Xu Jiamu gurgled and returned the cup back to Yang Sisi, while stumbling out of the bathroom.
When she caught up with him, he was already lying on the bed. She held up the blanket, but just as she was going to tuck him in, she heard him murmuring, "Sisi… Where can I find another you?
"Sisi.. Don't go, stay..
"Sisi... You promised to stay with me, don't leave me...
"Sisi...Sisi..."
Yang Sisi tightened her grip on the blanket.
Even though he was calling her name, Sisi, why did it seem as though it wasn’t her he was calling?
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The next day, Xu Jiamu woke up with a splitting headache.
He was still dressed in the same set of clothes from the day before, but now it was crumpled and reeked of alcohol and cigarettes.
He frowned, entering the bathroom to take a shower. When he came down to find food, he saw Yang Sisi setting out the plates in the dinning area.
