After midnight

"Zi Ling."

"Well, what's wrong?" Su Ziling's face turned red.

"Su Zi Ling."

"Well, what do you want me to do? An Yan." Su Ziling looked at him strangely and stepped steadily onto the hanging ladder.

"It's okay."

"Ok!"

It should be fine, An Yan thought. Su Ziling's eyes still looked bright, and he didn't look drunk when he talked or walked. An Yan knew that Su Ziling hardly ever drank alcohol, and seeing that he drank so much mixed drinks tonight, An Yan was a little worried.

After getting down the ladder, Su Ziling walked out and An Yan followed him.

Why did Su Ziling finally force himself to drink a glass of wine? An Yan felt a little depressed. This might have a lot to do with him. But An Yan avoided it silently. After leaving Xishui International, the street outside was still bright and shining. However, there were few pedestrians on the street, and the windows were lined up in the middle of the street - that was the planned parking area.

"Zi Ling, let's go back quickly by sitting on the hanging window."

"Yeah, okay." Su Ziling followed An Yan and stepped onto the hanging window closest to them.

The window was flying, and Su Ziling stood straight. He stared blankly out the window without feeling An Yan's direct gaze at all. Su Ziling was still a little drunk, and An Yan finally saw it. He looked really strange when he was drunk, and An Yan kept looking at him.

The window stopped, Su Ziling came out and walked straight ahead, An Yan followed him nervously. Seeing the ginkgo tree in front of the house, Su Ziling, who should have continued to walk straight ahead, insisted on turning to another road. An Yan immediately became worried, because he should have written the address at the door of the house from the beginning.

"Zi Ling, what are you going to do?"

"Well...I need to find a place."

"Where?"

"Hmm? Make sure you make your point clear."

"Is there anything you can tell me?" An Yan concluded that Su Ziling must be a little dizzy, so he had to ask gently.

"Well... no, An Yan, you are the most cunning one." Su Ziling muttered, "Well, you took me to watch movies all day today just because you didn't want me to make my words clear."

To know whether Su Ziling was drunk or not, An Yan said, "I..."

"Well...don't talk. If you talk, I won't know what to say."

An Yan was stunned and stopped where he was. But when An Yan stopped talking, Su Ziling also stopped talking. After a while, when An Yan thought he had prepared, Su Ziling suddenly squatted down uncomfortably. He seemed to have a headache. An Yan blinked his eyes at this change, not knowing what to do.

But when he realized that Su Ziling had been squatting on the ground and started humming, An Yan immediately moved over.

An Yan squatted down and put his arms around his shoulders to try to help him up, but Su Ziling seemed to be in great pain. He stubbornly lowered his center of gravity and held his head with both hands.

"Zi Ling, Su Zi Ling!"

"Yeah! An Yan!" An Yan stopped trying to pick him up. He shouted a few words at the drunk in panic, never expecting that he would respond to him.

"I'm sorry." An Yan gently hugged his shoulders and apologized.

"I'm sorry." An Yan said again. Only he knew why he wanted to apologize.

After a while, Su Ziling seemed to have gotten over his headache. He calmed down and stopped struggling.

Seeing this, An Yan let him go. He patted his numb legs and smiled suddenly. He didn't even know how many times Su Ziling had said "um". It turned out that this guy was already drunk.

"Zi Ling, let's go home." An Yan said tentatively.

"Yeah!" Su Ziling stood up suddenly, looked down at An Yan who was still squatting on the ground, then turned around and walked towards home alone.

At one o'clock in the middle of the night, An Yan slowly got up in the night. He stopped smiling and felt even more depressed. At this time, Su Ziling, who had been walking away, seemed to have sensed something and turned around under the ginkgo tree. He tilted his head as if he was silently asking or loudly accusing. In the dim light, An Yan quickly walked over to him.

The next day, Su Ziling suddenly opened his eyes. He sat up stiffly and rubbed his neck.

Realizing what happened yesterday, Su Ziling quickly got up.

At 9:30 in the morning, An Yan was putting rice into boiling hot soup in the kitchen when Su Ziling walked in. He had dressed up completely, wearing a newly bought black sweater. He rolled up his sleeves, exposing his wrists.

"An Yan, was I drunk last night?" Su Ziling grabbed the exposed wrist of his right hand with his left hand and repeated the action of rolling up his sleeves.

"Yeah, how do you know."

"…I'm drunk."

"Tell me where you lost your memory?" An Yan teased him.

"I just remember riding on the Hanging Window with you back home. The Hanging Window kept flying and flying without landing. I have no recollection of what happened after that."

With a chuckle, An Yan laughed out loud, not forgetting to stir the rice soup.

"I really have no recollection of it at all. I didn't do anything strange."

"No, after I got down from the window, you squatted on the ground and refused to move. I looked back and saw you sleeping on the ground, so I dragged you back."

"real or fake?"

"fake."

"what?"

"You were kidding. You walked back by yourself."

"Oh." Su Ziling pursed his lips, and the conversation suddenly stopped strangely.

"I'm going to give Qiqi an answer today, you can come with me." An Yan sighed in his heart and put down the spoon.

"No, my master has something very important to discuss with me today." Unexpectedly, Su Ziling pursed his lips and shook his head.

"Today? Now?"

"Well, it's getting late. I'll go over now."

"Okay, then come back early in the evening."

Su Ziling nodded randomly and left quickly.

