked cheek pressed against the side of the bed.

Everyone around him thinks he's crazy, but he's crazy and knows it.

An Yang is not the most beautiful mermaid he has ever seen, but it is the most special one. It's just that at the right time, he became obsessed with it, and since then he has been out of control.

In the silence of the room, a glimmer of light fell into the dust.

Chen Zhaoheng heard the low sobs in An Yang's sleep, opened his mouth, and all the words fell silent.

didn't dare to think about the future, and even every minute and second of connection was too heavy for him to afford.

"Don't cry, I'll never let you cry again."

Seeing her sad, his heart hurt even more. The red eyes couldn't stop crying, and the cramped feeling made his heart hurt sharply.

When he woke up during the day, Chen Zhaoheng was no longer in the room.

[Anyang: Hey......]

[System: Host, what's wrong?] 】

[Anyang: I thought he was so capable, yesterday's cruel words poked my heart, but I still escaped from the battle. 】

[System: ...... Stay and poke your heart. 】

[Anyang: If you don't work hard to please Miss Ben, you can't get Miss Ben's mercy. 】

[System:?] 】

In the next few days, Chen Zhaoheng would only appear in the ward at night after Anyang fell asleep.

Knowing that Anyang could only rely on tranquilizers to fall asleep, he stood by the bed and carefully stroked her forehead with his palm.

"If you can't see me, will you feel better?"

These days, Anyang's every move is presented in the camera he installed. When he was away, Anyang was still indifferent, but at least he didn't have to lose his temper loudly.

His thumb gently rubbed against An Yang's peaceful closed eyes, and he bent down, his lips lightly imprinted on them.

The touch of a dragonfly like water soaked every pore of his body into the morning dew, and the red on the tips of his ears spread like a fire.

"Lingshan, Lingshan......"

He couldn't help but bend his eyes and whisper the name in her ear, the unique name like a spell, which made him unconsciously obsessed with it.