Jiang Chengfeng was stunned, feeling inexplicably angry, but he didn't break away from her hand, let her pull the position that covered her heart, and only heard her muttering and begging: "Brother Ruting, don't be angry with your father, okay? Don't marry someone else, don't leave Xiaoyue alone, it's so dark, Xiaoyue is so scared......"

Her voice was full of panic and uneasiness, and her washed little face was covered with bruises and abrasions from the beatings, which showed how much abuse she had suffered before, coupled with the fact that she could not hear and see, and the physical and mental devastation had forced her into a madman.

Jiang Chengfeng didn't know how to appease her, just watched her quietly and didn't speak, and after a closer look, this scarred face could still vaguely see her original appearance, the delicate eyebrows and eyes, the straight nose bridge and small mouth, and even the face shape made him very familiar, as well as her voice and name, Xiaoyue, there are really two people in the world who are so similar, the first time he heard her speak, he thought that she was his wife Nalan Xinyue.

"Brother Ruting......"

When he was in a trance, she took the initiative to lean over, stuffed her thin body into his arms, and naturally wrapped her hands around his waist, and cried uncontrollably, snot and tears were on the placket of his clothes, but her mouth was still calling another man's name.

His body stiffened, and he instinctively wanted to push her away, but seeing her pitiful appearance, he couldn't bear it, and finally raised his arm to wrap his arms around her shoulders that were trembling from crying, and patted her back with his big hand, the movement was very stiff, but there was a kind of tenderness that even he didn't notice.

She nestled in his arms, and gradually quieted down, as if she was desperately greedy for the warmth of his body, and she wrapped her arms around him tighter, as if she were afraid that if she let go, he would go away.

He sighed slightly, gently picked her up, and walked to the bedside, as soon as he put her on the bed, she became uneasy again, reached out and grabbed something, and the night pearl that was originally held in the palm of her hand also rolled to the ground, and she was in a hurry to find it, and almost rolled out of bed.

Jiang Chengfeng forced her to sit down, wanting to bend down to pick up the beads on the ground, but her wrist was grabbed by her, her fingers rubbed a string of sandalwood beads on his wrist that looked very ordinary, a trace of doubt crossed her face, but she quickly became dazed, she frowned, as if she was trying to recall something, and then leaned down again, and sniffed and sniffed like a puppy on his wrist, as if she liked the smell very much.

He suddenly realized that perhaps the "Brother Ruting" in her mouth also wore the same string of sandalwood beads as he did, so that he could mistake himself for that person.

Although the feeling of being a stand-in made him very unhappy, there was no point in worrying so much about a woman with an unclear head and being deaf and blind.

He thought for a moment, and finally took the string of Buddhist beads off his wrist, took her hand and wanted to put it on her, but she suddenly withdrew her hand, shook her head and said, "I don't want it, my mother said that this string of Buddhist beads can keep her safe......"

Speaking of this, she became confused again, it seemed that even she didn't know what she was talking about, her memories seemed to be confused, her heart hurt again, her already scarred little face was wrinkled, her teeth bit her lower lip, and a broken moan overflowed from her mouth, and the look of extreme pain made Jiang Chengfeng look inexplicably distressed.

He reached out and pinched her jaw to prevent her from biting her tongue, and he turned around and shouted at the door, "Someone!"

The little girl who was guarding outside hurriedly pushed the door in and asked, "What does the young marshal command?"

"Where's the medicine? He commanded coldly.

The little girl walked quickly to the table, poured a pill from the white medicine bottle on the table, poured another glass of water, and brought it to him.

Jiang Chengfeng took the pill, forcibly broke the mouth of the woman who was struggling in his arms, fed her to swallow, and saw that she was still covering her heart, and her eyes were bursting in pain, he turned his head to look at the little girl who was obviously frightened, and asked in a deep voice, "What about the painkillers prescribed by the doctor?"

The little girl came back to her senses and said in fear: "I was knocked over by this girl just now, and the pharmacy is already frying again, so the slave will go and serve it." As soon as she got her approval, she hurried out of the bedroom and went straight to the pharmacy.

Jiang Chengfeng hugged the woman in his arms tightly, not allowing her to have a chance to hurt herself.

The pill she just fed her was a poison pill developed by Qin Bing for two years to suppress smoking addiction, she had been smoking opium for a short time, and her addiction was not big, and this medicine was just right for her, but her angina pectoris had to be treated with another medicine to relieve the pain.

Today, the doctor said that with her current physical condition, no painkiller would be more effective than opium, but if she was allowed to suck that harmful thing, not only would it be difficult to quit in the future, but it would not be good for the child in her womb, and he hated opium the most, and would never tolerate anyone contaminating this thing under his nose.