Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"It's okay, where is my brother from now on, where is home."

Tsing Yi's words touched the most vulnerable part of the drunkard's heart. His emotions were completely broken, his tears kept streaming, and his whole body hurt.

"sorry Sorry……"

He said sorry over and over again, suffering from body to heart.

Seeing the alcoholic whose emotions were getting more and more out of control, Tsing Yi panicked.

He quickly put the porridge in his hand back on the bedside table, got up from the chair and sat down by the bed.

He cupped his thin face with both hands, and kept wiping his tears.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't cry..."

Tsing Yi kept comforting him, thinking that he lost control of his emotions because of the pain and suffering he had suffered by himself during this period, but it was not.

"No, it's not this..."

The drunkard cried and shook his head. He lost control of his emotions because he was really sorry for Tsing Yi and Jun Moyan.

He was scared.

He was extremely afraid that Tsing Yi would know one day that he approached Jun Moyan with purpose...

The drunkard's voice choked so badly that Tsing Yi didn't hear it clearly, and didn't pay much attention to it, just trying to soothe his emotions.

"Don't cry, you have just had an operation, and you are still aching, so you can't get excited."

"Woo..."

The alcoholic couldn't calm down for a while.

He even almost made the impulse to tell Tsing Yi about Ge and that person, but he finally resisted it.

He owes Ge Ge's life, and he has to save Ge Ge back.

Tsing Yi leaned over, touching the drunkard's forehead, and kept wiping tears with both hands on his face.

"Stop crying, it's okay..."

"I'm here, don't be afraid."

He rubbed his forehead lightly and spoke softly. Constantly comforting him.

After a while, Tsing Yi's reassurance made the alcoholic mood slowly stabilized.

Tsing Yi got up, went into the bathroom to find a clean towel, and wiped the drunkard's face.

Then he took up his hand again, and when he saw his skinny, needle-eyed hands, Tsing Yi's heart felt like being beaten twice, dull and painful.

The fingertips gently rubbed the back of his needle-eyed hands, so distressed that he couldn't say a word.

"...Is it ugly to look like me now?"

Tsing Yi raised her eyes to look at him, then smiled and shook her head: "In my heart, you are always the best-looking."

The drunkard smiled: "Brother, you are so kind."

"Don't leave my brother and run around alone in the future. Without you by my side, I am uneasy about what I do."

"……it is good."

Tsing Yi lowered his head and wiped his hands, then continued to pick up the insulation box and feed him porridge.

Seeing the patient's identity information hanging on the bedside corner, Tsing Yi glanced over.

"Mu, Han.?"

Tsing Yi said word by word, his tone was light, but there was a stir in his heart.

It turned out that his name was Mu Han.

"It's a nice name, but why never say it...?" In the second half of the sentence, he said very lightly, and didn't look at the alcoholic, as if talking to himself.

The drunkard lowered his eyes, a heavy and complicated mood.

Tsing Yi stared at these two words for a long time, seeming to memorize his name firmly.

Turning his head to look at the drunkard who bowed his head silently, Tsing Yi didn't think about knowing anything from him.

No matter what happened to him in the past, it is no longer important to him. In the future, he will take good care of him and will not let him feel the helplessness, fear and despair during this period of time.

After feeding some porridge to the alcoholic, Tsing Yi went to the doctor and changed him to the Vip ward.