"S-Young Master Qin?" Because he was afraid, Ji Rou carefully approached him. Even when he was near, Qin Yinze still did not notice her.
No, to be precise, he was too absorbed in looking out of the window somewhere. His soul had fled, and what remained was only his body, so he was not afraid of the wind, nor was he able to hear her.
For a moment, Ji Rou actually felt a bit of heartache for him. Of course, it was only a tiny bit, so little that she didn't even notice it herself.
Ji Rou looked at him, then immediately closed the window and turned to Qin Yinze's side: "Qin Yinze, are you courting death?"
This time, hearing her voice, Qin Yinze's eyes lit up.
However, when his gaze landed on her face, the light in his eyes slowly faded, leaving behind only a dead silence.
She was not her, she was not the person he had been waiting for.
Bitterness spread through his heart. He knew that regardless if he was dead or sick, that person would not care about him at all.
Even though he knew it was like this, he still felt his heart ache whenever he thought about it.
He didn't know what else he was hoping for.
He didn't know what else he was so stubborn about.
He didn't know why he tortured himself so much that he didn't look like a ghost or a ghost.
He was tired, tired, tired, and didn't want to think about that man anymore. Qin Yinze slowly closed his eyes.
"Qin Yinze, can you hear me?" Ji Rou waved her hand in front of Qin Yinze's eyes.
He was clearly before her eyes, yet she felt that he was not there. He was like a shell that had been taken away by someone, and there was no difference between living and dying.
Ji Rou guessed that there was a secret hidden somewhere in the bottom of his heart that others could neither touch nor unravel.
She knelt down beside him, and her soft palm lightly patted the back of his hand: "Qin Yinze, you can only live once, and you will never come back. This is a very classic phrase from a game I once played. "
"Because of that phrase, I kept telling myself to love my family. Look at me, my father got in a car accident, my father's company was robbed, my mother was sick, and I was f * cking ruined by a scumbag like you. But I didn't think of dying. "
"Because as long as a person is alive, there is hope. After he dies, there will be nothing left but a pile of ashes. "Think about it, what would you have if one day you were burned to a pile of ashes and buried in a small box in the earth?"
She sighed. "So let's see. There's nothing that can't be crossed. Nothing is more important than one's life."
In one breath, Ji Rou said a lot of things, and even explained her philosophy of life from all these years. Who knew that Qin Yinze had fallen asleep while leaning against the sofa.
This bastard!
She had told him so many things about life that he had fallen asleep and not heard a word of it, let alone remembered it.
Ji Rou clenched her teeth, she really wanted to kick him, but very quickly, she discovered that he was abnormal. His breath was hot, u
aturally hot.
Ji Rou immediately reached out to his forehead and felt that her hand was about to be burned by the heat of his forehead.
He had been in the rain with her during the night, and now they were still having a cold wind in his room. He wasn't a little gold man, so it would be strange if he didn't have a fever.
"Qin Yinze, I wish I could throw you out of the window." Ji Rou scolded as she helped him to lie on the bed.
He was tall and muscular, and when she held him, all his weight was on his body, crushing his waist.
After throwing him onto the bed, Ji Rou fell down too due to her unstable balance, and into his arms.
Just as she was about to get up, he suddenly moved and hugged her. "Don't go!"
Ji Rou tried to take his hand away: "If I don't leave, would you like to burn me to death?"
"Don't go!" His voice was still weak, but the strength of his grip on her waist was not light at all.
"I'm not a Fever Paste, what's the use of holding me?" This man probably lacked maternal love since he was young, and treated her as his mother the moment he became ill.
Honestly speaking, the current him was just like a child. He was not as domineering and domineering as when he was awake, nor did he have the usual venomous tongue. He was as quiet as a newborn baby.
"Don't go!" He held her, holding her tight, the same words coming out of his mouth.
"Alright, I won't go. Son, you have to be good too. Mom will accompany you. " Ji Rou rubbed his head. He lacked maternal love, so she should just pretend to be his mother.
Sure enough, after hearing her call him son, this man stopped calling out and obediently went to sleep.
"If I could give birth to a son as big as you, I would definitely lose my life." Ji Rou couldn't help but find it fu
y. No matter how strong this person was, as long as she was sick, he was still as weak as a child.
She looked at him. He was really pretty. He had sharp facial features, a perfect body, and a pleasant voice.
Pui!
What was she thinking? He was too good-looking to hide the abominable truth.
If it wasn't for her kind heart, she would have definitely used this time to viciously beat him up and make him kneel in front of her while crying ?? Mom!
After struggling to struggle free from his embrace, Ji Rou hurriedly contacted the staff at the hotel to get a doctor.
After the doctor measured Qin Yinze's body temperature, he gave him a needle as well as some antipyretic pills, allowing Ji Rou to take one for him.
The doctor also ordered that he should take his temperature in half an hour. If the fever did not subside, he would be sent to the hospital.
After sending the doctor away, Ji Rou returned to her room and probed Qin Yinze's forehead. Feeling that it was better, she heaved a sigh of relief.
She sat on the side of his bed: "Qin Yinze, did you hear that? "Look at the wind and rain outside, the roads are probably flooded. If you don't burn down, you'll just be burned to death, so leave it to you to decide."
"Qin Yinze, what exactly is going on in your heart?" Ji Rou looked at him, "Was it a broken family? Or did your girlfriend run off with another man? "
After thinking about it, Ji Rou still felt that her family's destruction was more likely to cause harm to him.
Because all these years, the Minlo City had spread the word "Mr. Qin" to the point where he was like a god, but never once did he mention his wife.
Ji Rou thought that it was very possible that Mr. Qin and his wife had divorced and brought their son along.
Thus, when Qin Yinze couldn't get his love of a father and mother, his personality became distorted as he slowly grew up.
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