Gao Yafei said angrily: "Can I calm down? He used me as a stand-in and now talks about the severance. What does he take me? He treats me well if he wants to be nice to me. ?"
Zuo Qingxuan persuaded her in a soft voice, "It is estimated that Owen is also in a mess, his sister is the knot in his heart."
"What about me? I deserve to be used?"
Zuo Qingxuan said softly: "You care about things with non-existent people. You are just mad at yourself. Sometimes showing weakness is more effective than losing your temper."
"I know too."
Gao Yafei clearly expressed this truth in her heart, but she couldn't control her emotions when she got angry.
Zuo Qingxuan said: "Come slowly."
After this interruption, Gao Yafei's anger disappeared a little, and she recovered some sense.
She said to Zuo Qingxuan, "Forget it, fortunately you just grabbed me, otherwise it would be a bad thing."
"It's okay, when Owen sends the picture over, I will start making a comb."
Zuo Qingxuan looked at her gratefully and said, "Yafee really thank you, thank you for doing so much for me."
Gao Yafei chuckled, "I didn't do anything."
On the other side, after hanging up, Mo Qianliu put the phone on the table.
His head buzzed constantly, and the irritability in his heart couldn't be dissipated.
He got out of bed, planning to go out and get some breath.
Suddenly, his eyes went dark, and his body fell forward uncontrollably.
Hit the table with a dull noise.
"Owen."
Mark opened the door and walked in, then walked a few steps to help him, "Is it all right."
"It's okay."
As soon as he looked up, Mark saw his forehead hit by the corner of the table, blood oozing out and sticking his hair down.
"Bleeding on your forehead, I'll take care of it when you sit on the bed."
"I want to go outside to get some wind."
Mo Qianliu was depressed, but his body pain was actually very weak in his perception.
The irritability and inexplicable loss in his heart at this time made him even more uncomfortable.
Staying in the room for a while, he might suffocate to death.
"After treating the wound, I will accompany you to walk outside."
"I can't breathe anymore."
Mo Qianliu's face was pale and painful, he clutched his chest tightly.
It feels like being locked in an airtight box, or covered with a piece of paper soaked in water.
The pain in my chest seemed to burst.
He grabbed Mark's arm and gasped for breath.
Mark strode over and opened the window, helping Mo Qianliu to walk to the open window.
The wind outside is very cool and the air is fresh.
"How? Is it better?"
Mo Qianliu was like a confined bird, clutching the window frame with well-knotted fingers, poking out his head to breathe.
Mark took a tissue to wipe the blood from his forehead.
Mo Qianliu suddenly saw something, and his body tightened.
"Qianluan."
"Ok?"
"There, Qianluan stood behind the poplar tree and waved at me."
Mark's face changed slightly, and the poplar on the side of the road stood straight, and there was no one.
"Sister, Qianluan, stand still, third brother will come down now."
Mo Qianliu looked excited, holding the window frame and raising his leg to turn over the window.
Mark quickly took his shoulders, "Owen, are you going to commit suicide?"
The word suicide is what Mo Qianliu fears most.
His illness left his mind out of control, so he tried to hypnotize himself to live anyway.
"Owen, there is nothing behind the poplar tree, that is your illusion."
Mo Qianliu's expression was painful, "Qianluan is crying, crying for her brother to call mom and dad, she is helpless."