Rong Jincheng wiped the water off her body, wrapped her in a sky blue satin pajamas, and placed her on the big bed.

She was like a doll, at the mercy of Rong Jincheng, motionless, with drooped eyelids and dull eyes.

Rong Jincheng sat by the bed with a fruit plate, forked an apple and fed it to her: "Here, take a bite, it's delicious. I've tried it."

"I won't eat." She didn't open her eyes, leaning on the pillow, hugging the quilt insecurely.

"You haven't eaten all day. I cut this plate of fruit myself, why don't you give me some face?" Rong Jincheng coaxed, not knowing where he got his patience.

Han Yurou's face was as pale as paper. She didn't even have the strength to shake her head, and her voice was like a gossamer: "Let me sleep for a while... I want to sleep... I want to sleep forever... It would be great if I didn't have to wake up..."

Rong Jincheng's face looked a little uncomfortable: "You are too tired. You have been exhausted these past few days. If you really want to sleep, just sleep. The sun will come out at dawn."

"Maybe." She murmured softly, keeping her eyes closed and pressing her head between the quilt and the pillow.

Rong Jincheng suddenly felt powerless, so he had no choice but to put the fruit on the bedside cabinet and sit by the bed for a while.

He lowered his head and stared at her face. She seemed to be very uncomfortable, curled up into a ball, like a little hedgehog, pitiful.

He reached out and touched her forehead, but there was no fever.

He knew that she and her mother were taking care of Han Yun's funeral, and she had not had a peaceful sleep for several days.

Rong Jincheng stood up, turned off the light in the bedroom for her, and walked out.

He himself had some signs of a cold, so he quickly took a few cold medicines and sat alone on the large balcony, drinking red wine and looking at the night view outside the window.

The scenery of Jinyuan is very good. Because of the rain, there is a hazy white mist all around, as if it has covered the surrounding scenery with a layer of white gauze.

Rong Jincheng sat lazily and casually on the carpet on the balcony, not knowing what he was looking at.

He is not a person who likes to look at the scenery, he feels lifeless, but now he has become like Han Yurou, sitting alone by the window watching the scenery.

The phone kept ringing.

They were all called by his friends.

Rong Jincheng was too lazy to answer the call and simply turned off his phone.

Sitting at the window, the entire space was extremely quiet. Countless judgments flashed through his mind, from childhood to now.

When he was very young, before the age of five, his memory was not very clear. The only thing he remembered was "poor" and "suffering".

He was taken away by Rong Jianguo after he was five years old. He gradually forgot the memories before he was five years old, and the only thing he did not forget was the humiliation his mother suffered.

Only he, his mother and Han Yun knew about this matter.

And now, he is the only person in the world who knows, and he doesn't want more people to know.

Han Yun died so easily. When he died, he took everything away, whether it was hatred or grief, it seemed that all of it... was gone at once.

Rong Jincheng drank several glasses of red wine in succession. Gradually, the wine got stronger and he became drunk.

When he was drunk, he stepped on his slippers and walked upstairs, holding on to the wall. When he found the soft big bed in the bedroom, he hugged Han Yurou and fell asleep.

He is also very tired.

Many things end suddenly.

The end... doesn't it mean ease? But his body is very heavy.

A steady drizzle.
Chapter completed!