"Fool, am I not a ghost?" Ao Xue helped her fall asleep. "You sleep well, if you dream again, you will dream of me beside you."

"Well." Leaf ink should be, sweating eyes closed again.

Ao Xue sat with her, wanted to smoke, found that the cigarette box was still on the table, and held back until people fell asleep again.

There's a bottle of whiskey in the study that hasn't finished yet. The phone is shaking all the time. It's her little white face, which looks like Ye Nian Mo.

"Baby, come out and play, I miss you."

Ao Xue took a look at the time. "It's two o'clock...