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Song Jingming didn't sleep much all night.

He carefully looked at Wen Ying, who was scratching on the hospital bed, and held her hand, trying to ease her nightmare.

She was not sleeping peacefully in front of him, with beads of sweat on her forehead and her eyebrows slightly wrinkled. He could fully imagine what Wen Ying was dreaming about at this moment.

Torture, murder.

In fact, he did not expect that Wen Ying would dare to resist.

Song Weiyu was also a little surprised after hearing this. But she said: "Wen Ying is far stronger than we imagined. She has lived in that environment for 20 years, but she can still stick to her heart and is even more upright and kind than most people.

I was originally worried that Wen Ying would feel restricted if she had to live in our circle in the future. It's fine now, I'm not worried at all. She is just an aspen in the Gobi, a cactus in the desert, and a clump of wolftail fern in the rainforest.

Song Jingming, she is a person worthy of your love. "

But Song Jingming didn't think so.

He didn't want Wen Ying to be just a cactus. She had been living hard for 20 years, and now that she was with him, she had to be a special protected plant in Song Jingming's palm.

Paranoid and selfish ideas.

At this moment, he stared at the person on the hospital bed and wiped the sweat from her forehead. He knew that Wen Ying could not live in his hands forever.

So what…

"Wen Ying, if you really want to be a cactus, then I don't mind turning myself into a desert."

In short, she can't escape.

The sky outside the window was filled with white, and there were not many pedestrians on the street. But the inpatient department of a hospital is always the first place in a city to wake up.

Wen Ying woke up. She had been dreaming about killing someone all night. She also dreamed that she was in prison and looked very bad.

Song Jingming came in with a handbag containing newly bought clothes for her.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw her hugging her knees and sitting alone on the bedside. Pain immediately spread from his heart, and he quickly walked to the bedside and tucked her broken hair on her forehead, which was clotted with blood, behind her ears: "Don't think blindly. You don't have to worry about anything while I'm here."

"But Song Jingming, I killed someone."

Her voice was hoarse and shaky.

Then he raised his head from his knees, his eyes full of bloodshot tears. He had been biting his lip for an unknown amount of time, and his lower lip was already pale and blue. Her eyes were confused and she looked at Song Jingming with fear.

At this moment, Song Jingming's mood could no longer be summed up as distressed. But it seemed that all the complicated emotions were rolled into a ball and became very calm.

Fortunately, Chen Fang had already reminded him to pay attention to her stress reaction. So Song Jingming stayed up all night, thinking of ways to solve her problem.

Comfort is useless.

All words of comfort are only from a personal standpoint and are neither light nor serious comfort to the person concerned.

Song Jingming wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, caressed her cheek with one hand, and said seriously: "You killed a criminal who was committing violence against you. Let me ask you, if time went back to yesterday, would you kill him again? "

He thought of his father's cruelty and the cripple's madness.

Wen Ying covered her mouth and cried in pain, shaking her head and saying nothing. But the tears are like water flowing out of a flood, which cannot be stopped. The more she cried, the more heartbroken she became, to the point where she could hardly breathe.

But Song Jingming didn't comfort her, hug her, or wipe her tears.

She just watched Wen Ying tremble in pain without blinking, until she cried for a long time, as if all the water in her body had been drained.

He then let go of his nails that were tightly dug into his palms and asked in a dumb voice: "Then tell me again, if it was me who was hurt yesterday, do you want me to be hurt, or do you want me to resist and kill him?"

Wen Ying didn't cry anymore, she just looked at Song Jingming with red and swollen eyes. She already had the answer, didn't she?

Song Weiyu was right, she was stronger than she thought.

He opened his hands and said softly: "Now, come here and hug me."

Wen Ying looked at him. From the first day they met, his broad and thick embrace gave her an indescribable sense of security. Every time she encountered danger before, Song Jingming took the initiative to hug her. Now, he was waiting for her with open hands.

What's more, if she can't even pass her own psychological test, how can she become a qualified psychologist?

Wen Ying swallowed the feeling of congestion in her heart, threw herself into Song Jingming's strong arms, and held him tightly.

Song Jingming gently hugged her and whispered in her ear in a voice that only two people could hear: "Wen Ying, remember, don't have any psychological pressure. As long as I'm here, no matter what you do, I can do it for you." bear."

Wen Ying knew that this was not a good thing to say. She once felt that there were some people in this world who were terrifying.

But she had to admit that her Mr. Song really gave her a great sense of security at this moment.

Song Jingming let her go and said with a smile: "You are very tired, aren't you? I asked the nurse to bring a folding bed and put it in the bathroom. You go and lie down, and I will wash your hair."

Regardless of whether Wen Ying wanted to take a shower or not, he pulled her to the bathroom.

Wen Ying muttered: "But it's almost 6 o'clock, what if the police come?"

"Then let them wait."

Last night I just wiped my face randomly, and my hair and body were extremely uncomfortable, sticky and dusty. Wen Ying also wanted to take a good wash, so she lay down obediently and looked up at Song Jingming as he rubbed her hair.

He washed slowly and carefully, not letting a drop of water get into her eyes.

After washing her hair, she used scissors to cut up her dirty clothes and throw them away. The scars on the body are more obvious than yesterday, but not as swollen.

Rub and rub, rub and rub. He picked up the uninjured areas and washed them bit by bit, finishing the upper body.

"Spread your legs."

His voice had long since become hoarse, and he had been swallowing saliva to endure it.

Wen Ying shook her head violently: "No, I'll wash my legs myself!"

"No, you have an injury on your arm. What should you do if it touches water?"

Wen Ying closed his knees tightly together and held his hand to prevent him from reaching in.

Song Jingming took a deep breath and looked at the softness of her chest squeezed together. His voice became deeper and deeper: "Classmate Wen, the police will be here if you keep tossing us. And...don't you think the more you struggle, the more dangerous you will be?"