He wanted to ask: Did Qingyi abuse you?

"I understand." The drunkard responded and quickly closed the door.

The moment he closed the door, he breathed a long sigh, and his highly tense nerves relaxed, and then he felt tired after relaxing.

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

The room was in extreme silence, so quiet that even his breath could be clearly felt. This tranquility made people dislike it from the bottom of their hearts because it made him feel that he was abandoned by the whole world.

Confusion, fear, emptiness, loneliness, and all kinds of negative emotions penetrated into his heart, magnifying and helplessness in his heart infinitely spreading to his entire chest, making him almost unable to breathe.

He raised the back of the head that was close to the door, and then smashed his head hard towards the door.

A dull sound of "dong" made people's hearts jump as they listened.

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

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

He suddenly missed Qingyi very much, really, really, never thought so, never wanted to see him so urgently, he was almost like an unreasonable child.

He took out his cell phone from his pocket eagerly, unlocked it, clicked on the address book, quickly found Qingyi's number, and then dialed it without thinking.

Somehow, although the phone call that can be answered only twice is only available, but the other party has not answered for a long time now.

It was obviously a normal waiting time for the alcoholic, but for such a long time, the endless darkness in the room made him crazy and scared, and even became a little irritable.

"drunkard?"

Until Qingyi's gentle and nice voice came from his phone, he seemed to be comforted and calmed down immediately.

The drunkard leaned against the door, holding a cell phone in one hand and the bag of medicine in the other. The moment he heard the sound of Qingyi, he smiled.

It's like a child who is confused and finally found his home.

Tears also surged up.

"A alcoholic? Are you listening?" Qingyi, who had not received a response from the alcoholic, raised her voice and called him again.

"Yeah." The drunkard responded from his throat, and then he realized that his throat was astringent and blocked, as if he was choked by something.

"What's wrong with calling me? I'm driving, so I answered the phone a little late." Qingyi explained.

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

"Well... I'll probably have another twenty minutes. I'm on the way. What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

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

"..." Qingyi was stunned, a little surprised.

The drunkard rarely calls him on his own initiative, and when nothing happens, he just asks him when he will come back.

Never before.
Chapter completed!