When Xiaocao wakes up, it's already dawn. Shangye lies on her bed. Xiaocao loves and hates. Why let me see you as soon as I open my eyes? Without you, I can still!

Shang Ye hears the voice, opens his eyes, looks at the bloody grass on his face, and finally takes a breath of relief. He reaches out and touches the grass's forehead. It's cold. It seems that there's really nothing wrong with it. Don't look at the grass. Don't do that. I've decided to leave you.

at this moment, the automatic call device in the room rings, "president, the old lady is here." Then a huge screen appeared...