The drunkard dared not say anything, and his eyes didn't dare to look at Qingyi. He was like a child who did something wrong, waiting for Qingyi's criticism.

Then at this moment he still has the strength to run, and he will definitely run away.

Because he really doesn't want him to see his ghostly appearance.

Finally, Qingyi withdrew her gaze, pulled over the chair beside her and sat down beside the bed. He looked at the insulation box on the bedside table and reached out to grab it.

After opening it, I took out the spoon from the inner layer of the lid of the box and stirred the porridge first, then scooped up half a spoon and sent it to the mouth of the drunkard.

The drunkard looked at the porridge delivered to his mouth and looked at Qingyi uneasyly. Seeing that Qingyi was also looking at him, but did not speak, he felt very nervous.

Open your mouth and eat the porridge beside you.

Qingyi still said nothing, just fed him spoon by spoon.

The drunkard didn't dare to ask questions, just looked at him and ate spoonful of them.

As I ate, tears fell uncontrollably.

The moment he saw him crying, Qingyi paused with a spoon.

He put the spoon down and reached out to wipe his tears.

"...Are you angry with me?" the drunkard asked him.

Qingyi shook her head slightly "..."

"Then why don't you talk?"

Qingyi opened her mouth but still didn't make a sound.

"...You must be angry with me. You never ignored me before."

Qingyi still shook her head, "No, you know I can't bear to leave."

In an instant, the drunkard's tears flowed even harder.

Yes, how could he be angry with a person with such a good temper and how could he ignore him?

"Don't cry." Qingyi hurriedly wiped his tears.

"Not afraid, it will be fine, it will be fine."

"...I'm sorry, I lied to you."

"It's okay, it's okay." Qingyi kept comforting him, but the more he comforted him, the more he became, the more he became more and more out of control.

During this period, all the helplessness and fear and despair were faced alone, and at this moment, they slowly burst out.

He was like a child who had been bullied outside and went home with grievances and found a support.

"It hurts very much, right?" Qingyi stroked his slightly uncomfortable face, feeling so distressed that his whole chest was stuffy and painful.

The drunkard shed tears and shook his head, "...It doesn't hurt, I'm just afraid..."

"Not afraid, I'm here."

"I'm afraid I won't see you in the future. I'm afraid you'll wait for me. I'm afraid you think I'm heartless and leave as soon as you say it, afraid you will hope for me..."

"No, I won't let you go. No matter where you go, I will definitely find you."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you..."

"I didn't take good care of you, I couldn't find you, and I found out that you were sick, and I thought you really missed home."

When Qingyi thought of the drunkard being tortured by illness in the hospital alone during this period, and there was no one to take care of him, Qingyi wanted to slap himself twice.

The Second People's Hospital is not far from Wuyuan or from the company.

But he didn't even notice it.

When Qingyi thought about what the doctor said just now that he was going to give up treatment, and when he suddenly left quietly one day, he didn't know and was waiting so stupidly, he felt a little scared.

"I don't even have home, where can I go..."

The drunkard's words made Qingyi unable to hold back any longer, and tears fell out of her eyes.
Chapter completed!