When Luo Yiyi woke up, he faintly saw a figure half-leaning in front of the table, and the sunset behind him blurred the outline of the person, but it showed a warm smell more and more.

Tan Tian closed his eyes and leaned against the corner of the table next to Luo Yiyi's bed with one hand.

Luo Yiyi stared in a daze, until Tan Tian's side face became clearer and clearer in her eyes.

Then she turned her face away and closed her eyes, trying to clear the warmth of that moment.

Tan Tian's even breathing sound came shallowly, Luo Yiyi finally couldn't bear it anymore, frowned slightly and barely sat up, only to find that the clothes on her body had been taken off by someone at some point, and she was naked with only a blanket. Unconsciously he was angry in his heart, and his eyes also took a step towards the man opposite.

Tan Tian had never slept deeply, and he could even keenly sense a murderous aura coming towards him, so he couldn't help frowning slightly.

Then a loud bang completely drove away Tan Tian's fatigue, and he looked up vigilantly, only to find that there was no longer a single leaf of frost on the bed.

A sign hanging from the bathroom door on the left side was being shaken.

By the time Luo Yiyi came out of the bathroom in full dress, Tan Tian had already left. And there is already a bulging thermos cup on the table, and the mouth of the cup is half covered, and there is a faint aroma of chicken soup overflowing.

Luo Yiyi didn't feel her index finger move, she bit her lip and swallowed her saliva, and finally walked over and took off the lid of the thermos glass.

is a very familiar taste, and it brings out a shallow memory:

Two months ago, Lao Cheng Ji.

Luo Yiyi, who had just finished ordering, suddenly received a call from Tan Tian, and he asked, "Where is it?" ”

"Old Cheng Ji."

"Huh?"

"Old Cheng Ji."

“…… I'm coming to you, and the manuscript may be—"

Smack, Luo Yiyi hung up the phone, then opened the back cover of the phone and pulled out the battery.

When Tan Tian arrived, Luo Yiyi had just finished drinking the last bite of chicken soup.

She glanced at Tan Tian, turned her head and pointed at Tan Tian and said to the waiter: "Check out, he pays." ”

The waiter walked towards Tan Tian with a smile: "Hello, a small portion of chicken soup, 10 yuan." ”

Luo Yiyi had already gotten up, looking like she was not doing anything, and walked out of Lao Chengji with a swagger.

Lao Chengji's chicken soup is thick but not greasy.

But after Luo Yiyi swallowed most of the half cup of chicken soup in the thermos cup, he only gave a two-word evaluation: "Bitter." However, this warm touch made her originally dry and sore throat very useful.

The medicine was deliberately placed in the most prominent place on the table, which was a delicate glass dish.

Luo Yiyi frowned and glanced at it, finally reached out to take it, rubbed the wavy pattern on the eaves of the plate, then raised his head and poured the colorful pills into his mouth, and swallowed the remaining 'bitter' chicken soup in the cup.

"It's really bitter."

The night of this city came very late, and Tan Tian walked in the afterglow of the sunset, reflecting the loneliness of a dark shadow.

His expression was very solemn, his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about something complicated, and his pace became more and more slow.

Yiye Shuang's apartment was not too far from Tianyu Building, but on this day, Tan Tian had been gone for a long time.

"The girl was caught between love and family, and the pressure led to extreme depression, and finally she chose to commit suicide, and after her death, she turned into a black mandala to take revenge on an unfair fate." So says a leaf of frost.

The black mandala that appeared in the doorway glowed with a stubborn dark light.

Mannie's smile, which grew clearer in her mind, overlapped with a frosty expressionless face, and finally blurred.

Tan Tian felt that his head was swollen as if it was about to crack.