Judging by the number of times the jailer brought the soup, Ling Luo could probably judge how long time had passed, now for her, time is the most important thing, every minute and every second may be the last hope of life, so she has never stopped condensing her spiritual power, even if her heart hurts so much that she can't stop.

The moist sweetness on Ling Luo's lips never stopped, after every attempt, she would spit out a mouthful of blood after the pain, and by this time she was no longer relying on her strength to work hard, but relying on her spirit to persevere until now.

After the soup was sent for this day, a small piece of light did not disappear for a long time, Ling Luo's attention was not focused on herself for the first time, but stared straight at the meager halo that did not disperse, she bit the tip of her tongue hard, and stimulated herself to wake up with severe pain, not wanting to miss a single opportunity to escape.

The old rusty iron door was pushed open from the outside, making a creaking sound, but Ling Luo felt that it seemed to be the most beautiful sound in the world, and slowly walked into a person from that piece of brilliance, although it was just a silhouette coming against the light, Ling Luo was in a trance sure that he was the Xiao Ziyu he missed in his heart.

Xiao Ziyu didn't know how to describe the feeling he felt the moment he opened the door and saw Ling Luo, that small figure was like the sharpest weapon, piercing his heart like a thousand holes.

Ling Luo, who was already thin and weak, was shrinking in the corner of the room like a small beast at this time, the small face was so thin that people could only see the bright and abnormal eyes, and the dried dark red blood stains on the placket were so dirty that they couldn't see the original pattern of the fabric, but it was bright and bright that Xiao Ziyu frowned.

Xiao Ziyu didn't say a word from beginning to end, he didn't tell Ling Luo how much effort he had put in to save her, nor did he say why he came here, he just walked straight to Ling Luo, bent down and hugged her scarred in his arms, turned around and led her out of this dark and terrifying closed cage.

Ling Luo's nerves, which had always been tense, suddenly relaxed the second he saw Xiao Ziyu, and he fell into a deep sleep in his arms like that, although his cheeks had sunken because of what had happened in the past few days, his sleeping expression was peaceful and gentle, no longer full of despair and pain.

Xiao Ziyu took Ling Luo back to a hidden and safe place, because her identity was really a bit troublesome, all the Jinyu was Xiao Batian's eyeliner, it was not easy to find a place to live here, Xiao Ziyu took a lot of effort to find such a secluded place.

Xiao Ziyu put the sleeping Ling Luo on the bed, hoping that she could take a good rest, after all, in that environment, I am afraid that my mind and body have suffered a lot of blows, and being able to sleep like this can be regarded as a way to recover myself.

Xiao Ziyu wanted to go out and arrange other matters for his subordinates after he had settled Ling Luo, but Ling Luo's hand tightly grasped the corners of his clothes, and his slender and thin fingers were distinctly jointed, looking so cute and pitying.

Ling Luo's eyebrows, who were in her sleep, frowned unsteadily, as if she didn't like Xiao Ziyu to leave her side, Xiao Ziyu's heart suddenly became soft, and the cold and hard aura on his body dissipated like ice and snow steamed by the sun, Xiao Ziyu took back to its original position with such a small hand that didn't actually have much strength, and sat down beside Ling Luo's bed, just quietly guarding this seemingly fragile but extremely strong little man.

Xiao Ziyu found out about Ling Luo's injury, and only then did she know where the blood in her clothes came from, in order to escape Xiao Batian's prohibition, she even did not hesitate to exhaust her life and energy, such a tenacious will may not be able to do it even if Xiao Ziyu herself.

Although Xiao Ziyu rescued Ling Luo, but what kind of existence she is in his heart, Xiao Ziyu is not so clear after all, Ling Luo is indeed a special existence for him, which can make him even ignore the long-awaited freedom, but he still never remembered the past memories of the two of them.

Looking at Ling Luo's calm and stable sleeping face like this, Xiao Ziyu felt that his empty and indifferent heart seemed to be filled, in his impression, Ling Luo had always been chattering like a sparrow, and there was never a bit of gentleness and virtuousness that a woman should have, but when she was lying here silently like this, Xiao Ziyu missed the silly girl who was always cheerful and lively.

"Ziyu ......"

Ling Luo, who was asleep, said the name that haunted her in a daze, and the hand holding Xiao Ziyu's shirt became tighter and tighter, and the beads of sweat on her forehead showed how helpless and painful she was in the dream.

Xiao Ziyu felt a sour feeling in his heart, and his body moved faster than his will, his big hand wrapped around Ling Luo's restless and trembling little hand, hoping to use his warmth to soothe Ling Luo's injured and sad emotions, and even more hope to bring her a stable and reliable sense of security.

"Don't be afraid, there's no danger anymore." Xiao Ziyu's deep and beautiful voice came into Ling Luo's ears at a very close distance, like a warm spring breeze to dissolve all the dark fears, his gentleness and thoughtfulness even frightened himself, although he had never behaved like this, but his body seemed to have his own memory, and made this series of gentle movements smooth and natural, without any pretentiousness.

Xiao Ziyu's big hands have a thin layer of calluses, although they are not as delicate and soft as ordinary people, but they are extremely warm and hot, and they can always cover Ling Luo's cold palms that do not change in all seasons to warm and iron, this feeling is exactly the same as what she remembers, so even if her consciousness is still immersed in the panic and pain of dreams, Ling Luo still feels a sense of security that can make her feel calm.

The uneasiness and panic in Ling Luo's expression gradually dissipated, and his hand no longer tightly grasped the corner of Xiao Ziyu's clothes, but slowed down his emotions, and his thin little hand was quietly placed in Xiao Ziyu's hand, which gradually assimilated from the original cold and piercing bones to the same warmth and suitability by Xiao Ziyu, which made Ling Luo's brows no longer tightly entangled, but gradually stretched out, and slept more and more sweetly.

Xiao Ziyu clearly saw the changes in Ling Luo, and his heart was as sweet and clear as being filled with honey water, a feeling he had never experienced before.