She turned her head and saw that Feng Yinlian's face was no longer a blank and lifeless look, on that handsome face, what she saw was a look of panic and a trace of pain in his eyes, which made his face a little hideous.

"Yin" She slowly stepped forward, watching his changes she cared more than anyone else, but at this moment she didn't know how to comfort him, because she didn't know what had happened

That day, he only told himself that he was going to Qishan to see the elders, and she couldn't be sure whether he had met some people and was injured after meeting the elders, or whether he had been poisoned by someone else before he arrived at Qishan, and this other person, if she had guessed correctly, thought that only one person could make him suffer like this, and the word she had just uttered made him feel painful, what had happened between them

What she thought in her heart was unreservedly expressed on her face, and she looked at the expression on Feng Yin's face, and only regret was left in her heart.

"Yin, don't think about it, don't think about it, take care of your injuries, I'll boil another medicine for you" Nangong Luojing looked at him steadily, in fact, she wanted to ask clearly, but looking at Feng Yin's face full of pain, she knew that what she touched was not an ordinary wound, that wound grew in his heart, deep-rooted, and could not be touched, as long as she touched him, it was unspeakable pain, for him, she couldn't ask for the time being, and she couldn't touch this wound on his body again.

Squatting down, she reached out to pick up the cracked ceramic, but she was thinking of something else.

She wanted to clean up here as quickly as possible, and then go out, but her movements were not skillful enough, just picked up two pieces and had already cut out two small wounds with her hands, because they were too small, so she didn't feel pain, but no matter how small the wound was, it was always a wound, if the blood that should flow out of the inside would never be good, the outer wound was like this, then, the inner wound was the same

"Yin, you can say nothing, I don't force you, but" a low voice slowly circulated in the room and then paused slightly: "But if you don't say it, your heart will hurt a lot, I don't feel the pain, but I know very well what that pain feels like, so don't hold it in your heart if you have something"

With a few persuasive words, Nangong Luojing continued to pick up the pieces of debris on the ground, the bowl was broken too thoroughly, making it difficult for her to pick it up easily, so she could only let her skin be scratched by the sharp edges.

One, two, three, I don't know how many she picked up in her hand, a few strands of hair fell gently in her sight, and the silver-white brilliance was a little dazzling, but it made her a little more gratified.

There was a little extra weight on her head, and she wanted to look up, but she was stopped by a low, hoarse voice: "Just a little bit"

The low voice was not difficult to hear hoarse and nasal at the same time, and she could only listen to him quietly, because she knew that he was tired, tired and miserable, but she could only endure it, if she didn't say that, how long could he endure it, maybe one day he would force himself to have no way out, covered with bruises, and at that time, it would be too late.

"It doesn't matter how long it takes, as long as you can be good" slowly opened her mouth, her voice was soft, but as soon as she slowed down, she had a particularly soothing feeling that made people listen to it, as if her voice was like a sweet but not greasy medicine, little by little invisibly healing the wounds in his heart, making him unconsciously want to shed tears that he had forgotten how long he had not shed.

Click, click, a drop is scattered on the ground like a string of beads, silent but comparable to a thousand pounds of stones falling to the ground.

At this moment, she couldn't see Feng Yin's face, but she could see the scars in his heart from the hot tears, and any words of comfort could not work at this moment, she knew that crying might not be a good thing.

And so he pressed his forehead against her head, and kept at a standoff, until the tears finally dried up, and could no longer fall, until the wind gently passed between them, taking away some of the confusion of thoughts, and making one sober a little.

At those times, her mind was blank, and the wind blew gently through her ears, bringing with her the words full of sorrow, which made her subconsciously regard it as an illusion, but the next moment, she suddenly looked for a gray tone from her blank thoughts.

After reacting, her pupils dilated slightly, and everything in her vision became blurred, as if the wind in her ears no longer existed, and the world seemed to be really empty and white.

He, what was he talking about, raised his head slightly, this posture happened to be the distance between him and her was only two noses, and she happened to see his slightly closed eyes, and she happened to see the tears on his face clearly.

At this moment, she realized that his tears were so heavy, and what kind of guilt he was carrying, but his own was enough for him.

"Yin" gently brushed his cheek with one hand, and inadvertently she touched the tears, only to feel a hot pain in her hand, and the trembling voice at this moment made her feel so unreal, she didn't believe what she heard, so she wanted to ask for proof: "Why is this the last place between you and him, can you only walk this way?"

A series of questions fell head-on, he looked at the face in front of him so close to him, the bitterness in his heart made him miserable, why did he take this step, this question when Fenglin fell off the cliff, he asked himself no less than hundreds of times, why, why, how did he say, in order to make that secret an eternal secret, in order to protect the person he wanted to protect the most, everything he did not do for himself, he took care of the dilemma of loyalty and righteousness, he finally understood this sentence, and deeply felt the helplessness and bitterness in this sentence。

I just saw that he pursed his lips but didn't speak, just let her hand sweep over his face, brushing away the tears from his face.

Instead of feeling the slightly cool fingertips falling on his face, the pain in his heart spread little by little, so clear that he even felt pain in breathing, and every time he closed his eyes, he could think of the moment when Fenglin fell off the cliff.