Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The cold and unruly eyebrows suppressed the overly beautiful appearance.

With the danger of being extremely aggressive like a wild beast.

The atmosphere in the conference room was solemn.

After the alert sounded, his cold gaze fell on the mobile phone beside him.

He glanced at the information above, and then stood up.

Picked up the phone and said nothing.

gone.

Leave suddenly.

Everyone in the conference room was relieved.

They all breathed a sigh of relief, pulled off their ties, and slumped down on their chairs.

"That news couldn't have come at a better time."

One of them couldn't help but say.

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Mr. Roderick returned to his study.

Holding the phone, looking at the message sent.

After looking at it for a few times, he probably felt uncomfortable again. He lowered his head and pressed his temple, which was starting to feel swollen and painful again.

This situation has been going on for several days.

He had a severe headache since he woke up.

It was like someone was hitting my nerves with a hammer, it hurt, it hurt so much.

At one point it hurt to the point of tinnitus.

There are always inexplicable fragments flashing through my mind.

Fragmented and extremely blurry, yet giving people an extremely strong sense of familiarity.

He closed his eyes and opened them again.

With calm and indifferent eyes, he quietly stared at the photos sent to him on his phone.

The more I looked at it, the more painful it became. The pain was unbearable.

It's like something is about to burst out.

Like a volcano erupting.

Can't control it.

I could have ignored it.

But if you don’t look at it, you will feel extremely empty.

Always want to do something.

Subconsciously, go clean the house and put away the clothes.

It's almost like crazy.

He doesn't even know what he's doing.

I wanted to clean it up, but found something was wrong.

I don't know what's wrong.

Just looking at the empty room, I felt like nothing was right.

It shouldn't be like this.

His subconscious told him so.

I just didn't tell him what was wrong.

His eyes fell on the phone screen, and the faint light reflected his dark eyes.

The tightness and pain in the nerves still didn't go away.

It's getting worse.

More fragmented images flashed through his mind.

His cold and beautiful side face was pale, and he slowly leaned on the seat.

Closing his eyes, even though his body was extremely uncomfortable, his face and eyes were still calm.

Suppressed, suppressed.

Fragments of memory emerged intermittently from the depths of the nerves, hiding away like a naughty child.

You can feel it, but you can't capture it.

Really annoying.

After a long time, he opened his eyes.

His extremely dark eyes looked straight ahead.

The cold white slender fingers were slightly curled and lightly clasped on the armrest of the chair.

Once, again, and again.

Infinitely peaceful, eerily quiet.

The coquettish Higanhua who had been accompanying him seemed to sense something.

Floating lightly.

One of the petals floated and fell.

It was like a woman's gentle, watery hands, gently, softly and silently soothing his constantly turbulent and unbearable soul.

The tense nerves finally showed signs of relaxation as the petals fell.

Very comfortable, soothing and comfortable all over.

It's like wandering among the clouds, rolling and refreshing.

However, the memories that kept flashing back were also silently receding.

It could soothe him and relieve the pain in his body, but it couldn't help him think about it.

After the physical pain dissipated, those fragments of images that were too broken to be grasped also disappeared at this moment.

Nothing is left.

There was nothing in my mind.

Extremely empty.

It helped him, but it didn't seem to be helping at all.