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He Xuanchen's face suddenly became gloomy, and his aura also underwent a subtle change.

It seemed that he resisted the question.

He quickly pulled the quilt over his good leg.

Yu Ziqing became more and more curious, it seemed that it was a memory he didn't want to touch.

But after thinking about it, he didn't continue to ask.

Anyway, she could see it, even if she asked, this person wouldn't say anything.

She collected her thoughts and said softly, "Lie down and rest. The housekeeper is gone and no one is taking care of you, so don't go back to the villa. Here, you can call someone over if you need anything."

He Xuanchen raised his eyes and looked at her, with a sullen tone, "You want to go?"

Yu Ziqing didn't know if she was dazzled, but the moment he looked at He Xuanchen, he felt sad and helpless, and his whole body was as fragile as glass.

But this feeling was fleeting, so she couldn't tell if it was a hallucination.

At this time, He Xuanchen was sitting on the bed like a piece of ice, the temperature in the air suddenly dropped, spreading around with him as the center.

Yu Ziqing felt as if she was in an ice cellar, and shivered subconsciously.

She said, "I have my own things to do. I would like to remind you that if you don't treat your legs well, it is really possible to become disabled in the future."

He Xuanchen didn't speak, just watched her walk towards the door step by step coldly, his eyes became colder and colder.

It wasn't until the figure walked out of the room and closed the door that he looked away. His eyes were a little colder than usual, with a hint of sadness.

At this time, Qiao Beiran just came to the news.

——Ran: "Boss, how are you? Is Ju Ju okay?"

He Xuanchen replied indifferently, his tone was colder than his expression, "None of them are dead. If you can only keep one, who would you choose?"

—Ran: "..."

——Ran: "You won't fight again, right? Boss, now the matter is clear. She misunderstood that you were going to kill her, and you also misunderstood that she was running away with someone else. Now that the conflict is resolved, everyone can get along peacefully. "

He Xuanchen put down his phone, wondering if it was the sequelae of bloodletting, he felt a little tired.

He was just going to sit on the chair, but he remembered the woman's advice before leaving, so he didn't get out of bed in the end.

He was lying on the soft bed, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open, and his pupils seemed to have flames like swords and swords.

After a while, the eyelids became heavy, and he slowly closed his eyes.

He Xuanchen felt that his soul was suddenly pulled into a black and white world by a powerful force.

He turned back into the seven-year-old boy, standing in front of his mother's grave with many people.

As soon as the screen turned, Grandpa looked at him seriously, "Xuan Chen, your father is a waste, and the He family is counting on you and sister. From now on, you have to learn to be independent, and you have to learn a lot."

"Grandpa, my brother is only seven years old, not to mention we just buried our mother, wait for him to grow up, okay?"

Even though my sister cried and begged, my grandfather remained indifferent.

Grandpa called a few people and dragged him onto the private jet.

More than ten hours later, he was thrown on the road in a foreign country.

He stood alone on the side of the road, looking at the passing vehicles and strange western faces, not knowing where he was going.

Before he had time to be sad, he saw a stuffed metal tank truck rushing towards him in the distance, and a person got out of the truck, and he reached out to fish for him, and pulled him into the truck.

The man also smiled and said, "I picked one for nothing, and I made money today."

He Xuanchen felt his eyes go blurry, and when his vision became clear, he saw a bunch of dirty children beside him.

They are different ages, different skin colors, different genders...

Those children had varying degrees of injuries on their faces and bodies. They huddled, and some were even crying softly...

Suddenly, He Xuanchen heard a voice of nature coming from a distant place, as if calling his name one after another.

It seemed that only he could hear it.

Following the calls, his consciousness was withdrawn from the dream, he opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a familiar woman looking at him with frowning eyebrows.

His mind went blank, and he felt the woman's voice sometimes approaching and sometimes far away.

He couldn't hear what she was saying, but he could clearly see that she was worried.

Yu Ziqing patted his face lightly, "Hey, He Xuanchen! Are you okay?"

The reason why she went back and forth was because she found the medicine prescribed by the doctor in her bag.

When she came in, she saw He Xuanchen lying on the bed and falling asleep.

She even muttered at the time, "I thought I was really not sleeping on the bed."

Then she realized that something was wrong, He Xuanchen frowned, his whole body trembled, and thin sweat oozes from his forehead.

He must be having a nightmare, it must be painful.

I wanted him to continue having nightmares and let him torture himself.

Who made him draw so poorly before.

But after thinking about it, part of the misunderstanding has been solved, maybe the hatred between them is not as deep as they thought.

She hesitated for a while, and found that He Xuanchen still had no intention of waking up.

His whole body trembled even more, as if he had entered a nightmare and couldn't get out.

She sighed and started trying to wake him up.

She called his name many times, and finally waited until he opened his eyes, only to find that his eyes were dull and his consciousness had not returned.

Snapped!
Yu Ziqing slapped her directly.

"He Xuanchen! Wake up! Did you hear me!" she shouted.

He Xuanchen's long eyelashes flickered, and he finally blinked.

Yu Ziqing put her hand on his forehead and said to herself, "Isn't there a fever after bleeding? No."

He Xuanchen suddenly grabbed her hand on the forehead, his eyes flashed fiercely, and with a sudden force, he pressed her hard on the bed.

He pinched her neck with one hand and grabbed her wrist with the other, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and his voice was as cold as ice, "What do you want?"

Yu Ziqing looked at the handsome face of the man directly above, and smiled, "I planned to rape first and then kill, but I didn't expect you to wake up so soon."

Hearing her voice, He Xuanchen's eyes instantly became clear, and the killing intent on his body disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, he really woke up.

He slowly let go of her, got off her body, sat aside with his head down, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Yu Ziqing changed her side-lying position, supported the bed with her elbows, rested her head on her wrists, and asked curiously, "What dream did you have just now?"

He Xuanchen exhaled a turbid breath, and he relaxed, as if the people around him could trust enough and give him enough sense of security.

But he didn't answer, and turned his head to look at her, "Why did you come back suddenly?"

Yu Ziqing pointed to the medicine on the bedside table, "I forgot to give it to you."

He Xuanchen nodded slightly, "Thank you."

His gaze fell on Yu Ziqing's neck, and he found a red pinch mark.

He looked at his hands, then at her neck, pursed his thin lips, and apologized in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."