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

no time to waste and just pulls the door open. The light in the corridor roughly lights up

his back slightly and leans against the bed. One of his long legs stretches while the other curls with his

drinks beer. Jasmine remembers that he thinks

and his clothes are

this room was ...

fragile and sensitive man. She squats in front of

something must have happened to him, and it must be

the familiar voice. Her soft and gentle voice becomes the only medicine that can soothe him

his might to spit out the words. But he is still so hoarse that it makes

which used to be vibrant now dim. The pride aura of him seems to have been stripped away, leaving the wounds drenched

licking his own wounds

first time in her life that she has experienced such pain. It's different from the feeling of seeing Cyrus lying on the sickbed weakly. Instead, it is

dining boxes aside and gestures with her slender fingers, "I brought

that they may get cold, she hurries to

notice the plastic bags in her hand. On the transparent white lid of the lunchbox, there is

boxes of medicine in it.

back his rage. He secludes himself and doesn't want to hear any sounds or see anything.

back on,

and looks at him with sincere concern and worry. Her eyes are so clear that there is not a