The drunkard stopped his restless pacing and looked at the items in the medical kit on the table, reaching inside to pull out a pack of silver needles that hadn’t been used in a long time.
In the end, he gripped the needle pack tightly and finally made up his mind.
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Anyway, he didn’t want to live anymore, having forced himself to continue for so many years. If it weren’t for the one thing in this world that made life worth living, he would never have chosen to live so arduously.
If they couldn’t stay in this world, then perhaps it was time to go below; who knows, maybe it would be easier and more comfortable than here.
Having made up his mind and deciding to take a gamble, the drunkard began preparing the things he would need.
Once everything was ready, and he had checked several times, the drunkard lay exhausted on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought.
He drifted off unintentionally, only to be woken by a knock at the door.
The drunkard jerked awake, took two seconds to orient himself, then immediately sat up and checked his phone for the time. Seeing that it was still early, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as he was about to get up and open the door, the person outside had already used their key to come in.
By the sound of the footsteps, the drunkard knew who it was. He simply closed his eyes, and lay back down on the bed.
Qing Yi entered with several boxes of food and saw the drunkard laying on the bed. Thinking it was still early, she didn’t call out to wake him.
She put the food on the table and thought about removing his shoes and moving his legs onto the bed but didn’t want to wake him.
So she let him sleep as he was.
Qing Yi looked around the somewhat messy house and started tidying up for him.
Before the drunkard had moved into Wu Garden, she would come about every week to clean for him.
But most of the time, when she arrived, the drunkard was out, usually at a bar.
The last time the drunkard was injured, and they had spent the night here, she hadn’t had the chance to tidy up.
The drunkard lay on the bed, listening to Qing Yi busy herself, his eyes closed, not making a sound.
As the time for the house call drew nearer, the drunkard’s mood became heavier, fluctuating between being extremely calm and very anxious.
After Qing Yi finished tidying up the house and had taken out some of the drunkard’s clothes that he hadn’t worn in a long time to put them in the washing machine, she thought it was about time to go back to her room and wake the drunkard for lunch.
Looking at the sleeping drunkard on the bed, Qing Yi’s intended words hung unspoken; she just stood there, watching him from a distance.
After a while, Qing Yi took a step toward the edge of the bed.
Then, she stood still beside the bed, looking down at him from above.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Qing Yi’s gaze gradually heated up, and suddenly, on one knee, he leaned over the bed, bracing his hands on either side of the drunkard’s shoulders, then inexplicably leaned down toward the sleeping drunkard...
As their distance narrowed, Qing Yi unconsciously held his breath, his deep gaze tracing the drunkard’s delicate eyebrows, closed eyes, and high nose bridge, finally settling on his lips...
Qing Yi’s gaze was shadowy, his breath became erratic, and his eyes were fixated on his lips.
Watching him from this close distance wasn’t the first time.
He often watched the drunkard while he was asleep at night.
But this was undoubtedly the most nervous he had ever been.
Qing Yi stared at his slightly parted lips, feeling the warm breath tinged with a faint scent of alcohol spray onto his face.
The hands that braced beside him slowly clenched the sheets beneath.
His gaze grew more fervent, even harboring a sudden impulse.