“Young master has just woken up and needs to rest. Everyone should leave first and let young master be quiet for a while.”
”...”
The few of them left, leaving Si Moyan alone in the room.
He turned his head to look out of the window. It was already dark..
His hands were tightly clenched into fists, and he felt an intense suffocation in his chest. A hint of injury and vulnerability flashed across his strong, rock-like eyes..
..
After long Xiluo returned home, she looked at the empty room. Her heart was also very empty. She subconsciously walked to the bedroom that Si Moyan used to live in. Looking at those familiar things, her chest felt even more uncomfortable.
She walked to the bedside and sat down. His breath was still everywhere. She reached out to pick up the cartoon cup on the table. It was used by SI Moyan. She put it to her lips and gently kissed it.
