Ruan Peichen opened the desk drawer, took out a document and handed it to West Elm.
West Elm hesitated for a moment, then finished the document. His eyes fell on the words of the divorce agreement on the document, and he couldn't help but tightly grip the thin paper in his hand.

"It's been signed, West Elm, can you really not give me another chance?"

As Ruan Peichen spoke, his eyes were like lights fluttering in the wind and rain, dazed and dimly flickering.

West Elm was silent for a long time, then put down the file and said, "Forget it."

The three light words seemed to have hit Ruan Peichen with a ruthless fist. Watching Xiyu's leaving figure, Ruan Peichen felt powerless and bitter in his chest, and his tall body seemed to have lost its support. Going down, propping his hands on the table, Ruan Peichen opened his mouth and breathed hard, but his breathing became more and more rapid for no reason.

Ruan Peichen slowly slid down from the edge of the table, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

A kind of panic swept through his whole body in an instant, Ruan Peichen's mind flashed those chaotic fragments many years ago, his mother turned around indifferently, and jumped from the window, the ground was covered in red, so red that it was dazzling.

His father got out of the car, glanced at him, then hugged his sick younger brother indifferently, and then left step by step, leaving him crying in the car alone in despair.

Ruan Peichen's body was trembling violently, his hands holding the edge of the table were covered with veins, but he didn't have the strength to support himself to stand up, and finally fell to the ground, even sweeping all the cups and books by the table to the ground .

When West Elm heard the movement from the study, she was calling home when Aunt Li answered the phone and told West Elm that Nie Xiuer could go out to pick her up now.

Just then there was a loud noise in the study.

West Elm was startled, grabbed the phone and put it on his chest, not daring to make a sound.

After a while, there was no more sound coming from the study. Xiyu felt that Ruan Peichen might be angry inside, so he lowered his voice and said to Aunt Li: "Aunt Li, please ask Xiu Er to pick me up. My address is... ..."

After hanging up the phone, West Elm glanced at the meals on the table, and then went to the bathroom, wanting to take out his clothes to dry and change them. After a while, Nei Xiuer came and saw that she was wearing Ruan Peichen's pajamas. great.

But there were no clothes in the washing machine, and West Elm thought the clothes were still here.

After thinking about it, she knocked on the door of the study, but she couldn't wait for Ruan Peichen's response, so she simply opened the door and walked in.

"Ruan Peichen, where are my clothes?"

After finishing the clothes, I realized that there seemed to be no one in the room.

"Ruan Peichen?"

There is no other door in this study, and she didn't see Ruan Peichen go out just now, why did Ruan Peichen disappear?
West Elm was wondering, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ruan Peichen lying under the table and the cups and books scattered on the floor.

Xiyu gritted her teeth, trying to pretend she didn't see it, but when she turned around and walked to the door, she couldn't help turning her head back, and walked to Ruan Peichen's side.

"Ruan Peichen?"

West Elm stretched out his hand and pushed Ruan Peichen, and found that Ruan Peichen's forehead was covered with sweat, his face was pale, his lips were a little purple, and he looked very seriously ill.

At a loss, West Elm reached out and patted Ruan Peichen's face, and shouted a few more times. Seeing that Ruan Peichen was still in a coma, he had to reach out to find Ruan Peichen's cell phone, ready to call the doctor.

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