Zhiyun tightly grasped the proprietress who was supporting her body. Her face was extremely pale and the corners of her lips were full of bright red blood.

Someone in the distance saw what was happening and immediately called the waiter to help.

The waiter came forward and saw the customer vomiting blood. He turned pale with fright and quickly ran to call an ambulance.

The proprietress raised her hand and said, "No need, she's fine. Please help me help her upstairs."

This is the restaurant downstairs in the hotel.

Upstairs is the hotel room where we stayed.

A male waiter came, picked up Zhiyun and carried her upstairs.

"Thank you, she will have a good rest." The proprietress thanked the two waiters who helped.

The waiter handed the lady boss a phone postcard and said, "If she has any emergency, please remember to call this number."

"Okay." The proprietress accepted the phone postcard.

The long night passed.

At six o'clock in the morning of the next day, Zhiyun woke up.

When she opened her eyes, her mouth and nose were filled with the smell of iron. It was the blood she had vomited out of extreme grief...

He got out of bed without even putting on his shoes and walked out.

When I opened the door, I saw the boss lady standing at the door, "Where are you going?"

Zhiyun lowered her eyelashes and said nothing. She looked quiet and peaceful, neither sad nor happy, like a delicate porcelain doll that had been smashed to pieces and then glued back together.

The first time the proprietress saw Zhiyun like this, it was more heartbreaking than vomiting blood in the restaurant.

"We're leaving for the European Tengfu this afternoon. Are you still going?" the proprietress asked her.

Zhiyun's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her lips moved, uttering a word, "Go."

"In what capacity?" the proprietress asked again.

Zhiyun stared at the proprietress silently.

I only heard the lady boss say: "Widow? Or widow? Actually, they mean the same thing."