Ye Ming walked in first. She looked at Yan Bai's pale face and felt a little powerless. Yan Bai helped her a lot, but from beginning to end, she had nothing to help Yan Bai. Even if she was sick, she could not share one or two. If she could, she hoped that Yan Bai's pain would transfer to her, so... would be fine.

As she spoke, she placed everything in her hand on the table beside Yan Bai's bed. Wen Youchen at the door stood at the door and had not passed by for a long time. He felt that Yan Bai was too dangerous. It would be better not to contact him. It was just that some things were not decided by themselves. For example, now, Wen Youchen smiled and finally walked to Ye Ming's side, put the thing in his hand on the table, patted Ye Ming's shoulder, and spoke with a smile.

"Ye Ming, you seem to have forgotten something, right?"

"Okay, Wen Youchen, thank you for helping me carry things. I can do it myself. You can leave now." Ye Ming didn't like men's touch very much. No matter who touched it, he would feel a little disgusted in his heart, but Wen Youchen was a little exception. He was as bright as the sun, and it seemed not as dirty as those men. She wanted to touch it but didn't dare. That's all.

It is precisely because of this that she didn't quite understand why Wen Youchen always talked to her.

"It's very hard for a woman who is too stubborn." Wen Youchen didn't say anything, as if he was already very accustomed to Ye Ming's attitude, and he automatically retreated aside. He just happened to meet Ye Ming and brought Ye Ming here. But he didn't expect that Ye Ming was visiting Yan Bai. If he had known it, he wouldn't have come to kill him. Just as he was thinking about this, Wen Youchen's eyes stopped on the two sheets of paper on the table.

"This..." I took out the paper and looked at the familiar style on it, and the picture depicted in a pencil, frowned tightly.

Wen Youchen's action suddenly attracted everyone's eyes, including Yan Bai. Yan Bai glanced at the paper held by Wen Youchen in his hand, and all of them were drawn with pencils. The two paintings seemed to be no different. One was a girl lying on the bed in the ward, and the sun was tilting in, and the other was the same as the girl lying on the bed, but there was another person, a person sitting on a stool painting, with only his back.

Another thing that makes people feel strange is that this painting seems to have been changed many times, and the lines can be vaguely seen in some places, but the face is always simple and has not been drawn. I don’t know if I don’t want to draw it or... I dare not draw it.

"Bai Mo has been here?" Wen Youchen asked subconsciously, and then he felt that what he asked was nonsense. As long as Yan Bai was, Ji Baimo would definitely go back. This was like Ji Baimo six years ago. It was a pity that everyone he met was people who had no feelings and no conscience, and was destined...

"What is this?" Yan Bai captured the expression on Wen Youchen's face and spoke.

"Bai Mo's words have always been a habit. He painted the same person but never painted his face. And..." Wen Youchen blurted out without thinking too much. When he said this, he suddenly realized something was wrong. He didn't say anything more, and put the paper on the table.
Chapter completed!