……

All right.

She underestimated him.

Is it necessary for him to be so sharp?

Or is it ...... He was once secretly trained by the CIA and the CIA?!

Otherwise, how can it be first-class in terms of both brains and skills.

Tong Ran was slightly startled, but her complexion did not change at all, she took two steps to the side, and pointed to the bulge on the right corner of the balcony, "When I climbed down, I was standing here first, and then I accidentally stepped on the air under my feet, and when I fell, my left hand was scratched by the sharp point, and a long and thin hole was scratched...... Then, the blood spurted out......"

Saying that, Tong Ran secretly rejoiced in her heart, fortunately she was fully prepared, and she also smeared tomato juice on the raised place, otherwise it would look too fake.

As she spoke, Monanjue's brows furrowed tightly, and his eyes glanced towards the place she pointed from time to time.

Seemingly, not entirely believing what she said.

He's not such an easy person to deceive, and he's not someone anyone can fool.

In the middle of the night, Mo Nanjue's index finger tapped on the eyebrow bone, and his chin was slightly raised, "Go on." ”

"Then I fell to the ground, and it hurt for a while, and then I wrapped my clothes around the wound, and I endured the pain, and I wanted to go to you and Chen An, and I just went around from this side of the garden," she said and stopped for a while, as if she was reminiscing, "After going out of the road, I met Chen An at the exit, and he helped me stitch and bandage the wound, and I came back to rest, and I fell asleep until just now." ”

After she finished speaking, the man's good-looking peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, "That's it?"

"Well, that's it," Tong Ran nodded, and then lowered his head in a dull mood, his right hand clenched into a small fist, and his words trembled a little, "Actually, it's all my fault, I shouldn't be so impulsive, I should have waited for you in the room, otherwise I wouldn't have fallen, and my left hand wouldn't have become like this...... I won't be able to play the piano again......"

Her voice was very sad, with deep self-reproach and sadness, which made people can't help but block their hearts when they hear it.

Such emotions and cries are not pretended by her.

Because, the left hand is useless...... No matter what it is, whether it is voluntary or not, whoever changes it will definitely be uncomfortable.

Although Tong Ran couldn't be confident that Mo Nanjue would believe her words 100%, at least, the feelings she revealed were true.

It can't be pretended.

Because, it is a fact that she turned over the window, it is a fact that she fell, it is a fact that her arm was scratched, it is a fact that Chen An helped her with stitches to bandage her wounds, and it is also a fact that she will never be able to play the piano again.

Even if Mo Nanjue doubted it, even if Mo Nanjue felt strange, these facts were all in front of him.

And the most important thing is that he doesn't remember what happened last night when he was poisoned, so no matter how much he doubts, it is impossible to remember.

The eraser in his mind had erased the memory of her last night and him from his mind, and no matter how keen and suspicious he was, it was impossible to recover the forgotten memory.

It's as if her hands can't regain the way they were when they were able to play the piano......

Mo Nanjue looked at her and lowered her head, her chin was pointed, and she looked especially pitiful under the halo of dusk, he pursed her thin lips, what she just said was the truth, and the logic was reasonable, he looked at it several times, and it seemed to be like that.