Chapter 940

Xu Jiamu gurgled and returned the cup back to Yang Sisi, while stumbling out of the bathroom .

When she caught up with him, he was already lying on the bed . She held up the blanket, but just as she was going to tuck him in, she heard him murmuring, "Sisi… Where can I find another you?

"Sisi . . Don't go, stay . .

"Sisi . . . You promised to stay with me, don't leave me . . .

"Sisi . . . Sisi . . . "

Yang Sisi tightened her grip on the blanket .

Even though he was calling her name, Sisi, why did it seem as though it wasn’t her he was calling?

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The next day, Xu Jiamu woke up with a splitting headache .

He was still dressed in the same set of clothes from the day before, but now it was crumpled and reeked of alcohol and cigarettes .

He frowned, entering the bathroom to take a shower . When he came down to find food, he saw Yang Sisi setting out the plates in the dinning area .

Xu Jiamu stilled, slowly remembering that Yang Sisi was at the door when he came back the night before .

"You're awake? Come have some food . " She smiled at him brightly .

Xu Jiamu entered the dinning area silently, pulling a chair for himself .

The television in the dinning area was airing a variety show about historical poems . Yang Sisi waited a while, but when Xu Jiamu continued to sit in silence, she couldn't help asking . "Jiamu, what's your favorite poem?"

Xu Jiamu chewed on his food slowly . When he swallowed it, he replied, "Xiangsi . "

"Huh?" Yang Sisi stilled .

"Red berries grow in the South, when Spring comes, I hope that my love would bring more branches, for it is a symbol of love . " Xu Jiamu hated poetry and literature, the only poems that he knew were the ones he was forced to learn in elementary school and "Xiangsi" .

Yang Sisi smiled . "I like that poem from Wang Wei too . "

Xu Jiamu continued his meal in silence .

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After breakfast, Xu Jiamu received a call and headed to the study room .

Yang Sisi remained in the kitchen, clearing up and brewing coffee . When she brought the coffee up, Xu Jiamu was still on the phone while he typed on his laptop .

She placed the coffee on the table, but instead of leaving, she stared at him for a while before catching sight of his signature on a document . It was flashy but elegant at the same time .

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After Xu Jiamu hung up, he saw Yang Sisi writing on the sofa while sipping on her coffee . He asked, "What are you writing?"

"I'm writing my name . " She raised the white paper . "When I saw your elegant signature, I decided to practice mine as well, but I can't seem to make it look good . Could you help me design one to make it look better?"

Xu Jiamu nodded, agreeing to her request .

Yang Sisi stood up, bringing the paper and pen over to the table .

He picked up the pen and started to write on the paper . After writing "Yang Sisi" several times, he still couldn't find a way to make it look good .

As he wrote, she suddenly spoke up . "Jiamu, I'm not called Song Xiangsi . "