He believed that his spirit must be near here.

Even if she is not at Yang's house, she will definitely be able to see him.

She would not be willing to see him suffer, as long as she saw it, she would not have the heart not to come out to see him...

As long as he can wait, he will definitely wait until she appears.

"Yi Haiyin, it doesn't make sense for you to do this, let's leave!" Xia Changyue heard the butler's response and found that when Yi Haiyin was outside the door, two hours had passed.

He was like crazy, only wearing a thin windbreaker, standing in the biting cold wind.

The face that was originally pale and ugly, now there is a trace of death.

He turned a deaf ear to Xia Changyue's words, but stood quietly in the night.

Little snow fluttered from the sky, swirling, dancing, and falling with the cold wind in the night sky.

His short black hair soon covered with snow, and even his carved face was covered with a layer of chill.

The old waiter persuaded him anxiously, but Yi Haiyin became paranoid and would never listen to anyone.

Only Yan Ling can persuade him.

But not at all now...

"Master, you have not had a rest for so many days, and you have come here for a long distance. The weather is so cold, if you stand here all night, you will die!"

"Does she feel distressed?" Yi Haiyin's cold eyes showed a trace of confusion. He didn't look at the old waiter, but quietly looked at the direction of the Yang family's gate. His voice was as soft as a breath of heat from his mouth. Dissipated in the wind and snow.

No one could persuade him, Xia Changyue just stood with him for a while, then turned and walked back.

Yan Chengchi didn't want to stand and be punished by Yang Muya, but Yi Haiyin came to seek abuse by himself.

The gate of their Yang family is really a good place to stop...

There was light snow all night outside, and Yi Haiyin stood in the wind and snow all night.

The next day the snow stopped, and the clear sky revealed a trace of warm sunlight, hanging diagonally from the treetops. The orange sunlight, through the leaves of the plants, jumped on the white snow, with mottled spots of light.

Yi Haiyin's body has become stiff, and the white windbreaker seems to merge with the snow scene.

From a distance, he was like a snowman standing in the snow, with only a pair of black pupils, and he could still see anger...

From night to dawn, all night, no one he was waiting for appeared.

Seeing the sun at sunrise, his cold child pupil turned slightly, as if lost, staring at the sun.

"Ling'er..." She did not appear.

His Linger really doesn't want him anymore.

She said that being with him was too tired, she didn't want to love him...

He will never see her again, can't hold her soft body, watch her smile like a flower in his arms...

There is only one person left in his world.

Yi Haiyin's long figure suddenly fell backward...

"Master! Master! When you wake up, Master, don't scare me! Hurry, send Master to the hospital!" The old waiter rushed forward and ordered the bodyguard to help Yi Haiyin up, and as soon as he got in the car, he drove to the hospital quickly.

In the ancestral house of Yang family.

The same is in turmoil.

"How is Ling'er? Is the person awake?" Xia Changyue was outside the ward, anxious like an ant on a hot pot, walking back and forth, unable to stop for a moment.

Hands kept rubbing.

Yi Haiyin stood outside all night, and Yan Ling stood inside all night.

Two people are separated by a door, but they seem to be separated by a world.