As If Married to a Sample Chapter 89

"Miss, the young master is not at the inn. The shopkeeper said he checked out and left last night."

"Leave." Song Lige stared at his eyes that were almost too swollen to open. Holding a handkerchief in one hand, he pressed his eyes. He kept rubbing his eyebrows with one hand. His hands trembled slightly. There were tears on his face.

"Miss. What should I do? Is it better to ignore her and call the doctor?"

"No." Song Lige closed his eyes. Let the tears continue to flow. Paled face. A pair of eyes as big as walnuts. It looks a little weird. It's a bit scary. The clenched hands showed her extreme pain.

Eyes open to the brain. Cried all night. She just felt like her brain was dizzy. Can't think of anything. That uncomfortable feeling. I wish I could rip my brain off.