The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities - Chapter 964

Seeing the scene in front of him, He Jiayi took a breath.

The bathroom was terribly quiet, with only the sound of dripping.

Xia Beiqin’s figure was soaked in the bathtub, his head slightly raised, his eyes closed tightly, his pale and slender arm was placed on the edge, his wrist was cut with a large opening, and a stream of blood poured out of his veins , The water in the bathtub was soaked and turned red, and the bright red blood overflowed, dripping down and running on the floor.

In an instant, Shen Zhiyu only felt that there was something, and it hit his brain suddenly. Then, his legs softened and his body wanted to slide down.

He Jiayi hurriedly held onto Shen Zhiyu, and said worriedly: “Zhiyu…”

Shen Zhiyu slowly stretched out his hand and pushed He Jiayi away. He stood up and walked stiffly into the bathroom and walked in the direction of Xia Beiqi.

Underneath him is like an abyss of purgatory, and every step is like stepping on the tip of a knife, dripping with blood, so pain that he can hardly breathe.

He finally walked to the bathtub, exhausted all his energy, fell to his knees with a plop, splashed with blood, and dyed him red.

Shen Zhiyu slowly stretched out his hand and fished out Xia Bei from the bathtub. The young man was almost weightless. Shen Zhiyu hugged him tightly into his arms and held him with one hand. His blood-oozing wrists lowered his head and pressed close to his body.

Shen Zhiyu wanted to hear the faint heartbeat and faint breathing in his body, but no, there was nothing left. The person in his arms was so quiet for the first time, and it was so quiet that it made people panic.

Shen Zhiyu raised his head and looked at the boy in his arms.

He has long lost the spirited spirit he once had. He is thin and awkward, his face is pale, he closed his eyes, his expression is calm, facing death calmly, as if he has no nostalgia for this world.

Suddenly, the senses in Shen Zhiyu’s whole body seemed to be shut down. He didn’t feel any pain or sadness. He didn’t have a tear to fall.

He just raised his hand, gently pushed away the wet hair on Xia Beiqing’s forehead, gently held Xia Beiqing’s face, then lowered his head, pressed against his cold cheek, and said with a trembling voice: After so long…it must have been very tired? Thanks for your hard work, Bei Qing, this time…just sleep well, and never…no more pain.”

Everyone stood at the door of the bathroom, no one dared to take a step forward, and no one could bear to disturb this scene.

Shen Zhiyu took off his coat, wrapped Xia Beiqing’s wet body, then hugged it horizontally, and walked out of the bathroom step by step.

Everyone retreated to both sides, giving way to a passage.

When passing by He Jiayi, He Jiayi looked at Shen Zhiyu worriedly, and cautiously shouted: “Zhiyu.”

But Shen Zhiyu didn’t want to hear anything, and walked out of the bathroom and the room with Xia Beiqin in his arms.

Approaching the evening, Yunci and Dongtang woke up from a late afternoon nap.

In fact, Dongtang Chiyou doesn’t need to sleep, he just accompanies Yunci.

Yunci washed his face in the bathroom, and then handed the towel to Dongtang Chiyou. He didn’t expect Dongtang Chiyou to shook his head and stared at Yunci. He learned how to play a rogue.

Yun Ci smiled and said, “Well, I will wipe it for you once.”

Dongtang Chi You took the initiative to bend down and put his head in front of Yun Ci.

Yun Ci took the towel and wiped his cheeks little by little. After finishing, Yun Ci hung up the towel, looked at the man in front of him, and asked, “Can you learn to use chopsticks today?”