"Wait for me..." The firmness in that promise and the reluctance in that decisive look had made her wait for nearly 70,000 years.
During these 70,000 years, although he was sometimes sober and sometimes confused, it seemed that most of his days were spent in confusion. But it's never easy to waste time when you're awake.
Of course, wine was the first thing she thought of, but then the warmth in Master's words, "Wine is good wine, but don't drink too much, so as not to hurt your body" made her curl up her lips and shake her head secretly.
"Master will be angry when he wakes up and knows that I didn't listen to him. Next time, he won't get me drunk with peach blossoms." Bai Qian thought to herself, her cold hands unconsciously touched Master's even colder cheeks, her fingertips trembled slightly, and the mist in her eyes surged up for unknown times, accumulating more and more, and finally fell on Mo Yuan's heart that had stopped beating long ago.
When she was tired, she bent down and lay softly on Master's chest. Although it was cold, it gave her an inexplicable sense of security. She closed her eyes with confidence and murmured in her little mouth, "Master, Shi Qi really misses you. Shi Qi can't hold on anymore, Master..."
His consciousness gradually faded, and in his sleep there was only the man playing the piano and looking at him with a doting look on his face.