Who would raise a villain as a wife?

He Yunjing had no intention of staying any longer, he just picked up the person and left. He knew that the heroine would not do that, otherwise, how could she be called the heroine of a sad novel?

An Xi hugged He Yunjing's neck tightly. He stopped crying and just felt depressed, with no extra emotions at all.

He Yunjing didn't let him indulge in that kind of emotion. He took An Xi to the empty room on the fourth floor, held a tablet and asked him to choose furniture. He could order whatever he liked.

As for the placement of the furniture, An Xi pointed out that he was planning and measuring right beside it, and was busy almost the entire day.

In the evening, after An Zhi came out of the shower, she wiped her hair and looked at He Yunjing who was standing on the windowsill smoking. Was she going to live with him?

An Xi was not sure. Now that his leg was healed, what would happen if they continued to sleep together?

During the day, He Yunjing also said that she wanted to get along with him as a lover. Was that what he thought?

He didn't dare to ask, so he could only sit down and wipe his hair. It was a bit long and not easy to dry.

He Yunjing finished smoking a cigarette and came over, using a hair dryer to blow his hair.

The hair is obviously malnourished, yellow and dry. It really is a problem of nutrition.

He thought so and tried to figure out how to enlighten An Xi, but he didn't know that An Xi was already getting restless.

He felt that it had nothing to do with He Yunjing, but he couldn't help being nervous. His mind was full of those images, stimulating his nerves over and over again, and soon extinguished his courage.

Watching He Yunjing go into the bathroom to take a shower, An Xi quickly walked out of the room, looked around for a while, opened the door of a room and hid inside, threw herself into the closet and curled up.

He Yunjing didn't see anyone when he came out. He walked around the room and looked in every corner, but didn't see anyone.

Ran?

He Yunjing went into the study, turned on the surveillance camera and took a look, confirming the room that An Xi went to.

He didn't rush over. Was he afraid of him? Or was he afraid of what he might do?

He Yunjing thought for a while, then walked to the door of the room and knocked a few times.

no response.

He Yunjing raised his eyebrows and moved the doorknob. It wasn't even locked? Wasn't that a bit too stupid?

But when He Yunjing entered, he didn't see anyone. It was an empty room, no one lived there, but it was very clean.

There was no one on the bed, the bathroom door was open, and there was no sound at all.

He glanced around and his eyes fell on the big wardrobe. It seems that people with autism like this kind of closed and small space. When encountering problems, they will want to hide and shrink into it.

He Yunjing squatted down in front of the closet and tapped with his fingers, "Ah."

There were chaotic breathing sounds coming from inside, as well as the dull thud of bodies accidentally bumping into the cabinet, but there was no sign of anyone trying to come out.

He Yunjing didn't intend to open the door and force the person out, he just asked him, "Are you scared?"

An Xi didn't say anything. He hugged his knees and stared at the closet door, afraid that it would open suddenly, afraid that He Yunjing would pull him out, and even more afraid that He Yunjing would beat him for disobeying.

There were too many insecurities. Even his closest sister could ignore his feelings. What about He Yunjing? Was she really good to him?

He Yunjing continued to speak after getting no response, "You are in a bad mood today. I want to talk to you. If you don't want to, you can tell me, but you can't hide secretly. I will be worried if I can't find you. Besides, the space in the closet is too small and it's empty. You will become stiff if you stay there for a night.

Come out and sleep on the bed, okay? You can lock the door if you're scared. You just forgot."

It was a very gentle voice, and every word was accurately transmitted to An Xi's ears. He was stunned, and his hand stretched out unconsciously, but he retracted it when it was about to touch the closet door, and buried his head. He still didn't dare.

He Yunjing had never encountered such a thing before. It was not like this before when An Xi’s leg was injured. He was very well behaved and listened to everything he was told.

Maybe An Yan stimulated him too much, or maybe his leg was healed and she was afraid that he would do something.

In a place like that, He Yunjing knew without much thought how much of a shadow An Xi would feel, and it took a lot of courage for her to take the initiative to kiss him.

He Yunjing could only continue to persuade her, "If you don't come out, I'll get you a quilt. Also, don't keep the door closed all the time. It will be stuffy if the air isn't circulating."

He Yunjing stood up and went to the room to get a clean quilt. He knocked on the wardrobe before opening it and lightly wrapped the quilt around An Xi.

He didn't move to pull An Xi, but half-knelt in front of the closet and said to the person inside, "Go to bed if you're tired. Remember to lock the door. I won't come over."

He Yunjing handed him a cell phone and said, "Don't let your mind wander. If you can't sleep, just check your phone. If you have anything, send me a message."

He Yunjing left only after doing all this, and he was very considerate and closed the door of the room.

An Xi raised her head the moment the door closed. There was a gap in the wardrobe, and the light from the room shone through the gap. It was not dark at all.

An Xi hugged the quilt tightly and picked up the phone, feeling strange.

He ran away and hid. He was obviously not behaving well, so why didn't He Yunjing get angry? Instead, he comforted him so gently and brought him a blanket.

An Xi was very confused. He met many people, but most of them didn't like him.

Because he can't talk, is very boring, and always stays alone.

The only ones who were different to him were An Yan and Song Nan. He used to like their elder sister very much, but her sister fell in love with that man and wanted to keep his child.

Song Nan also cared about him very much and learned sign language in order to communicate with him, but he knew that Song Nan's kindness was because of his sister.

Song Nan likes her sister, so she likes him too.

But every time...Song Nan helped An Yan escape, he would leave him behind.

He used to think it was okay, and felt that it was he who dragged An Yan down, which was why An Yan was so miserable.

Now it doesn't seem to be the case, and An Xi can't understand why it is like this.

What he couldn't understand even more was why He Yunjing was so nice to him. Was it not because he was someone's brother, but just because he was him?

But even if He Yunjing liked him, he was afraid. He was afraid of being treated like that and he would feel disgusted.

He was afraid that He Yunjing would lose patience with him one day and hate him like those psychologists and caregivers.

An Xi was very sad. He felt like he had nothing. He wanted to lock himself up, not see anyone, and hide in the closet.

But He Yunjing said that the closet was too stuffy, and his darkness was still broken by this ray of light. It seemed that He Yunjing would never force him to do anything.

So warm, so desirable.

He Yunjing, on the other hand, did not have so many thoughts. He found a psychologist to talk to him overnight and told him about An Xi's general situation, hoping to prescribe the right medicine.

But after all, there is such a layer of separation, so it is difficult for the psychologist to judge. He can only give advice, such as spending more time with him, taking him out to relax, raising some small animals, etc.

It was the same as if he hadn't said anything. He Yunjing felt a little disgusted, but still listened to it.

The next morning, He Yunjing knocked on An Xi's door several times, but there was no response. He tried to move the doorknob, but it was not locked.

He raised his eyebrows and went in. When he opened the closet door, he saw An Xi, who was curled up and sleeping inside. She looked so pitiful and small.