The car window that was blocking the view opened after a few seconds, and what came into view was a man with the same outstanding appearance as when they separated, with a high nose bridge and prominent brows.
He half leaned back in the car, half of his body invading the darkness, the corners of his crimson lips curled up for no reason and conspicuously: "What's wrong?"
Qiao Nian's eyes paused on his thin lips for a few seconds.
The man's Adam's apple rolled, sharply cutting through his fair neck. He sat in the darkness more relaxed, letting her look at him and smiling.
"Why are you back?"
"Are you not feeling uncomfortable?" Qiao Nian frowned, his eyes were cold and sharp, as if he wanted to see through his true soul beneath his skin.
Ye Wangchuan paused for a moment and looked into her eyes: "No."
"Really?"
Qiao Nian tried hard to discern the strangeness in his eyes, but she didn't know whether he hid it too well or he really didn't feel uncomfortable, so she couldn't discern it.
"No." Ye Wangchuan patted the back of her hand firmly, smiled, and joked lazily: "If Qiao Shen doesn't leave, I will assume that you don't want to leave."
"Can't bear to leave me?"
Qiao Nian's heartbeat was disturbed by his short words. She withdrew her elbows from the car window, put her hands in her pockets, and returned to her usual aloof and reserved attitude.
"gone."
"Um."
Ye Wangchuan responded.
Halfway through her walk, Qiao Nian turned back to look at him. Ye Wangchuan really wanted to know why she turned back, and was met with the man's faint smile. He even stretched out his hand from the car and waved to her.
Qiao Nian's eyelids twitched twice, and he quickly retracted his gaze and turned back. This time he left without looking back, and his back quickly disappeared into the underground garage...
When the girl's figure disappeared from sight again, the man who had just smiled and waved arched his back slightly and suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.
He didn't even have time to block it. His veiny arms supported the edge of the seat, and dark blood spurted onto the car window. The remaining blood flowed down the corner of his lips, which was a shocking sight.
“Buzz—”
Zhong Yiliu called. Ye Wangchuan picked up the phone on the passenger seat with his veiny hand and answered the call after enduring the initial dizziness.
"Hello."
There was nothing unusual in his voice.
But Zhong Yilu is a doctor, and he has read countless difficult cases around the world, so he still heard something wrong.
Zhong Yilu decisively hung up the phone.
The next second a video popped up.
Ye Wangchuan picked up the phone with a wry smile, put the phone on the holder, and turned sideways to get the tissue.
Zhong Yilu got used to the dim light of the camera and immediately noticed the dull red color of the stars. His expression changed slightly on the other end of the video.
"You're having another attack?"
"Didn't it just happen yesterday afternoon?"
"Why is it happening again?!"
Ye Wangchuan took out a tissue and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, absent-mindedly saying, "It's okay."
Zhong Yiliu's face flushed red, and veins popped out on his forehead: "You call this okay? Ah! Be careful, you might die suddenly and no one will know!"
"I won't die." Ye Wangchuan looked at the old man on the other side of the camera with a discontented look, leaning back on the chair because of discomfort: "I still have to stay alive to get married."
"Ha." Zhong Yilu sneered in response.
Ye Wangchuan crumpled up the tissue he had used to wipe the blood and threw it away. There was no sign of vomiting blood on his face, but his complexion did not look very good.
"Don't tell her."
"Q has already doubted it." Zhong Yilu emphasized!
"She came to you in a hurry, and tested me in the hospital. Do you think she would not notice something wrong with you with her keen sense?" (End of this chapter)