Chapter 411

Rather than stare at the final draft, she looked at it for a long time, starting from every detail, and at the end of it, she suddenly stood up and rushed out.

Su ye, who was lying on the bed, opened her eyes at the moment when she went out. Because she couldn't move, he looked at the door with long and thin eyes. Then he picked up his mobile phone and called the bodyguard who was monitoring Ning Ke.

She would rather go out of the hospital and take a taxi to the place where she will stay after returning home.

She pushed open the door and rushed to the safe in the room. Kneeling on the ground, she entered the safe code "1102", took out the manuscript of "wind", picked up her mobile phone and looked at the picture carefully.

Every painter has her own style. She specializes in painting these years. She wants to imitate her sister and help her finish her wish. She knows her sister's painting style very well.

The final drawing of bloom 2 is very similar.

Prefer to look at the mobile phone, squat down, two slender legs stretched out, she fell into meditation.

Why is it so similar?

She thought of meeting for the first time, the woman gave her that familiar feeling, and then saw the final drawing Do you mean

Rather, she quickly denied her ideas.

Should be she imitated the elder sister 's painting, only then obtained Huo Beichen' s favor?

After all, if it's a sister, why don't you recognize her?

My sister disappeared eight years ago!

She won't come back.

As soon as this thought came out, a kind of boundless desperation, like air, penetrated into her body from all directions. She slowly arched her back, hugged her knees, and gathered herself into a small group.

She just wants to take it alone, doesn't want to breathe, doesn't want to think

The whole world was darkened. There was no one, no voice. There was nothing but desolation before her eyes. She had only one thought: why am I still alive when my sister is gone?

Why?

What's the point of her being alive?

Just as these thoughts were about to completely occupy her mind, her cell phone suddenly sent out a harsh ring.

It's better to look up in a daze. There's no focal length in a pair of eyes.

She took a long time to settle down.

The cell phone rings again and again. It seems that if she doesn't answer, she won't give up.

She took a deep breath and took out her mobile phone from her pocket, which was flashing with the words "Su Ye".

Rather seems to have finally found their own ideas, she finally answered, Su Ye's voice came: "where are you?"

Rather than slowly put the drawing back into the safe, she lowered her eyes and quietly replied, "I'm going back now."

Hang up, rather stand up slowly.

Suddenly she got up, her head a little dizzy.

The emaciated body was a little shaky, but at last it stood firm.

She would rather walk out with her head down. When she passed the porch, her eyes fell on some medicine bottles there. Her steps were tiny, which suddenly sounded. She had not taken any medicine for several days.

No wonder I was so desperate.

It's better to think of it here, stretch out your hand, pick up the medicine bottle, and pour out the medicine before you find that the bottle is empty.

It's better to stretch her chin. She's not talking. Put down the bottle before going out.

When I went downstairs, I saw Su Ye's bodyguard driving a black Volkswagen, waiting for her.

Better to get on the car and suddenly say, "go to Yuxiu garden."

Why does that woman draw the same picture as her sister? She needs to know it face to face.