What should I do if I get stalked by my ex-boyfriend?

The warmth splashed on the palm of his hand, Qi Zhi didn't want others to notice, enduring the pain, straightened up, and calmly took out a handkerchief to wipe it off.

With his back to Shang Xian, he tried his best to keep his movements to a minimum, so it didn't arouse any suspicion.

Shang Xian only saw that the person in front of him bent over and coughed softly, but he straightened up quickly. Although his body was shaking slightly, he seemed to be fine.

He suppressed the worry in his heart, and said coldly: "Qi Zhi, what do you want to do when you come back this time?"

It's a nonchalant question.

In the past, he talked happily with wine and was regarded as a close friend. Now, Shang Xian is still willing to talk to him, which is not bad.

Qi Zhi smiled wryly when he heard the words, and wanted to answer, but lost his strength.

The suffocating dizziness caused by hypoglycemia has not improved at all. Even if he bites his lower lip to bleed, the pain is just drinking poison to quench his thirst, and it cannot keep him awake at all.

At least...you can't faint here.

The bloody smell rose again in his throat, Qi Zhi swallowed hard, finally gathered up some energy, and said in a low voice: "I'm the one who disturbed Dr. Shang, I'm sorry, I'm leaving now."

He couldn't even pretend to be smiling, and the only belief in his heart was to tell himself that he must not faint here.

So he had no choice but to walk hastily. In order to prevent Shang Xian from seeing his flaws, the man had to pay more attention to maintain the stability of his steps.

It wasn't until he felt that he had gone out of the opponent's sight that Qi Zhi finally couldn't hold on to the pillar beside him, slipped weakly and fell to the ground, and poked his fingertips hard into his upper abdomen.

There seemed to be a hard stone rampaging inside, and the convulsions were so severe that he couldn't hold it down. The man retched repressedly, but he couldn't vomit anything, and instead made his throat rub so painfully.

It wasn't until a mouthful of blood dripped from his lips to the ground without any scruples that the pain in his stomach got better.

Qi Zhi wiped away the blood from his lips, looked at the dry redness of his palm, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes: How long can he live?

In the last few days left, let him stay by Ah Yan's side and remove all obstacles for him.

This is his last wish.

Thinking of the distressed look in Su Yanmao'er's eyes three years ago, Qi Zhi held his heart with his other hand, and a smile slowly formed at the corner of his mouth.

As long as I think of a man, even the pain seems to be relieved a lot.

The man frowned, took out a tissue to clean up the traces on the ground, stood up unsteadily, but suddenly realized that someone was looking at him.

Even if he is unwell, his keen senses have not degraded, let alone having experienced the baptism of war, he has become more acute.

Qi Zhi turned around, stunned on the spot.

I saw that Su Yan, who had already left, was looking at him with an unhappy face at this moment, his eyes were deep, and he could not see happiness or anger, but the tightly clenched fists placed by his side clearly showed that he was not in a good mood. wonderful.

"Ah Yan..."

Qi Zhi opened his mouth softly, remembering the promise he had just made that "it's okay", felt a little guilty for no reason, and subconsciously threw the bloody tissue into the trash can not far away.

At this moment, the man is extremely thankful that his accuracy in throwing garbage in is astonishing.

After the evidence disappeared, Qi Zhi felt a little more confident, and said in a low voice with some grievances: "Ah Yan...you didn't wait for me just now."

Su Yan ignored him, and strode forward, his eyes fell on a part of the sleeve that was obviously much darker than other places, and he smelled a familiar smell at the tip of his nose.

His pupils trembled: "You vomited blood?!"