Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

He wanted to ask: Did Tsing Yi abuse you?

"Got it." The drunkard answered and quickly closed the door.

The moment he closed the door, he let out a sigh, and his highly tense nerves slackened. After slackening, he was full of fatigue.

He leaned his entire back against the door, raised his head slightly, and looked at the dimly lit room. His brain slowly stopped functioning, and he stood quietly.

The room was plunged into extreme silence, so quiet that even his own breathing could be clearly felt. This quietness made people dislike it, because it would make him feel abandoned by the world.

Confusion, fear, emptiness, loneliness, all kinds of negative emotions drilled straight into his heart, spreading his inner despair and helplessness to the entire chest cavity infinitely, pressing him almost to breathe.

He lifted the back of his head against the door, and then slammed his back against the door.

There was a muffled sound, making people listen to the heart beating.

A burst of pain spread to the back of his brain, accompanied by bursts of intense dizziness, as if he had a concussion, and felt his brain and soul peeled off.

He didn't know what he was doing, he only knew that his heart was piled up with despair and was about to explode, making him want to take a knife and cut his chest open and dig out his heart so that he could even take the despair away from his heart.

He suddenly missed Tsing Yi, and really missed it, never before, never wanted to see him so eagerly, he was almost like an unreasonable kid.

Anxiously, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, unlocked it, clicked on the address book, quickly found Tsing Yi’s number, and then dialed it without thinking.

I don't know what's going on, but the phone that can be connected by ringing at most two times, but the other party hasn't answered it for a while.

Obviously it is a normal waiting time, but for the alcoholic, the endless darkness in the room made him mad and scared for a long time, even a little irritable.

"drunkard?"

Until Tsing Yi's gentle and pleasant voice came from the phone, for an instant, he seemed to be comforted and suddenly calmed down.

The drunkard was leaning against the door, holding a mobile phone in one hand, and the bag of medicine in the other. The moment he heard the voice of Tsing Yi, he smiled.

It's like a kid who lost his way and finally found home.

Tears also followed.

"Drunkard? Are you listening?" Tsing Yi, who had not received a response from the drunkard, raised his voice and called him again.

"Yeah." The drunkard answered from his throat, only to find that his throat was astringent and blocked, as if he was choked by something.

"What's the matter when you call me? I'm driving, so the call is a bit late." Tsing Yi explained.

The drunkard took the phone away from him and took a few deep breaths. Finally, he felt that his throat was not so uncomfortable. Then he took the phone back to his ear and said, "No, I just want to ask when you will be back?"

"Um... maybe another twenty minutes. I'm on the road, what's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

"No, just ask, be careful on the way."

"..." Tsing Yi was stunned, somewhat surprised.

Alcoholic seldom took the initiative to call him, and even when nothing happened, they just asked him when he would be back.

Never before.

Even the drunkard's temperament has changed a lot recently, and he would not call him when nothing happened.