Chapter 947

But Huo Baiyuan didn't open his mouth again. He didn't promise or refuse. He just looked away indifferently, walked around Song Lishu and stepped upstairs.

Song Lishu looks back at Huo Baiyuan.

What does she want to say to him tomorrow?

She told him that it was not her wish that she married him. She didn't do anything to get into his bed. She told him that the half year when he disappeared was to stay with her.

Maybe, maybe not.

In fact, she just wanted to sit with Huo Baiyuan in the sweet smelling dessert shop again.

Hope Huo Baiyuan can change back to her a yuan for the last time.

In the morning, song Lishu got up early, opened the wardrobe and looked at the scattered clothes inside. It seemed that he had nothing to choose.

She came to Huo's house empty handed. She didn't go out, and she didn't buy any clothes. She only had a few clothes of different seasons, which she wore repeatedly.

But in the end, song Lishu changed into a light pink dress.

She put on light make-up, combed her soft hair neatly and spread it on her shoulders. Her face was sunken in the mirror. Even with make-up, she was not beautiful.

She packed up early and sat by the bed doing nothing.

She had no appetite for lunch until the afternoon when song Lishu went out ahead of time.

She first went back to the rental house, took out the iron box from the cupboard, put a diary in the iron box and locked it, then stuffed it under the bed.

Song Lishu, standing at the door, can see the narrow rental house at a glance. She and Huo Baiyuan once lived here.

Song Lishu grasped the water cup and turned pale. He quickly stepped back two steps. He tripped over his heel and sat down on the steps. He looked embarrassed.

What is Huo Baiyuan thinking? What kind of way to make her die?

murder? accident?

Song Lishu felt as if he had become a prisoner and was on trial for death.

Maybe, she will never see the sun tomorrow.

Song Lishu didn't drink any water, so he almost ran back to his room.

She slumped on the cold ground, empty cup fell to one side, she held her head tightly with her hands, feeling that the torture in her heart was far greater than that in her body.

Gradually into autumn, the weather began to cool.

Song Lishu is lying on the bed, turning over the calendar on her mobile phone. One of her arms is as thin as a pole, covered with skin and bone, and has no meat at all. Her cheeks are deeply sunken, and her eyes are dark.

The most obvious manifestation of the deterioration of the disease is that she has no appetite to eat. Sometimes she is hard stuffed and will be vomited out. Her body starts to ache inch by inch, which makes her almost unable to sleep. Her weight drops rapidly, and even her breathing is weak.

Song Lishu's eyes are fixed on a certain date in the calendar.

It was her birthday, just a week later.

Last year, before her birthday, Huo Baiyuan recovered his memory. It's a pity that he didn't live with him.

This year... OK?

It should be her last birthday. She wants to be happy and have a more meaningful life.

On the eve of my birthday.

Song Lishu is lying on the bed, turning over the calendar on her mobile phone. One of her arms is as thin as a pole, covered with skin and bone, and has no meat at all. Her cheeks are deeply sunken, and her eyes are dark.

The most obvious manifestation of the deterioration of the disease is that she has no appetite to eat. Sometimes she is hard stuffed and will be vomited out. Her body starts to ache inch by inch, which makes her almost unable to sleep. Her weight drops rapidly, and even her breathing is weak.

Song Lishu's eyes are fixed on a certain date in the calendar.

It was her birthday, just a week later.

Last year, before her birthday, Huo Baiyuan recovered his memory. It's a pity that he didn't live with him.

This year... OK?

It should be her last birthday. She wants to be happy and have a more meaningful life.

On the eve of my birthday.