Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

In an instant, the bullet in his hand was like a hot potato, Tsing Yi's hand shook, and the bullet fell from his hand.

The sound of metal landing sounded clearly.

"What are you talking nonsense? What happened?" Tsing Yi looked at the red-eyed drunkard and raised her whole heart.

It was okay tomorrow morning, and he was better than any other day in the past two days, why suddenly he said such terrible things.

The drunkard returned to his senses and realized that he had said something that shouldn't be said. Looking at Tsing Yi with a worried expression, the drunkard was a little nervous.

"No, it's okay, I drank a bit too much." The alcoholic stuffed the pistol into Tsing Yi's hand in a panic.

"Drink too much, my mind is a little unconscious and talk nonsense."

"But your eyes tell me that you are awake now." Qing Yi almost shouted.

"..."

"Speak, what the **** is going on."

"...It's okay." The alcoholic didn't dare to look into Tsing Yi's eyes, and the whole person panicked.

"Do you want me to check it out?"

The drunkard settled down, then looked at Tsing Yi again.

"It's okay, I just remembered some bad things in the past, and I drank a little more, so... I was suddenly scared."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I don't know..." The drunkard lowered his eyes.

I'm afraid that that person can't save him, that that person will force me to do anything to hurt you again, that that person will threaten me with you...

Tsing Yi looked at some helpless alcoholics, eyes full of injuries and helplessness.

"Are you still reluctant to tell me about your past?"

"The past... my past..." The drunkard murmured twice, and countless fragments flashed in his mind.

"Actually, I had a very good past. It was really good." The drunkard said and glanced at Tsing Yi, but he quickly looked away.

Without saying anything else, he went to bed again.

Tsing Yi turned slightly and looked at the alcoholic who was lying on the bed with his back facing him. He looked down at the gun in his hand and was silent.

He looked at the gun in his hand and spoke slowly for a while:

"Even if you do something sorry for me one day, even if it kills me..." Tsing Yi raised his head, looked at the drunkard on the bed, and continued: "I won't hurt you."

Tsing Yi sometimes feels that the alcoholic actually understands his heart, but sometimes feels that he really doesn't know at all...

"..."

The drunkard closed his eyes tightly, but tears flowed down the corner of his eyes uncooperatively...

You are really stupid.

"You don't want to talk about your previous things, it doesn't matter, I can wait slowly until the day you are willing to talk, even if you still refuse to talk in the end, that's fine."

Tsing Yi's words sounded again.

"But no matter what happens, I hope you don't do stupid things."

"..." The drunkard closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and said nothing.

——

In the evening of the next day--

Gu Yao hugged her legs and sat on a black reef by the sea, the sea breeze blowing on her face, making her mood more gloomy at times, but at other times healing.

Looking at the endless blue sea and thinking that she really had no choice but to give up this relationship like this, Gu Yao, who was unilaterally lost in love, couldn't help but panic acid.

Tears gushed out several times, but she forcibly endured it.

"It's already evening. Although it's summer, it's easy to catch a cold while sitting like this."

A familiar voice sounded, and Gu Yao turned her head to look at Ace who appeared at some point, a little surprised.

"It's you."