Chapter 998 Departure (25)

He tightened his lips and was about to pull up the quilt again and return to his own darkness.

But the woman held down his quilt again and put his right hand back into the quilt, extremely seriously.

"Don't suffocate yourself anymore. There is not much air under the quilt. What should I do if it gets stuffy?"

It's none of her business if she gets bored.

The man thought with a cold face.

However, the colder he looked, the less afraid she seemed of him.

She even seemed to bend her eyes and smile, leaned over with a faint smile, touched his head, and said softly: "Mr. He, you are so good."

That's weird, he's not good at all.

The man's expression was even colder.

Yun Si sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him tenderly and curling her lips.

She glanced at the time on the wall. After struggling for so long, it was almost nine o'clock and it was time for her to leave.

Yun Si waited there for a while.

When he turned away from her, she laughed and then stood up.

She thoughtfully dimmed the light beside the bed, picked up the bag next to her, and then came to the bedside.

"Mr. He, I'm leaving first. You can sleep peacefully."

"If anything happens, you can call me at any time and I will come over at any time."

She said softly and tucked him in the quilt.

The air conditioning temperature in the ward was raised a bit, fearing that he would be cold.

He Yan lay on the bed, closing his eyes and saying nothing.

Ignoring her indifferently.

Yun Si curled her lips slightly, then turned and left.

He gently closed the door to the ward and sent a text message to Jiang Wenxue.

Soon, her figure disappeared at the door of the ward without a trace.

The man who was left in the ward suddenly opened his eyes and almost subconsciously looked at the empty chair beside the hospital bed.

That was where she usually sat, and now the bag was no longer there.

He stared in silence for a while, then pulled the quilt vigorously and covered his head again.

after awhile,

He suddenly pulled down the quilt awkwardly. He punched the bed beneath him with his fist, as if venting his irritability and anger.

Only then did he truly return to his original gloomy and cold self, irritable and prone to throwing things.

He stared at the ceiling gloomily, saying nothing and not knowing what he was thinking.

late at night,

Lord Death held the scepter and stood quietly under a remote bus stop, flipping through the book of life and death, as if waiting for time.

There are no street lights near this remote bus stop, only the inside of the bus station is still lit, illuminating Lord Death's coquettish and cold black gauze skirt.

The blood pattern on the skirt is like a gorgeous rose flower, which sets off her slender ankles, making her slim and tall.

Wearing stiletto heels and a slim figure, she stood quietly under the lamp, her eyes looking into the distance indifferently, as if waiting for someone.

Soon, the belated last bus stopped at the bus stop.

There was only one driver left in the car, a young woman who had just gotten off work, and a man who was taking out a cigarette to smoke.

A man and a woman got out of the car, and the driver drove away on the last bus.

The woman walks in front and the man walks behind.

His malicious eyes lingered on the woman, and he quietly took out a knife from behind.

The God of Death stood by with indifferent eyes, witnessing the whole process.

Soon, the man grabbed the knife and stepped forward.

The woman didn't seem to be aware of it and was still walking to the side of the remote road.

The two people walked into the side path one after another.