There was still pain in the lower jaw.
Shui Lingyu didn’t understand what Tang Hehan meant to have you felt sorry for in the future. In a daze, the tall and tall figure turned around and wanted to leave.
She thought of something and said in a low voice: “Brother, my phone.”
Tang Hehan tilted his face slightly and looked at him with a sharp look.
Shui Lingyu shrank down, lowered his gaze, and said no more.
Shui Lingyu dared to raise his eyes until he heard the fierce momentum in the room gradually fading away and the servants outside closed the door.
The darkness outside the window makes people feel panicked. It seems that the sound of the leaves blown by the wind can be heard, which also spreads the restlessness of Shui Lingyu.
How should she contact her second brother? I really want to find her on such a night?
Shui Lingyu sat down weakly on the edge of the bed.
She couldn’t get out and didn’t have a cell phone. She hoped that her second brother would ignore her.
She tried so hard to hide her when she was with her elder brother, but she was exposed by her words.
Why do you have to do this? What is his purpose?
Is it really necessary to be determined with your family?
During the illness, Shui Lingyu sat at the window with paper and pen to draw, drawing whatever he saw and thought of.
I was cared for by the servant every day, and my face gradually recovered and I was no longer so powerless.
She couldn’t stay here and do nothing, and did not forget her ideals.
Besides, if I were in this villa, I was afraid of the arrival of the night in the past, but now I am always worried that Tang Hehan will appear in front of me.
She would rather go to work during the day to lose the danger.
I know I can’t escape, so sooner or later, why do I resist?
Is there a subtle hope in my heart?