His hoarse voice carried a hint of grievance.
It’s so bitter, so bitter.
This bowl of black Soup dicine, just by slling it, it’s already so bitter, he almost doesn’t dare to drink it.
Dong Huiying raised an eyebrow, bit down on a piece of chicken leg, and then said gleefully, "You can’t bla for this, it’s your own fault for getting sick." Let’s see if he dares to be Reckless Ghost again.
Shu Yu: "..."
It’s really frustrating!!
He had never drunk such bitter Soup dicine before, Sickly Beauty really fears bitterness!
Dong Huiying looked like she didn’t care whether he lived or died. He pursed his lips, then picked up the bowl, his lips barely touched the rim before he quickly drew back.
Too bitter.
Really too bitter!
He frowned deeply from the bitterness.
"Ha—!"
The heartless wife was imnsely amused, his face swelled with frustration, thinking to himself, whether he sticks his head out or retracts it, either way, it’s an axe—might as well die and be relieved quickly!
Then, he raised his neck and gulped down the Soup dicine.
"Ugh—!"
He almost vomited because of the bitterness.
Seeing his tears almost co out from the bitterness, Dong Huiying realized that it was enough, and the punishnt would end here for now.
"Here," she wiped off the chicken grease from her hands, then took out a handful of candied fruit from her pocket.
Sickly Beauty glanced disgustedly at her greasy hands, not wanting to take anything, but the bitterness was too unbearable. For soone with a strong cleanliness obsession, swallowing candied fruit touched by oily hands was worse than death.
Dong Huiying shrugged, placed the candied fruit on the table, then left with a chicken leg, not caring about him anymore.
Shu Yu: "..."
The feeling inside, really was quite Yin Yu!!
Dong Huiying circled outside, finished the chicken leg. When she returned, she noticed so candied fruit was missing from the table, while the Reckless Ghost Shu Yu was sitting expressionlessly in his original spot, eating rice, eating at.
She pursed her lips and smiled, this was exactly right! This cleanliness-obsessed Sickly Beauty had to be treated this way!!
***
Above the Bell Tower.
"Don’t go—!!"
Suddenly, a shout, awakening himself.
The man suddenly opened his eyes, sitting up breathlessly, his clothes were soaked, drenched in cold sweat.
He sat dazedly in the blankets, his hand on his chest, only feeling like a large part of his heart was missing.
He just seed to have had a dream.
It seed like soone died, and then another person said they wanted to go out for a walk, but he felt very resistant for so reason, not wanting that person to leave. He had a gut feeling that if that person really went, sothing serious would happen! He wanted to stop them but woke up before he could catch up.
After waking up, everything in the dream beca blurry, but there was a lingering pain in his heart. Since losing his mory, he’d never felt like this before.
He remained in bed for a long ti, gradually calming down, then he took off the mask from his face and wiped the cold sweat away.
However, in the ensuing ti, he was always in a state of daze. He puzzled over it, trying to recall the dream he had last night, wanting to rember the faces and forms of the people in the dream, but he couldn’t, as if there was a thick barrier in between.
He suddenly let out a long sigh.
Wanting to rember, yet unable to recall.
This feeling, really wasn’t good, very lancholy.
After a long while.
He suddenly got up.
He rushed down the Bell Tower, and when he ca to, he found himself standing outside a house.
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