The atmosphere in the storage room seemed to be solidified. "Here, here, here" followed by a burst of noise from the little mice. The condensed atmosphere was finally broken...
"Go and do your work!" Yun Aotian's words were so plain...
It seems clear which way the scale is falling...
A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of Butler Li's mouth, he bent down slightly, glanced at the desolate Han Yi'er under the wall with his proud eyes, and turned around to leave...
Faced with this ending, we should not be surprised...
If the steward of an ancient mansion killed a maid, no one would care. Even though the modern era is the age of law, wouldn't he himself be dead? Of course, he would just pretend that nothing happened.
Presumably Yun Aotian just took action just because he was afraid that if Butler Li killed him, it would cause trouble for the Yun family, right?
Oh, he is just fantasizing, fantasizing constantly! As long as he is a little better, he will have wild fantasies. When will he be able to completely get rid of all expectations for him? Han Yi'er hates herself, blames herself, and can't let go of it in her heart
It seems that the more you deliberately erase his position, the more you care about it...
Standing in that breathless space, Yun Aotian turned sideways to Han Yi'er's body and slowly twisted around, looking at her scarred appearance, pale face, and empty eyes that were almost the same as her first...
We meet one day at a time.
However, it was all him who caused all this!
The steps he took were stopped. Should he go over and comfort her? Or should he just leave her heartlessly?
Yun Aotian's heart began to wander. He only asked himself not to use her to vent his hatred for Li Yi'er, but seeing her current appearance, he couldn't help but care and cherish her.
His hand unconsciously touched the pocket of his suit jacket, and he found a bottle of ointment in the pocket...
This was the burn ointment he bought unknowingly when he passed by the drugstore at work in the morning. The purpose of coming back from get off work early today was also to give the ointment to her.
The stagnant pace finally moved towards Han Yi'er's desolate and curled up body...
Squatting in front of her, his cold eyes were melting, and his warm hands stretched out to her cold little face...
The moment he touched it, a chill eroded his palm...
So cold...
I can't feel any body temperature from her at all, but this touch is so nostalgic...