Lin Ciye was cooking, and everything Shen Qingbai liked to eat. Thinking about his young wife's happy look, Lin Ciye's cooking speed increased a little.

But the secret guards he sent to protect Shen Qingbai came out. Lin Ciye was a little nervous when he saw this secret guard, but what he said next made Lin Ci'a even more nervous.

"Master, little master, he fainted."

Lin Ciye hurriedly opened the door and looked for someone. He found that the person was not in the yard. When he opened the door, he saw Shen Qingbai lying alone in the snow. Lin Ciye hurriedly ran over, and the snow in the sky began to grow heavier, and the snow fell on Shen Qingbai's clothes, making him look lifeless.

Lin Ciye held the person in his arms and felt that he was cold and cold, like a dead person without body temperature. Lin Ciye did not believe it or understand what was happening now.

"Wife, what's wrong with you? Shen Qingbai! Wake up to me! Don't make trouble, okay? I will never lock you in the house again, don't be tantrums, okay?"

Lin Ciye felt palpitations, his eyes were sore and he began to cry. Tears dripped on Shen Qingbai's face and slowly slid into his clothes.

Suddenly, Lin Ciye was stunned, his face was full of confusion, he didn't understand what was going on, and his hand holding someone loosened.

He looked down at the person in his arms and gently placed the person on the snow. He didn't know why he had to make light moves, but he still subconsciously did this.

Lin Ciye stood up and waved to Yingyi, opening his mouth but didn't know what to say. What was he going to do?

The snow in the sky was getting heavier and heavier. Lin Ciye stood in the snow for a while and then he stuck a lot of white snow on his body. He reached out to pat off the snow on his body.

Finally, I turned my head and looked at the person on the ground. There was a lot of snow stuck to the man's body, as if he was about to merge with the snow and gradually disappeared into this white sky.

Lin Ciye resisted the urge to bend down and pick up the person up, and walked into the house. He didn't understand why he inexplicably wanted to hug a dead person? What can a dead person have to hug?

But why do he want to cry when he thinks of that dead person? Is that really a dead person? Maybe he just fell asleep? No, he is a dead person. He has lost his pulse, how could he still be alive? Then how did he die? Why was he in his arms before he died?

Lin Ciye was very confused and walked faster and faster. He was about to enter the house, but Ying Yi stood there and didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, a sound came from the yard.

"Ying Yizhuang, that man was buried in any place."

"yes!"

Although Yingyi didn't understand that the prince had loved this little master the most in the past, he was now dead for no reason. The prince did not ask them to check what happened, and even said that he had just found a place to bury him.

But these things have nothing to do with him. He is just a little secret guard, just do his part according to the master's instructions.

The shadow carried the person under the eaves at the gate, and could barely cover up a little snow so that it would not cause people to bury them in the snow.

As soon as Ying entered the yard, she found a shovel and walked out to the woods, intending to dig a hole under the tree to bury the little master here.

After digging a hole, I also made a mark on the tree to prevent the master from finding his place when he was about to worship him next time.

Seeing that the pit was dug, Yingyi quickly returned to the yard, afraid that the pit would be buried by snow if it was a step further.

But when Ying returned to the yard, she could not find the body. After searching for a while, she found that she was taken back to the house by her master.

Yingyi walked in and reported.

"The master has dug the pit, will he bury it now?"

"...No, I have my own plans. You don't have to worry about this matter anymore. You can go out first."

Lin Ciye stood up from the bed and ordered.

"yes!"

Yingyi stepped down, and only one person and one corpse were left in the room.

When Lin Ciye entered the house and changed into a dry dress, he felt a little uncomfortable. Who was that person? Why are there so many clothes in this room that he couldn't wear?

He took this dress in the cabinet for a long time before finding it. There are many other styles of clothes, but he can't wear any of them, and they are all too small.

He walked around the house for a while before opening the door and leaving, trying to see where the shadow buried the man. After all, the dead are the most important, and Lin Ciye comforted himself in this way.

But when he saw that the man was placed randomly on the ground, he became inexplicably angry. Ying Yi dared to throw him on the ground casually. Did he start bullying people after seeing people die?

Lin Ciye quickly stepped forward and hugged the person from the ground, and reached out to wipe his face. The person had become dirty. He took the person back to the house by chance and even carried it to the bed.

He changed the man into a clean dress and wiped his face with hot water. He felt better. Seeing the man's clean appearance, he always felt that this was the right thing. What was going on when he was thrown on the ground dirty?

It was not until now that he was alert to why his clothes were so familiar? Why could anyone wear them all? Why did he care about this dead person? Could this be the home of this person?

Since he lived here with his own residence, and not to mention that he is still dead now, he should not bury it casually in order to repay him. He should find a good place to bury it.

But he subconsciously ignored why he, a prince, lived in this small dilapidated yard, and he also ignored many unreasonable details because he was trying hard to find reasons. He wanted to be nice to this person, but he didn't know why he wanted to be nice to him.

Finally, after thinking about it, Lin Ciye decided to bury the person at the entrance of the yard and find the way home the other day...

Lin Ciye no longer wants to think about why he is always thinking about this dead person.

He plans to bury the person tomorrow.

At this moment, looking at the person lying quietly on the bed, Lin Ciye stepped forward and touched his lips. It was so cool, but it seemed like this was not the case before.

Lin Ciye covered the man with a quilt, but his body was still cold. Lin Ciye began to worry in his heart whether this person would be frozen below and cry.

He shook his head and said, whether this person was frozen or not, he was worried about his business. Lin Ciye opened the door and went out.

In the middle of the night, Lin Ciye walked in again, his face was cold and he walked straight to the cabinet, rummaged through the cabinet for a while, took out another quilt, and covered the people on the bed.

Then he started talking to himself.

"I am a person who knows how to be grateful, but I am not like someone who has no conscience... I'm really dead. I haven't woken up for so long..."

Lin Ciye didn't know what to say, but he didn't leave. He just sat next to this person and sat quietly all night.

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Chapter completed!