Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

The white clothes squatting on the edge of the door was eating dinner, and there was a slight sound of footsteps. When he looked back, he saw that it was an alcoholic.

He opened his mouth, just about to say hello to him, but saw that the alcoholic was a little absent-minded, and even walked with his head slightly lowered, without seeing him.

When he reached the door of the room, he slowed down, and finally stopped. He held a bag of things in one hand and put the doorknob on the other, but he did not open the door.

Just bowed his head slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

I don't know if the drunkard's figure is relatively thin. In this long and wide corridor, his figure looks very lonely. The whole person seems to be surrounded by despair and helplessness, and the atmosphere is inexplicably depressed and sad.

The white clothes who had been in a good mood looked a little disappointed.

The white robe who was about to speak to him closed his mouth, looking at the alcoholic who seemed to be in a bad state, a little strange.

After a while, the drunkard still didn't mean to open the door, his whole body seemed to be still, maintaining that posture, motionless.

Finally, he moved, but only gently pressed his forehead against the door, holding the bag in one hand, and still holding the door handle in the other.

From the perspective of the white clothes, he saw the alcoholic put his forehead against the door, and gradually closed his eyes, vaguely as if he heard a sigh.

Although only a side face shrouded in the shadows can be seen, Bai Yi felt his tiredness all over.

It is not the kind of physical exhaustion caused by work and life, but the exhaustion of the heart, and the whole person will collapse when tired.

The lights in the bright corridor were bright, but the surroundings felt dim.

Seeing the drunkard closed his eyes and motionless, Bai Yi thought he was asleep.

"Drunkard?" He whispered tentatively, but the drunkard didn't react at all, as if he didn't hear it.

Bai Yi looked at the unresponsive drunkard, looked back at the little gray cat sleeping soundly on the bed, then stood up, carrying the meal, and walked towards the drunk softly.

Although his footsteps were not loud, there were still some, but until he walked to the side of the drunkard, it did not attract the attention of the drunkard.

He seemed, really asleep.

Bai Yi raised his hand, patted the drunkard on the shoulder, and whispered, "Hey."

The drunkard was taken aback and opened his eyes suddenly. While turning his head to look at the white clothes, he subconsciously hid the bag of things in his hand behind him. The plastic bag made a clear "crush" sound.

His whole person looked a little panicked, and his eyes were even more flustered, like a thief.

His reaction made Bai Yi also startled, and he took a half step back, almost losing the food in his hand.

The drunkard who had been panicked, he was relieved when he saw the person who photographed him. Although there were still some lingering fears, he quickly calmed down.

"I'm going, I thought you were asleep, it scared me." Bai Yi just said the first two words, suddenly remembered something, and immediately lowered his voice. For fear of waking up the little guy in the room.

"...When did you come?" The alcoholic was so scared that he couldn't breathe smoothly.

"I have been squatting at the door, staring at you for a while, and I called you, but you didn't seem to hear it."

"What are you doing at the door?"

Hearing the last sentence of Bai Yi, "You don't seem to have heard", the drunkard's heart immediately stopped for two beats.

He did not hear...

"Eating, do you want to have a bite?" Bai Yi brought the bowl in his hand to him.