When Sikong Lingchuan saw Yun Yiren, he swallowed the dirty words in his mouth, staring straight at her figure, his eyes bulging, and he seemed to think that she was just his Nanke dream.

Yun Yiren opened the window to ventilate inside, and even picked up the blanket he threw on the ground and covered his lap.

His form froze.

The Yunyi person in front of me is me!

Qin Jian also brought her from the island! Realizing that it was not his hallucination, his eyes turned red in an instant, and his pale lips were already dry and spilling blood.

"You have gone to great lengths to keep me under house arrest on the island, and you have managed to get close to me, but because of the way you look, you dare not come to see me?" she asked.

Sikong Lingchuan turned his face, and his angular side was three-dimensional like an ancient Greek sculpture: "Don't worry, I can't die." ”

"Why don't you treat it well?"

"You're worried about me?" he looked at her with his red eyes that hadn't slept all night, "No, you're just here to pity me." But it doesn't matter, at least it hurts when you see me now. ”

The Birth of a Demon......

Yun Yiren didn't speak, just looked at him like this.

"Give me the hat. He pursed his lips, not liking his embarrassment to be seen by her.

"How did you hurt your head?" she asked worriedly.

Sikong Lingchuan didn't speak, his face froze.

Yun Yiren sighed helplessly, probably mentioning his sadness, she didn't pursue it too much, looked around, and didn't put her hat, she asked, "Where is the hat?"

"Nope. You can go and buy it. ”

The tone was light, with a bit of command.

Yun Yiren asked uncertainly, "Do you want me to go out and buy it for you now?"

Sikong Lingchuan pursed his lips, did she listen to whatever he said? If she wanted her to leave him, she would listen like that, and if she wanted her to be with him, it was not a good thing.

"You go out and ask Qin Jian to take a hat. ”

Yun Yiren's eyes looked at the top of his head, and seeing that the top was not yet complete, and the flesh and blood were separated, she said, "Why don't you bandage it?"

"You're going to die anyway, what's the use of bandaging it?"

When did Sikong Lingchuan be so tough? She didn't care much about him, so naturally she wouldn't ask more.

Yun Yiren left the room, and Sikong Lingchuan looked at the sunlight shining in from the balcony.

The Yunyi people who came out did not find Qin Jianyi, but they saw Neil under the stairs, "Sikong Lingchuan wants to wear a hat, do you have a hat here?"

"Yes. But his wound is not healed, and it is not bandaged, and wearing the hat is afraid that it will cause the old disease to return?" Neil was about to get her a hat, but he thought of something, and he said to her again.

Yun Yiren didn't speak, she couldn't say that Sikong Lingchuan didn't want to chat with her at all at this time?

"Miss Yun, why don't you bandage the young master?"

"He won't listen. ”

"He'll definitely listen. Neil said in a firm tone, "Miss Yun, now that the young master is like this, are you still going to refuse my request?"

Yun Yiren glanced at him, "I'm not kidding, he doesn't want to see me now." ”

"You're mistaken. The person the young master wants to see most is you, how can you think that?"

Yun Yiren didn't want to argue with him, and motioned for him to go and get his hat.

Neil came with a hat, but also took a first aid kit, and when he handed it to Yun Yiren, he saw that she was about to go up without saying a word, and he followed behind her, "Miss Yun doesn't want to ask why the young master is injured?"

Yun Yiren's footsteps paused, and his gaze fell on his face, "Why is it hurt?"

"Because of you. ”

When Yun Yiren heard this, he smiled noncommittally.

Blame her for everything, as long as something happens to Sikong Lingchuan, it is because of her, how can she be?

"He can't hold it anymore, and if he goes on like this, I'm afraid he won't live for more than a month. Neil said sadly.

Yun Yiren's face turned pale, thinking that Neil was joking, but when he thought about it, how could Neil talk about Sikong Lingchuan's matter?

Thinking of this, Yun Yiren didn't speak, pursed his lips and looked at Neil.

Neil sighed slightly, "Miss Yun, this is my last request to you. When the young master is dying, he is worried about your thoughts. ”

"Why don't you let him heal?"

"Will he?"

"Why do you say it's because of me?"

"When he came to you, he fell ill and fell from a helicopter and hit a rock. Neil said very tactfully, and did not explain everything on the scene.

Yun Yiren was skeptical, but Neil had no reason to lie to her, she asked, "After you caught me on the island that day, I didn't see him the next morning." Why did he leave?"

Neil glanced at her, probably not expecting her to ask, but he didn't react for a long time.

"Did Shi Qingjiu come to me?"

Neil looked at her with complicated eyes, that look was a little weird, and it was a little unnatural to see Yun Yiren, just as she was about to go up, he opened his mouth, "Could it be that Miss Yun only has Shi Qingjiu in her heart?"

Yun Yiren: "......" Sure enough, she couldn't mention Shi Qingjiu to the person in front of Sikong Lingchuan.

When Shi Qingjiu was mentioned, they all couldn't get used to her and gave her a face. Yes, she can understand, but she can't suppress her desire to know the situation outside, especially about Shi Qingjiu.

"Shi Qingjiu is looking for you, but don't think about going out. Neil gave her a warning.

Now that the young master is ill, not only is she not worried, but she also thinks that Shi Qingjiu will come to her and take her away. Maybe Yan Zhiyun is right, a ruthless woman like Yun Yiren should be dealt with in other ways.

The Yunyi people went up, and Neil wasn't following.

Pushing open the bedroom door, a grunting bloody breath came, making Yun Yiren's brows frown, and he hurriedly walked in.

"Sikong Lingchuan, what are you doing! You're crazy!" Yun Yiren saw him standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, tearing open the threads sewn on his head, and a large scalp and blood stains stained his eyes red, rendering hers.

Sikong Lingchuan's face was terrifying. He stared at her with red eyes, watching her clutch his hands tightly, and he smiled weirdly, "It's me who hurts, and you don't hurt." ”

Yun Yiren was frightened by his appearance.

How cruel did he do to himself? The blood fell thickly, staining his face red.

Seeing her expression, he smiled, reached out, gently pinched her chin, and confided, "What is this pain to me? As long as the pain in the flesh and skin can make me feel better. ”

Yun Yiren didn't cry, but his eyes were red.

She didn't want to shed tears uselessly at this time, but he leaned over slightly, and the scarlet blood ticked like water, falling on her cheeks, blurring, and the smell of rust permeated the tip of her nose, and after all, she shed tears.

How could he do this to himself......

Seeing her crying, this time he didn't feel distressed, but smiled with relief, he reached out and wiped her tears away, but his hands were full of blood.