Let's Get Married

Jasmine does not rest. After leaving the hospital, she goes to the restaurant nearby to buy porridge and dumplings with vegetable filling. She is afraid that he may think meat greasy and will be particular about it.

Walking towards the station, she passes a pharmacy and pauses. She thinks for a few seconds and buys anti-cold medicine and anti-alcoholic drugs. She can tell that Pehry is sick from the phone call. Although Karl may stay with him, it is better to buy some in case.

She doesn't have much money and even has spent a lot on Cyrus’ illness, but Pehry treats her well and she won't be stingy to him.

She goes to the villa by bus. Standing on the foot of the mountain, Jasmine sighs as she watches the villa on the hillside.

The shortcoming of the rich zone is probably that it isn't open to traffic. She has no choice but walk up.

Twenty minutes later, she arrives at the villa, panting heavily. Previously, when she was taking care of Pehry, he had told her the password for her convenience. Now that no one responds to the doorbell, she directly enters the password and walks in.

Walking from the European-style gate to the main door of the villa, she pushes the door open and enters. It is dark, only the induction light of the foyer on. There is no one in the living room.

Where is he?

Jasmine frowns and changes her shoes. She turns on the headlights of the living room and treads towards the master bedroom on the second floor lightly.

Similarly, the door of the bedroom is also closed. Uneasy, she quickly walks over and knocks twice, "Pehry, are you here?"

There is a hush.

No one answers her.

so abnormal that she feels

The light in the corridor roughly lights up

legs stretches

remembers that he thinks

his clothes are loose. If Jasmine doesn't know him well, she will not dare to take a step

this room

She does not turn on the light rashly, worrying that it would upset this fragile and sensitive man.

something must have happened to

hears the familiar voice. Her soft and gentle voice becomes the

spit out the words. But he is still so hoarse that it makes people feel sorry. He

is roughly hidden in the darkness. His beautiful eyes which used to be vibrant now dim. The pride aura of him seems to have been stripped away, leaving the wounds drenched in

wild beast, licking his own wounds

pain. It's different from the feeling of seeing Cyrus lying on the sickbed weakly. Instead, it is a pain that surpasses the blood relationship but also reaches

you drink so much?" She places the white dining boxes aside and gestures with her slender fingers, "I brought you

that they may get cold, she hurries to remind

her hand. On the transparent white lid of the lunchbox, there is still water

it has two boxes of medicine in it. There's no need

today, Pehry holds back his rage. He secludes himself and doesn't want to hear any sounds or see anything. However, it just makes

on, and every scene that emerges in her mind

at him with sincere concern and worry. Her eyes are so clear