When Cheng Yanzhi went downstairs, he saw Xia Yunsheng had already changed his clothes and was about to leave.
He rushed down in a hurry, "Are you going out?"
"I have some things to do."
"What about me?"
"Who cares about you?" Xia Yunsheng was putting on his shoes.
Cheng Yanzhi looked at her with her cold face, remembering how she had left for two years last time. He wondered if she was so averse to him now and just wanting to avoid him again. "When will you come back?"
"I don't know." Xia Yunsheng glanced at him," You go rest! Aren't you feeling very uncomfortable?"
He stepped forward, "You're not allowed to leave."
"You're really funny!" Xia Yunsheng said: "You won't leave, and you won't let me leave?"
Was he always so capricious?
"Do you hate me that much?" Cheng Yanzhi felt as if his heart had been brutally stabbed.
He was sick, and she still wanted to leave him alone here.
"..." Because of his cold, his voice was hoarse, which sounded very pitiful.
