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A string of zeros.

It looks dazzling.

She counted them.

Can't believe it.

Counted again.

Still can't believe it.

After the third time, Shi Xiahe was sure.

1 million.

She stood in front of the cash machine and took a breath.

"Oh my god..."

What does Qi Yanci do?

Give her a life card casually, which contains 1 million.

She had been forced into desperation for 8,000 yuan for medicine.

And for some people, there were so many zeros in their cards that she had to count them three times before they dared to confirm.

Shi Xiahe took out the card and carefully put it into his bag.

At that moment, she had another vague understanding of Qi Yanci's identity.

This man was far more complicated than she imagined.

At half past five the next morning, Shi Xiahe stood at the door of the master bedroom on time.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door.

Qi Yanci's deep voice came from inside.

"Come in."

Shi Xiahe pushed the door open and went in.

Qi Yanci's bedroom was bigger than she imagined.

Dark gray, black, cool white, almost no excess color visible.

The sky was still dark outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the heavy curtains were only half-opened. The entire space was quiet, restrained, and had a sense of oppression.

Just like Qi Yanci, he was so cold that he didn't have any extra warmth.

Qi Yanci was leaning on the bed.

He was wearing dark gray pajamas, with the collar slightly open, revealing a cold white neck.

There is a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose, which is a little less sharp than usual, but a little more distant and gentle.

He held an original foreign language book in his hand, his slender fingers pressed on the pages, his profile had deep lines, and his eyebrows were cold.

Even though he was just sitting there, it looked as beautiful as a painting without warmth.

Shi Xiahe walked over cautiously.

"Mr. Qi, you can lie down."

Qi Yanci closed the book, took off his glasses, and put them on the bedside table.

He didn't ask any questions and lay down on the bed.

Shi Xiahe dragged a chair to the bedside, washed his hands first, then warmed his fingertips with warm water, and then began to press the acupuncture points on his head.

With the previous experience, she is more stable this time.

Place your fingertips on your temples, Yintang, and Baihui, apply very light pressure, and slowly spread it deeper.

Qi Yanci still had his eyes closed at first, with a slight frown on his brows.

But it didn't take long for the tightness to dissipate little by little.

The room was quiet except for his breathing which gradually calmed down.

Shi Xiahe sat beside the bed, moving very gently.

More than an hour later, Qi Yanci fell asleep.

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