He wanted to create the illusion that she was still living by his side, waiting for her to get lost and come back one day.
Year after year passed with weak obsession...
But she really came back and shattered his illusion with her own hands.
Two days later.
Ji Anan walked through a long corridor with complicated patterns, with retro oil paintings hung on both sides, and the carpets were extravagantly decorated.
Weir led the way, looking haggard: "The young master has not eaten for two days. He is very ill and will not let anyone in."
Ji Anan's heart felt as if it had been cut open. He bit his lip and said, "I know, but I don't guarantee that he will listen to me..."
"Master, of course I will listen to you, as long as you come." Weir's eyes were red, and he opened the door with one hand, "Go in."
The sound of breaking porcelain was heard.
A servant ran out in a panic carrying a tray.
All the curtains in the living room were closed, and the smell of broken medicine spread...
"Master, it's Miss Ji." Weir walked up first to ask for credit.
He really couldn't see the young master's depravity, so he privately invited Ji An'an over.
I thought it would take some effort to convince her, but unexpectedly when she heard that Beiming Shaoxi was ill, she immediately agreed to come.
"She heard that you were sick and was very worried about you. She came to see you."
"Go away..." The voice was hoarse and weak, and suddenly it was not recognized as his voice.
Ji Anan picked up the overturned chair, stepped over the leftovers on the floor, and walked to the bed.
Every step she took was like stepping on her own heart and beating a drum.
"Get out, I told her to get out!!!" Beiming Shaoxi suddenly sat up excitedly and pointed at the door, his sickly pale face turned red with anger.
Ji Anan saw that he had not seen him for two days. He was very sick and withered, and his eye sockets were a little sunken, as if he hadn't slept for a long time.
A pair of blue eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes. He gritted his teeth tightly and roared like a wild beast.
"Miss Ji, it's up to you, I'm going out." Weir walked out.
After following his master for so many years, he knew very well that Beiming Shaoxi would rather hurt himself than touch a hair on Ji An'an's head.
"What's wrong with you?" Ji Anan's throat was blocked, mist came to his eyes, and he asked softly, "Are you sick?"
Beiming Shaoxi closed his eyes angrily, and spoke out a hoarse voice with cracked lips, "It's not the day of the funeral yet, so there's no need for Miss Ji to come to pay homage."
Ji Anan's heart felt like it was being pricked with needles: "Why do you say such things?"
"Don't you want me to die!?"
"I have been looking for you for a few days, but you have moved and you don't answer the phone... I went to the beach villa to see you, but you are not there."
When Beiming Shaoxi heard her hypocritical voice, he felt a splitting headache. If he sincerely looked for someone, would he not be able to find him?
She guessed that he returned to Beiming Manor, but she felt too guilty...
She was afraid that he really didn't want to see her and would offend him.
"I want to ask you to explain that I only regard Yechen as my younger brother, and that will never change."
"What do you think he has to do with me?" Beiming Shaoxi finally opened his eyes, smiled sarcastically, and kissed his brother? "Which man does Miss Ji want to sleep with, or does she like to have sex? There is no need to report to me."
"You are indeed angry..." Ji Anan stared at him closely, asking every word carefully, "You are jealous because you still care about me. Do you care... because you still like me?".