Su Ziling didn't even look at him. An Yan turned off the fire and stood quietly in the kitchen for a while. Then he suddenly picked up the pot, poured out the uncooked rice, and washed it clean. He walked out of the kitchen and knocked on Qiqi's door.

"Qiqi, are you busy?"

An Yan soon heard rustling sounds coming from inside the door, and the sound of cotton slippers rubbing on the ground getting closer and closer.

Qiqi opened the door and silently looked around An Yan.

"Su Ziling is out."

Qiqi nodded after hearing this and said, "You came to me because you have thought it over, right?"

Qiqi said this without any other intention, and she did not expect An Yan to reply now. After all, only one day had passed, and judging from the way they returned home last night, they must have been eating, drinking and having fun all day yesterday, wasting time. Yes, she said this to annoy An Yan, and she had completely realized that she had fallen into An Yan's trap.

"Yes." Then she heard An Yan say this.

Qiqi was stunned for a second, then stood up straight. "Then come in and talk."

In most cases, An Yan's face showed no emotion, and Qi Qi originally thought that she could handle it well. But now, facing the same expression, she couldn't help but feel nervous and uneasy. "What is the result of your consideration?"

An Yan avoided Qiqi's question and turned to look at the first drawer of Qiqi's bedside table. "Tell me first, what's in your drawer?"

Qiqi bit her lip and just as she was thinking of fooling around, she heard An Yan say in a cold voice, "It's medicine. Is there any other medicine besides sleeping pills?"

"How do you know when you moved my drawer?" Qiqi was shocked and then angry.

"I didn't." An Yan frowned quickly. Women are just unreasonable.

"I know this because Xiao Su saw the bottles and jars when she entered your room. She was worried about you and told me. But I guessed that there were sleeping pills in them because sometimes we couldn't wake you up at all. Do you always think that you wake up when we call you in the morning, but that's not the case."

"Also, Qiqi, I was just like you. At first, I couldn't fall asleep on my own at night."

The palpitations spread from the heart to the brain in an instant, and Qiqi was stunned.

"you……"

"As for the other medicine, if you don't tell me today, I'll take it to the hospital for testing. Have you heard of Dr. Wang in Xindu? He can definitely test it out, and the results will be out quickly."

"No need." Qiqi slumped down on the bed, her face suddenly turning very bad.

An Yan didn't say anything. He took two steps forward and leaned over to open the drawer. The drawer was pulled open little by little, revealing two almost identical medicine bottles. An Yan's thin fingers paused in the air for a second, and he picked up the black medicine bottle accurately.

"Don't bother with that, Anyan. I'm dying."

An Yan clenched the medicine bottle in his hand; the bottle was almost half empty.

"No matter how many medicines I take, it's useless. I hadn't made up my mind yet, but the deaths of Sanwu and Baer told me the ending in advance. They didn't die at the hands of Lin Xuanfeng, but at the hands of Song Yu. Guess why? Because they could no longer use their water abilities after being rescued. How ridiculous, they could have survived."

"An Yan, they could have survived! People like them who could have survived are going to die, let alone a body that is so broken that even medicine can't save it? I'm tired of dragging a body like this."

"An Yan, I'm tired. Every time I try to gather pure power, it hurts so much." Qi Qi looked at An Yan, her red eyes filled with hot tears, which flowed across her pale cheeks and fell into the quilt.

An Yan looked at her, gently put down the medicine bottle in his hand and walked towards her.

Seeing this, Qiqi quickly wiped away her tears and said stubbornly, "Don't come over here, don't hug me and don't sympathize with me."

Silly girl, An Yan sighed softly in his heart, and he understood what Qiqi wanted. He stopped looking at her, walked around the end of the bed and came to the window. He looked at the scenery outside, listened attentively to Qiqi's crying, which gradually turned into low sobs, and finally slowly calmed down.

Qiqi is a person with a strong will. She will not lose control even when she vents. However, An Yan turned around and leaned against the window. Qiqi is fundamentally different from herself. She can live the life she really wants at the end of her life.

"Is it okay to waste time like this?" An Yan looked at her straight in the eyes.

"What?" Qiqi wiped her face and turned sideways. An Yan's words were incoherent and she didn't understand what he meant.

"Since you care so much about Wu Si and want him to live, shouldn't you create some good memories for him? Do you just want him to suffer endlessly after you die? He doesn't know yet, doesn't know your physical condition, and doesn't know your wishful thinking."

"I……"

An Yan's last sentence was really sarcastic, and Qi Qi was speechless. Wu Si really didn't know anything, but she quickly realized that this was An Yan's disguised promise.

"You..." Qiqi asked in surprise.

"I promise you, as long as he stays in Xindu, I will let him live a stable life."

"Thank you! Anyan, thank you so much!" An unprecedented glow flashed on Qiqi's face.

"Qiqi, this won't work. I hope you can live a normal life." An Yan smiled and then shook his head.

"I?"

"Go to him, and do not be afraid."

"But Song Yu..."

"Song Yu has already determined that you have betrayed him. It is only a matter of time before he finds you. I don't know why, but I have a stronger feeling about this recently. And you, Qiqi, don't you have much time left? Don't you really have nothing else you want to do before they find you?"

"An Yan, I have, a lot." Qi Qi thought for a moment and nodded firmly.

"Then go ahead, don't be afraid, I'm here." An Yan said as he walked towards Qiqi and politely hugged her in his arms.

Qiqi closed her eyes silently. She understood that this restrained yet reassuring embrace was An Yan's blessing and farewell to her. After a while, An Yan let go of her hand, opened Qiqi's door, and walked out without looking back.