dumb queen

In Xiao Jin's drowsy and chaotic consciousness, he suddenly heard a melodious and melodious tune.

The sound of the piano was so familiar that it woke him up from his coma.

After opening his eyes, the surrounding area was still dark, but the sound of the piano still didn't stop, as if he was speaking a thousand words.

Xiao Jin could tell that the sound of the piano was played by Jiaojiao, it must be Jiaojiao!

Xiao Jin propped himself up and sat up, the injury on his body was still painful, he almost passed out again.

But he hadn't heard this piano sound for a long time, he wanted to go outside, maybe he could hear it clearly when he opened the door, as if Jiaojiao was playing the piano for him.

Even though he didn't want to see him, Xiao Jin still wanted to get closer to him.

At this moment, the piano sound suddenly stopped.

Xiao Jin suffocated for breath, looked out of the window, his heart suddenly sank.

The sound of the piano really disappeared.

Xiao Jin felt that something illusory was gradually withdrawing from his body, which made his chest ache unbearably.

He couldn't even hear the sound of the piano, so if Jiaojiao really refused to see him again, what should he do?

Xiao Jin breathed a sigh of relief, stood up from the bed, and wanted to walk to the door.

But it was only a few steps away, and it took him a lot of effort to walk over.

He raised his hand and pushed the door with all his strength.

After the door was opened, there was a figure standing outside, wearing a large black cloak, which could almost melt into the dark night.

The person in front of him suddenly took off the coat and hat from his head, revealing a bright and beautiful face, looking at Xiao Jin with watery eyes without blinking.Xiao Jin thought he was hallucinating from the pain, he slowly raised his hand, and touched the cheek of the person in front of him.

"Jiaojiao, I seem to...see you..."

His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, his face was pale and bloodless, and the piercing coercion on his body had subsided a lot, and he became more distressed and vulnerable.

Xie Chaoge's eyes became hot, and he held Xiao Jin's hand, rubbing his small face against his palm.

Xiao Jin was a little stunned, it seemed that such a warm and delicate real touch was not an illusion, but really delicate.

Because of the violent mood swings, Xiao Jin felt sweet in his throat, coughed a few times, and bent over in pain.

Xie Chaoge hurried forward to hug him, then helped him into the room, and hastily closed the door.

Xiao Jin's weight almost fell on Xie Chaoge's body, Xie Chaoge's petite body struggled to help him to the side of the bed and sat down, letting him lean against the side of the bed

side.

Xie Chaoge saw the white gauze exposed on Xiao Jin's chest, and his eyes had become blurred. He stretched out his small hand, and gently lifted Xiao Jin's robe to take a look.