Madam Dihao is not good

Ma Zai wanted to persuade her, but saw that her eyes were red and her face was extremely abnormal.

Ma Zai sighed, why did the young master throw this hot potato to her, so he got in the car and sat back in the driver's seat: "I have to remind you in advance, we have to come back here in half an hour."

Not long after the car drove around the road near the castle, the horse boy received a call.

No need to guess, I knew it was Sikong Zeye calling.

He put on the bluetooth wireless headset: "She said she wanted to go for a ride... yes,...don't worry, young master, it is..."[

There is a sea area in the direction of this road, and it is dark and steep at night, with only the sound of waves hitting the reef one after another.Bai Yunshang asked Ma Zai to stop the car, and walked towards the beach in the night alone.

Ma Zai was worried that something would happen to her at first, so he kept paying attention.Seeing that she hadn't gone far, she slowly squatted down on the beach and sat down. Then she breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the front of the car to light a cigarette.

The night was quiet.

Fortunately, the lights on the side of the road shone a little light.

Bai Yunshang has been sitting there, writing on the beach unconsciously with her fingers.

With her chin knocking on her knees, she wrote with so much concentration, stroke by stroke.

My heart hurts so much, it hurts like it's about to tear apart.If she had known that this day would come, if she had known that it would come so soon, she thought she had already made enough mental preparations...

She wrote Sikong Zeye's name over and over again on the beach.

The sea breeze was so strong and cold, she shrank all over from the cold, and her fingers were going to be numb from the cold, but she was still writing mechanically.

She didn't dare to think about the future, as long as she thought about it, she would go crazy.

With an empty mind, he didn't even notice the sound of footsteps stepping on the sand behind him.

Until, a warm coat was draped over her shoulders, carrying his own taste.

Bai Yunshang was slightly surprised, but did not raise her head.

She felt him sitting next to her, asking in a hoarse voice, "What are you writing?"

Bai Yunshang seemed to have just recovered from the emptiness and saw the messy handwriting in front of him.

Because I wrote it over and over again and continued to write it on top of it, it was all messed up.

Only she could see that what she wrote was Sikong Zeye's name.

Night Breeze carried his scent, calm and reassuring, as long as he sat beside her, she would settle down.