When he was in the opera troupe, Cheng Haoyu would often suffer from headaches. Every time one of them came, he would feel as if he was dying. At that time, Fang Biying always stayed by his side. After each headache, Cheng Haoyu would feel weak all over and needed to rest for a long time before he could feel better. Now he has begun to fall asleep gradually.
"Brother Mao, I see there are quite a lot of people downstairs. Sister Mao might not be able to handle it alone. Everything is fine here. I can accompany him alone. You go and do your work first!" Zheng Xinyi said.
Cat Brother glanced at Cheng Haoyu who was gradually falling asleep and nodded slightly: "Okay, you stay with my brother first, and I will come up when I am done. If there is anything, call me in time."
"I understand." Xinyi nodded in response.
Then Brother Mao turned and went downstairs. Zheng Xinyi gently interlocked her fingers with his and said softly, "Haoyu, don't worry. I will definitely find a way to cure your illness and let you recover your memory as soon as possible. If you are destined not to recover your memory in this lifetime, it doesn't matter. I will still be by your side and accompany you until we grow old."
At this moment, Fang Biying frowned and coughed lightly a few times. She felt her mouth was dry and her body was extremely lacking in water. She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze fixed on the water cup on the table. She had no strength in her body. She walked clumsily to the kettle, picked up the kettle with trembling arms, and drank from it directly while holding the kettle.
After drinking the water, Fang Biying felt much more awake and full of strength. She looked at herself in the mirror and was stunned. She subconsciously reached out to touch her cheek, frowning and widening her eyes. "Is this me? How did I become so miserable?"
Then her eyes fell on the broken vases on the ground, her pupils dilated, and she became panicked. She turned her head suddenly, her eyes fixed on the wedding bed, and her mind subconsciously began to replay the unbearable memories of last night, and her mind was full of Liu Si's disgusting face.
His breathing became rapid, and he stroked his chest with both hands, crying silently.
"How is the eldest lady?" Mr. Fang asked with red eyes. It seemed that he had not slept all night. After a night of rest, he felt much more energetic and had the energy to care about Biying. Just last night, he didn't even have the energy to care about Biying.
"He's been in a bad mood. He didn't even let me clean the house yesterday, and I guess he didn't touch the food either." Someone from the theater came over with the food and said.
Mr. Fang sighed softly, took the food from her hand, and waved to her: "I'll take it to the young lady, you go and do your work first!"
As soon as the words fell, the people in the theater turned and left.
Mr. Fang stepped forward and knocked gently on the door. After a long time, no one responded. He put his ear to the door and listened carefully to the sounds inside. Soon, he heard Biying crying.
In desperation, Mr. Fang had to push open the door regardless, and sure enough, Biying was sitting on the stool crying.
Mr. Fang put the food on the table and looked at Fang Biying's haggard face. As a father, he felt heartbroken.
"Child, don't be sad, everything will be over. Believe in your father, everything will be over." Mr. Fang put his comforting hand on her shoulder and said.
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