Rebirth is evenly matched

Cen Xuan almost rushed to the guest room.

The door was unlocked, and the handle was turned off. The light inside was very dark and pitch black.

Cen Xuan fainted for a moment, and smelled a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine at the end of his nose, which was not pleasant.

That man was in poor health and often went to the hospital. Even when he was raised at home, he would always drink some traditional Chinese medicine, which made the house smell very strong.

Cen Xuan remembered that he complained a few times, and yelled fiercely once when the two were quarreling, and then...it seems that he never saw that person drink medicine again.

He paused at the door, and soon heard Qin Yin's hoarse voice.

"what happened?"

Familiar as if a world away.

Cen Xuan was so shocked that he even suffocated his breath.

He didn't speak, his eyes gradually adapted to the dark environment, Qin Yin could be vaguely seen sitting up on one side, folded his body and fumbled to turn on the bedside lamp.

Under the dim light, the simple layout of the room is reflected.

Although the guest room in this house is luxurious enough, compared with the master bedroom, the comfort must be much worse. Qin Yin is not in good health, so I'm afraid he is not used to sleeping.

This was a subconscious thought of Cen Xuan.

Then what is the meaning of this fake death he played to coax him back?

Wearing pure black silk home clothes, Qin Yin slowly lifted the quilt, supported the edge of the bed, and got down.

His face was a little pale, his lips were bloodless, his beautiful brows were tightly furrowed, and when he got down to the ground, his figure swayed involuntarily.

Cen Xuan blinked, feeling that he hadn't looked at this man for a long time.

He suffers from dizziness, probably due to hypoglycemia, especially when he wakes up. In the past, when he got up early, Cen Xuan liked to sleep in, so he always dragged him in a daze and refused to let him get up.

I had to stare at him with my eyes wide open, make sure that he was not uncomfortable and would not fall, and then went back to sleep.

When the love is strong, there are naturally endless sweet memories, but now that Cen Xuan thinks about it, he really can't tell the authenticity of those memories.

At that time, was it because of the status of the other party that I got closer, or was it simply because of this person.

In a blink of an eye, Qin Yin had already walked in front of Cen Xuan.

He was half a head taller than Cen Xuan, frowning and lowering his eyes, he pulled Cen Xuan's arm and opened his sleeves.

After confirming that the rash had subsided, he let go, tilted his head and coughed.

Regarding the feigned death, Cen Xuan originally wanted to lose his temper. It can be seen that this person's thin shoulder blades propped up an arc through the thin home clothes, so he couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted.

Thinking of the scorching temperature that stopped on his arm just now, he hesitated a little: "Fever again?"

Qin Yin's cough was a bit severe, and his voice was obviously hoarse, which was not quite right at first glance.

"I'm fine, I just have a cold."

The man raised his hand and pushed him out, "The smell of medicine is strong here, let's go downstairs first!"

"Oh."

Cen Xuan turned his head and walked out, but just as he took a step, he scanned the desk calendar at the door.

hiss……

He froze in place.

This is... three years ago.

It was three years ago!

How could it be three years ago?Is this desk calendar broken?

He rushed over and turned from head to tail in a panic, and he was sure it was three years ago.

He turned his head to look at Qin Yin almost in disbelief, then turned around and ran downstairs.

How could it be... three years ago... how could it be three years ago?The chandelier he saw when he woke up, and the news of his death... Isn't it a suspended animation?