Chapter 568 (1/2)

Fast pace, over the front of the outpatient building and so on, and then similar to the villa area or high-end ward side. Few people.

Time also fell asleep, the wind snored evenly.

Suddenly, far away. My heart trembled with an electric shock, and a chill ran from the bottom of my feet to my brain. In some dark corner. Maybe evil is dormant.

Where there are people, there is evil. This is a philosophical topic, and it has nothing to do with me now.

I pulled my coat. I went around to the back of Yin Yijie's ward, because there was a light in the room, so I went around to the back.

A flash of light shot out. I quickly squatted down. Like a skilled thief, I squatted behind the low bush, not knowing what I was doing.

I came back to see Yin Yijie. Why make yourself a thief?

Do I want to give him a surprise?

I don't think it's amazing.

But. I'm just squatting here. There seemed to be a dark shadow behind the dark curtains on the opposite floor. Maybe there are black eyes staring at me as a thief?

When I'm calm, I'm afraid to move.

Because. There was a figure, blocking a ray of light, in the room of Yin Yijie. Someone is standing by the window.

Why is the light on in his room so late?

What's the situation?

I carefully open evergreen shrubs, suddenly... My God, changed! No, the sky has changed, my sky has changed... I don't know how to describe it. Is it like this?

I'm not familiar with it. Who can tell me?

Behind the trees, behind the French windows, stand, stand, stand! Yin Yijie! Yin Yijie!!

America is a terrible place, I think.

She occupied the world, but also occupied the fantasy world!

Yin Yijie stood by the window with a cigarette in his hand. His face was cold and hurt. He stood straight and slightly thin, wearing a red shirt... Yin Yijie stood by the window, wearing a red shirt... His cold vision seemed to sweep over.

I let go and fell to the ground.

This sight, this sight, this appearance, cold feeling, cold lines, red shirt, he... What play is he directing?

He is a lonely director!

For a long time, for a moment, there was no movement. Maybe he didn't see me and I didn't see myself.

He stood there, looking at me, I lay here, leaning against the snow trees, in the room, everything, seems to be different from the dream.

He's not looking at me. On my head, it's snow.

There was no movement. I turned my head carefully, hoping that there would be a one in ten thousand possibility that he was still in bed. Just now, it was just my illusion.