He was tired, sleepy, and weary, and he no longer wanted to think about that person. Qin Yinze slowly closes his eyes, and it will be over.

"Qin Yinze, can you hear me?" Ji Rou raised his hand and shook it in front of Qin Yinze's eyes. His appearance was really scary.

He is clearly in front of her eyes, but she always feels that he is not there, like a body whose soul has been taken away by someone, and there is no difference between life and death for him.