Ye Shui-mo was surprised. She was surprised. She thought about it all day last night. She really couldn't understand the meaning of Ye Miao's doing this.

"You have to help him, and only you can help him. I think he's suffering now, too.

"I'll talk to him." Ye Shuimi got up and left.

The phone turned on, but there wasn't a phone. She ran home in a hurry.

The living room was still in a mess. The door of the room was wide open. Ye Miao sat on the floor against the bed because the curtains were so tight that he could not see him.

"Ink and wash?" Unexpectedly, the...