Shi Qi raised her clear eyes to look at him and said quietly, "My father died of illness."
This is what my mother said when I asked her about it when I was a child.
Shi Qi looked at Yan Shixing in confusion, wondering why he suddenly asked this.
Yan Shixing dropped the hand that was on her face, and sadness and disappointment flashed across his eyes.
"Godfather?" Shi Qi held his hand, looking at his pale face covered in cold sweat, and said worriedly, "Godfather, I'll go back to the manor and ask Aunt Rong to make some soup for you. You should lie down quickly. The doctor said you must pay more attention."
Yan Shixing was pushed onto the hospital bed, Qingjun's cold, pale face held a faint smile, "Okay."
Shi Qi settled him down and left the ward.
Yan Shixing was lying on the bed with dazed eyes. His pupils, which were originally as bright as stars, were now covered with a gray gloom.
About ten minutes later, he suddenly stood up, pulled out the needle from his hand, found his clothes to change, picked up the car keys and ran out of the ward.
He stumbled to find his car in the garage, got in, and drove it directly, speeding down the road.
Yan Shixing endured the tearing pain on his forehead, cold sweat kept falling, and even the gauze on his forehead was stained with blood.
Liyang University
It was an hour's drive, but Yan Shixing drove so fast that he arrived in half an hour.
He walked in and went straight to the principal's office.
Shang Shirong, sitting in the principal's office, was reviewing documents with her head down. She was wearing a professional formal dress and a skirt, with beautiful black hair flowing over her shoulders. The light shone on her beautiful facial features, and more than ten years had left some traces of time on her face.
She stopped writing and looked up at the photo of herself and her best friend on the table, and suddenly she was lost in thought.
Suddenly the door was opened forcefully. She frowned and looked over. When she saw who it was, her eyes turned cold.
Even if the other party was the powerful Yan family in Shengjing, even if he was Yan Shixing, the head of the Yan family, even if he appeared in front of her in a disheveled state and covered in blood.
Shang Shirong's eyes flashed with cold light as she looked at him indifferently. She said coldly and indifferently, "I wonder if Mr. Yan has any advice for you on your sudden visit to Liyang University?"
Yan Shixing's face was pale, his lips were pursed, his eyes were dark, and the light cast a light in his dull eyes.
He walked over and grabbed Shang Shirong's wrist. The pain in his body made him tremble as he spoke, "Where is she?"
Shang Shirong narrowed her beautiful eyes, a hint of disgust flashed across them, and she raised her lips coldly, "She? What is Mr. Yan talking about? I don't understand."
"He Qian! I want to find He Qian! I want to see her!" Yan Shixing squeezed her hand hard, and blood was slowly flowing down from the red gauze on his forehead because of excitement.
The shocking sight of blood even stunned Shang Shirong, and her originally resentful heart felt a little relieved.
"Don't you think it's too late to ask this question now?" Shang Shirong's eyes were red, and she angrily shook off his grip.
Her best friend, her best friend, lost everything for this man.
She hates it!
"Do you know where she is? Tell me!" The pain and regret accumulated in Yan Shixing's chest almost drowned him.
How could it have taken him so long to remember her? The realization was driving him crazy.
Qian, she must be in pain, right?
Why let her suffer this consequence alone?
Perhaps it was because of his weak body or the remorse in his heart, but Yan Shixing could hardly stand and supported himself on the table with trembling hands.
Until I heard Shang Shirong gnashing her teeth and shouting, "She's dead!"
No!
Yan Shixing's heart felt like it had exploded, his eyes, which were full of stars, lost focus, he vomited blood, and fainted.
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