"I'm dizzy." Yin Yijie said in a very soft voice, like a resentful little woman.
Is he about to faint? He persisted for most of the day.
I quickly turned around and looked at him. He was holding on to the sofa with both hands, shaky, his face was pale, and big beads of sweat were falling down one by one.
what on earth is it?
When I have a fever, I only sweat on my body and I have never seen anyone sweat on my head.[
He was so stubborn even when he was sweating, I was convinced!
"What's wrong?" I was also dizzy and couldn't care anymore. I ran over quickly, hugged him from the front, and used myself as a crutch for him.
"It's okay." Yin Yijie held me in his arms, breathing heavily, feeling very weak, and seemed to be gritting his teeth to endure something.
"What's wrong?" I raised my head and looked into his eyes. Being so close, I finally saw the layer of light gray behind his bright eyes.
It turned out that his eyes were not pure black, but dark gray.
"Tell me what's going on, I'm afraid."
Maybe, for the first time in my life, I am really scared!
Or, for the first time, I dared to express my fear. He was still holding back just now, why did he become like this all of a sudden?
When filming, you have to wait for the director to call for action!
Yin Yijie waved his hand and told the waiters and managers who had run out to go back to the restaurant. His hands really didn't have much strength left.
He lifted it up, put it on my shoulder, touched my face gently, and said with a faint smile: "Maybe the wound has opened again."
His fingers were so light, so light, like the wind blowing feathers, brushing his face, showing a little love and pity. There was happiness, satisfaction, regret, and a little bit of gray in his eyes.
I don't know why, but I always feel like I see or touch something that scares me. My nose is sour and my eyes are dry.
He lowered his head, gently kissed me between my eyebrows, and murmured: "It's okay, it will be fine after a while."
"What is the reason, please tell me?" I don't have the habit of digging into the root of the problem, but now, I want to know.
Yin Yijie raised his head, smiled faintly, feeling better, turned to me gently, leaned on my shoulder, and went to the bathroom.guli