"Young master," the nurse in charge of taking care of Sang Ji trembled, and the hand holding the telephone receiver trembled, "Miss...... Shut himself up again. ”

Listening to her words, Xu Jiamu quickly sank his face, and his voice was so cold that it seemed to be able to freeze the person talking to him through electricity, "Didn't I say that you can't leave her alone in the room?" ”

"It's... It was the young lady who said she wanted to drink water and told me to come out and pour water, so I ......"

Before the nurse finished speaking, Xu Jiamu hung up the phone, threw all the projects at hand to Jiang Wei, and drove home.

In order to better protect Sang Ji, Xu Jiamu's work is basically done by her side.

If it weren't for the tricky trouble to deal with this time, he would never have left her.

He couldn't rest assured, he was afraid that Sang Ji would have an accident if he was not in his sight, and he would get lost and hide.

Fortunately, the place to talk is not far away, just a few kilometers from the high-end hotel near home.

Soon, Xu Jiamu returned.

He parked the car at the door of the villa, and before he could pull out the car keys, he opened the car door and rushed upstairs.

As the nurse said, the door to Sanki's room was closed.

Xu Jiamu suppressed the anxiety in her heart, walked to her door and raised her hand to knock on the door gently, "Sang Ji? ”

I waited for a few minutes but didn't hear a response from inside.

Xu Jiamu panicked, reached out and held the doorknob, the door that he thought would have to pick the lock to open, was opened by him with a twist.

Xu Jiamu was stunned for a moment, and raised her eyes to look into the room.

It was only evening, and the sun had just begun to set, but it was pitch black in the room.

Heavy blackout curtains fell from several windows, except for the most marginal window.

Kuangki sat motionless on the window frame, his legs out of the window, his hands on the windowsill, and his eyes glazed over at the sunset in the west.

The scattered curtains swayed beside her with the wind, and Xu Jiamu was terrified to see it.

He was afraid that if the wind blowing in was stronger, it would increase the swaying amplitude of the curtains, and he was afraid that it would hit Sang Ji's delicate body and knock her down the stairs.

Xu heard the sound, and Sang Ji moved.

She turned her head slowly, her godless eyes fell on Xu Jiamu's panicked face, paused for a few seconds, and said, "You're back......"

Sanki spoke in a small voice, and his tone seemed a little tired, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

You're finally back.

Xu Jiamu's heart suddenly throbbed.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he nodded and opened his arms towards her, "Come down, okay?" ”

Sang Ji was stunned for a few seconds before reacting, blinking and shaking his head.

Xu Jiamu's eyebrows frowned slightly, her eyes were full of worry, and her tone was extremely soft: "Why don't you want to come down?" ”

Sanji didn't answer.

She withdrew her gaze, turned her head to continue to look out the window, and raised her hand to point to the clouds in the sky that were dyed red by the setting sun, "It's beautiful." ”

Just at this time, the curtains were blown open by the wind and fluttered in the room, revealing a large scene outside the window.

Xu Jiamu glanced at the clouds with the girl's sickly white fingers, and then looked back at her.

The girl wore a lace little white dress, and her long black silky hair was scattered on her arms and back, and the light from the west shone obliquely on her, as beautiful as a painting.

Suddenly, he said for no apparent reason: "Shall we draw it?" ”

"Painting?" Sanki seemed to be amused, and his calm face raised a little color.

That night, Xu Jiamu invited a painter and bought a drawing board and various painting tools.

On top of the easel, each person sits on a large tablet, and the screen displays a temporary photo taken by Xu Jiamu.

Sang Ji is stained with gouache and paints clouds, and Xu Jiamu paints Sang Ji.