Perspiration seeped out on his forehead, and his face turned a frightening shade of white.
Zhuo Yi was startled by his appearance, "Ye, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Si Ye lifted his gaze, his eyes pitch-black without a trace of light, like depths of a deep pool one could not fathom, seemingly burdened with countless profound emotions, deterring anyone from looking directly.
Zhuo Yi hesitated, not understanding why Si Ye was reacting this way.
"Ye, what on earth happened? Since the night before last, you've been acting off."
"I'm fine, don't worry about me." Si Ye stood up, planning to leave.
"Ye, if you're in trouble, you can talk about it, we are all here to help you," Zhuo Yi said with concern.
Si Ye didn't answer, he walked away with heavy steps from Zhuo Yi's villa and drove to the hospital.
He went straight to the VIP ward on the top floor, where Si Chengye had not woken up; he laid there peacefully, as if planning to sleep for a lifetime.