The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Late at night, Shen Zhiyu walked outside the door, calmed down, and wanted to have a good chat with Xia Beiqing. He took a deep breath and stretched out slowly, holding the doorknob, but was surprised to find that the door was covered. Locked up.

Shen Zhiyu's heart tightened, knocked on the door twice, and tentatively asked, "Beijing, are you asleep? Why are you doing this? Can you tell me?"

There was no response from the room.

Shen Zhiyu had to choose to give in: "Okay, even if you don't want to talk to me, please have something to eat, okay?"

There was still deathly silence.

The silence, but like countless thorns, stung Shen Zhiyu's heart. He leaned back and leaned weakly against the door panel. His body slid down the door panel and squatted outside the room. In the end, he couldn't hold it. Stopped, covering his face tightly with both hands.

"Why...why do you want to resist me like this."

No matter how much Xia Beiqin became autistic, sensitive and fragile after the accident, Shen Zhiyu firmly believed that he could pry open his heart bit by bit, no matter how hard and difficult, Shen Zhiyu was willing, but...he The most scared thing is his resistance, his avoidance, so that he can't even find the direction of his efforts.

Early in the morning, Hua Yi Nong helped Shen Zhiyu to pack things together. After finishing packing, Shen Zhiyu walked out of the room and knocked on the door.

"Northern, can you open the door? It's time for us to go."

After waiting for a while, there was only a click, the door was opened, and Xia Beiqin sat in the wheelchair behind the door.

When Shen Zhiyu saw him, he curled his lips to just want to speak, but saw Xia Beiqin coldly looking away, pushing the wheelchair and turning away in silence.

The corners of Shen Zhiyu's lips sank a little bit, he walked into the room, packed everything inside, and then walked behind Xia Beiqing, trying to push him out of the room.

Then, as soon as he raised his hand, before he had time to touch the wheelchair, Xia Beiqin pushed the wheelchair towards him and walked towards the door.

Shen Zhiyu's hands froze in the air, and all he caught was the ethereal air. 

The car stopped at the door with all the luggage in the trunk. Shen Zhiyu stood beside Xia Beiqin and whispered, "Beiqin, I will hold you in the car."

Xia Beiqing suddenly grasped the wheelchair with his hands, shook his head and expressed rejection.

Shen Zhiyu's complexion became stiff and at a loss for a while.

"It's better for me to come." Hua Yi concentrated aloud to break the embarrassment, picked up Xia Beiqin, put him in the co-pilot, and then looked at Shen Zhiyu: "Get in the car, let's go quickly."

Shen Zhiyu looked at the indifferent profile of Xia Beiqin in the car, and was stunned for a moment before he withdrew his dim gaze, opened the rear door and sat in.

The car drove fast on the road and soon arrived in another city. The place where Yun resigned was the same as before. It was a small, secluded apartment.

Xia Beiqin was sitting in the wheelchair in the room, facing a large floor-to-ceiling window. The warm sunlight from outside the window shone in and swayed all over him.

Fancy came in with his luggage, and saw him being shrouded in the sun, as quiet as a picture.

"Today's sunshine is really good, right?" Hua Yinong walked over and said in a relaxed tone.

Xia Beiqing stared hollowly out the window, as if he was looking at something, or as if he hadn't seen anything, no matter how strong the sun was, it wouldn't be able to shine into his gloomy eyes.

After a moment of silence, he slowly picked up the pen and paper and wrote on it, stiff, like a machine with a programmed program.

After writing, he lifted the paper.