Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

Crying silently, tears falling silently, Zou Zhiyi's face was pale and bloodless, and he sat on the bed in a daze, making one suspect that the person sitting there was not a human being at all, but a newly unearthed zombie.

Time seems to be meaningless to her at this moment. I don't know how long it has passed. Yanzhou knocked on the door and came in. Seeing him sitting on the bed in a daze, he raised his eyebrows silently, "Are you up?"

Zou Zhiyi's reaction was very slow, turning his head slowly, Yan Zhou felt as if he heard the creaking sound of parts similar to the operation of an old machine.

Folding his eyebrows, he went over and touched her forehead. His body temperature was normal, even a little low. He asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

Zou Zhiyi looked straight at his face, but his eyes were unfocused and dull, like two ancient wells withered and silent.

Her pale thin lips moved slightly, her voice was almost hoarse, and she said like a dream, "Zou Shu didn't commit suicide."

His voice was hoarse.

Yan Zhou's face froze, and he met her bloodshot eyes, "What did you say?"

"Zou Shu probably didn't commit suicide. Before he died, he left me a hint code on the table... He couldn't have committed suicide. That string of codes was the distress message he left behind. He was asking me for help. help..."

The emotional ups and downs were too intense, and Zou Zhiyi's word order was chaotic, emphasizing the password over and over again, and nervously grasping Yan Zhou's hand, his nails dug deep into Yan Zhou's flesh, but he still didn't know it.

"What password?"

Zou Zhiyi's expression was obviously not right, muttering the so-called password, grabbing Yanzhou's hand for a while, and then suddenly grabbed his hair for a while, his mental state was very dangerous, and he seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

He kept talking to himself, his voice was so suppressed that it sounded indistinct at first, Yan Zhou only caught one sentence, "If I had been more patient back then, maybe he wouldn't have died."

In the dimly lit room, there is a strange and curse-like sound that repeats continuously, and the heater is so hot that it is stuffy. In such an environment, even if a person is not crazy, he has to go to the edge of his horns.

Yan Zhou's face became tense, and his whole body seemed a little indifferent, but his hands were warm, and the temperature on his body was hotter than the heater. He stretched out his hand to forcefully grab her shoulders, forcing her to face him , the tone was very slow: "Calm down, what's the matter, speak slowly, don't worry."

They were also pitch-black eyes, but there seemed to be a strange power in Yanzhou's eyes. The moment he looked at him, all emotions calmed down.

The sun shines in through the gaps in the curtains, and there are many fine dust floating in the light beams, and the clear and sweet birdsong is heard from a distance, Zou Zhiyi heard Yanzhou's voice say to her in a deep and steady voice: "What's the matter?" Speak slowly, if I am here, I will accompany you to solve the problem together."

Eye contact, Yan Zhou's pair of standard red phoenix eyes calmly fell on her body, raised upwards, with thin eyelids, they looked particularly good-looking.

His eyes were as black as ink, and there was light reflected in his black eyes, like the mysterious starry sky that she and Candice saw on the snow-capped mountains a long time ago.

Yanzhou's eyes reminded her of that time when they saw a beautiful shooting star on the snow mountain.

It is a meteor shower that is rare to encounter once in decades, and it is said that everyone who encounters it will be happy.