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.

abnormal that she

the corridor roughly lights up the room, making her see the man sitting on the bedside

bed. One of his long legs stretches while the

remembers that he thinks beer

is messy, and his clothes are loose. If Jasmine doesn't know him well,

atmosphere in this room

would upset this fragile and sensitive man. She squats in front of him with her eyes

to him, and it must be a really depressing

looks at the pretty woman and hears the familiar voice. Her soft and gentle

here...." he uses all his might to spit out the words. But he is still so hoarse that it makes people feel sorry. He smoked a lot, and his throat is dry and

which is roughly hidden in the darkness. His beautiful eyes which used to be vibrant

like a wild beast, licking his own wounds in

pain. It's different from the feeling of seeing Cyrus lying on

and gestures with her slender fingers, "I brought

cold, she hurries to

plastic bags in her hand. On the transparent

two boxes of medicine in it. There's no need to guess who the medicine she

himself and doesn't want to hear any sounds

is painful to look back on, and every scene that emerges in her

concern and worry. Her eyes