Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Ge?

This sounds like a man's name, and the title is so intimate, this person must be very important to him.

Is it possible...

What happened to him in the past?

He is addicted to alcohol all day long, does it have anything to do with this man named Zhe?

Tsing Yi felt a mess in her heart and couldn't tell how she felt.

But uncomfortable is real.

When Tsingyi was thinking about it, the alcoholic in a coma suddenly convulsed.

Opened my eyes and woke up.

Tsing Yi was taken aback, and immediately said with joy: "Xiaohan."

"How do you feel when you wake up? Does the heart still hurt?"

"..."

"... Xiaohan?"

Seeing the drunkard was the same as before, his eyes widened, staring at the top motionless, his eyes were hollow and he looked lost, the smile on Tsing Yi's face slowly disappeared, and his heart lifted up again.

"Xiaohan?"

"Can you hear me?"

"Xiaohan?"

"You, don't scare me, what's wrong with you?" He touched the drunkard's forehead, then touched his face, the drunkard still did not respond.

"Say something, Xiaohan?"

When Tsing Yi was about to get up to press the emergency bell on the bedside, the still drunkard blinked his eyes.

"Xiaohan?"

"..."

"Xiaohan?"

The drunkard turned his eyes slightly, and his empty eyes gradually recovered his clarity.

But he still did not answer Tsing Yi.

"Can you hear me?"

With his hands empty, Tsing Yi looked down subconsciously, but saw the drunkard withdraw his hand from his.

Tsing Yi was stunned for a moment, and then looked over, only to see the drunkard slowly curling up his thin body.

Then he hugged his head, grabbed his short hair with both hands, the whole person curled up into a ball and shrank into the quilt, his forehead was about to touch his knees, and his body began to tremble.

"What's the matter? Does it hurt?" Tsing Yi reached out and touched the face of the drunkard, but felt the warmth in one hand, and suddenly panicked, standing up and going to the doctor.

But I heard a sound of sobbing.

Tsing Yi paused and turned to look at the alcoholic who was shaking more and more on the hospital bed.

Frozenly raised his hand and looked at the palm of his hand, he realized later that it was not cold sweat, but tears.

"...Xiaohan."

Tsing Yi shouted to him, his voice full of panic.

He reached out and touched the drunkard's head, wondering what to do for a while.

Except for the last time he found him who was hiding in the hospital alone to carry the disease, he shed a tear because of guilt, he has never seen him cry.

He had thought about the various possible bad situations after the alcoholic woke up, and he might even vomit blood like the previous one, so painful that he was about to die, but he didn't expect him to cry.

Tsing Yi slowly returned to her senses after listening to the drunkard's increasingly uncontrollable cry.

"Xiaohan." He sat down on the bed again, bent down to get close to him, and gently hugged his trembling body with his chin against his head.

"What's wrong, is there pain in your body?"

"Don't be afraid, brother is here."

"What's the matter? Tell my brother." He coaxed him with a very soft voice like a kid, fearing that his tone would become heavier, making him feel wronged.

I don't know if it was because of Tsing Yi's words of comfort, instead of being comforted, the alcoholic cried more and more fiercely.

"Don't scare me, what the **** is going on." Tsing Yi clenched her heart together, too scared.

Alcoholic people just cry if they don't speak. The more they cry, the more fierce they are, as if they are about to cry.