He believed that his spirit must be near here.

Even if she wasn't in Yang's house, she would definitely be able to see him.

She would not be willing to see him suffer, and as long as she did, she would not bear not to come out to see him......

As long as he could wait, he would definitely wait until she showed up.

"Yi Haiyin, there is no point in you doing this, let's leave!" Xia Changyue heard the butler's reply, and when Yi Haiyin was outside the door now, two hours had passed.

He was like crazy, wearing only a thin trench coat, and stood in the cold wind.

The already pale and ugly face is now even more deadly.

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

Light snow drifted in the sky, swirling, dancing and falling in the night sky with the cold wind.

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

The old waiter was anxious to persuade him, but Yi Haiyin became paranoid and never listened to anyone.

The only person who can persuade him is Yan Ling.

But now it's not at all......

"Young master, you haven't rested for so many days, and you've traveled a long way, the weather is so cold, if you stand here all night, you'll die!"

"Will she feel distressed?" Yi Haiyin's cold eyes showed a trace of confusion, he didn't look at the old waiter, just quietly looked at the direction of the Yang family's gate, and his voice was as light as if a trace of heat was spitting out of his mouth, which quickly dissipated in the wind and snow.

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

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

The gate of their Yang family is really a good place to punish the station......

It had been snowing outside all night, and Yi Haiyin stood in the wind and snow for a night.

The next day the snow stopped, and the sky cleared, revealing a warm ray of sunshine, hanging obliquely from the treetops, orange sunlight, through the leaves of the plants, jumping on the white snow, dappled with light.

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

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

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

Seeing the sunrise, his cold pupils turned slightly, as if he was lost, staring at the sun.

"Ling'er ......" she didn't show up.

His Ling'er really doesn't want him anymore.

She said that she was too tired to be with him and that she didn't want to love him anymore......

He would never see her again, he could not hold her soft body and watch her smile like a flower in his arms......

There is only one person left in his world.

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

"Young Master! Young master, wake up, don't scare me! Quick, send the young master to the hospital! The old waiter rushed forward and ordered the bodyguards to help Yi Haiyin up, and as soon as he got in the car, he drove quickly to the hospital.

In the ancestral house of the Yang family.

There was also a war in chaos.

"How's Ling'er? Are people 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.

Keep rubbing your hands.

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

The two of them are separated by a door, but it is like a world apart.