Yi Jing thought that Shen Xichen was avoiding her.

Or deliberately ignore her.

Finally got Ling Duan's permission, and Yiwen was finally able to get out of bed and walk on crutches.

After a three-week hospital bed life, Yijing can finally feel the feeling of being grounded again.

It's just that there is really a deep and obvious scar on the right calf, not to mention the holes, and it is also covered with bandages, which is ugly. Compared with the wound on the shoulder, the gunshot wound is really a drop in the bucket.

With the feeling of being released from prison, she was able to move around the winding corridor with a cane.

She just wanted to take a look at Shen Xichen's study, and heard that he was back today.

This was the first time he had returned to Shen's house in so many days.

As long as Yiyi thought that she was about to see the figure she was looking forward to day and night, she couldn't bear to be a little excited.

The crutches hit the ground with a "tuk-tuk" sound, and it seemed a little deserted in this deep corridor. Yijing walked towards the study little by little, the closer she got, the more depressed she became, she felt the powerful aura, and wanted to lower the pressure around her.

A few steps away, Yijing took a deep breath and pulled the corners of her mouth to give herself the best psychological hint.

As soon as she took a step, she found that the door lock had been twisted.

Then, the solemn black door showed a crack, reflecting a few rays of light.

Yijing's face smiled even brighter, and she stepped forward in a hurry to pretend to meet the man who came out of the study.

Even at home, Shen Xichen was not willing to dress casually, wearing a crisp black suit, and the clean white shirt inside was revealed from the neckline. Simple dress but with a dignified demeanor, calmly holding his head high. The cold temperament on his body seems to be a little more, like a piece of high-grade jasper fished out of ice water, arrogant and indifferently exuding coldness.

But Yijing didn't notice that there were a few wrinkles hidden somewhere in his suit, his eyes that had sunken because he had stayed up for many days, dark circles under his eyes that wanted to engulf his entire face, and a trace of decadence hidden in his arrogant underneath.

Shen Xichen, who has always paid the most attention to his appearance, actually made this kind of mistake, if it weren't for this depression from the bottom of his heart, how could it be so obvious?

Shen Xichen raised his head and looked straight ahead, walking in the direction of Yiyi.

Yijing straightened up slightly, just about to call him "Ashi".

But when she didn't even say the first word, Shen Xichen ignored her directly, took heavy steps, and walked past Yijing. The corners of her mouth never twitched, she didn't even leave a smile for her, and Yujian, the first time she hadn't seen her for a few weeks, would be so indifferent.

The smile on Yi's face froze, and her heart twitched.

Not because of embarrassment, but because of ...... Even Yiwen can't explain the reason for this feeling.

Shen Xichen's pace is still heavy, never slower because of Yijing, but the rhythm is extremely slow, like a cello solo piece, low, slow, and shocking.

There was no sound when her footsteps landed, as if what she saw was fantasy, and Shen Xichen had never passed in front of her.

The throbbing pain in her leg made Yiyi gasp, and Dai's eyebrows frowned.

She also thought that her voice of approval would attract Shen Xichen's attention, hoping that he would turn around anxiously and angrily scold herself for not staying in the room. But out of the corner of his eye, he saw his all-black figure turn left into the staircase leading to the hall, hidden between the two marble walls, and the faint sound of footsteps was heard.

In the empty corridor, only Yijing was left, and the sound of slight breathing was clear to her ears. Yijing looked at the study with the door closed with empty eyes, no smile or tears on her face, and an emotion that almost collapsed screamed in the bottom of Yijing's heart, indicating that one day, this emotion would destroy her.

With a wry smile, he turned back to his room.

As if deliberately punishing herself for being shameless, she automatically looked for Shen Xichen, and Yijing hid in the new room that Xichen gave her for many days afterward, which was the opposite of him, and as far as the eye could see, it was full of white furniture.

It is still only Ai Wenxin who accompanies Yijing.

Accompanied by Yijing all the time, looking at her empty eyes, feeling her spiritual trance.

Sometimes, Yi Jing can be in a daze while eating, looking at the graceful and luxurious white door, her eyes are blank, and her soul seems to have been taken by someone else, leaving only a shell to survive.

After a long time, he would look down at his belly again, thoughtfully stroking his slightly bulging lower abdomen and feeling sad.

When the sun is shining, Yi Jing will cast her eyes on the gardenias that have withered in the back garden.

The flowering period of gardenias is very short, at most two weeks, and when the time comes, they will wither one after another, and the flowers that were so white that they did not have a single blemish will be stained with withered yellow, and the branches will hang down dejectedly.

Autumn has arrived.

Yijing realized this problem, it turned out that in the blink of an eye, the summer had passed.

It turns out that those days, those years, have long passed.

It is said that autumn is a sad season, and Yijing naturally can't escape this catastrophe.

Shen Xichen didn't long run to Yi Jing's mind to make a cameo, and the cold and evil charm, who was anxious, gentle and arrogant, flashed in Yi Jing's mind.

Yijing has been sleepy lately, and she has to sleep three times a day, and each time she sleeps for a long time. Ai Wenxin didn't dare to disturb her, but preferred her to sleep a little more. Yi's sleeping appearance has become her most peaceful state these days.

She doesn't like to talk lately, and when she's awake, she's either in a daze or eating. Even Wen Xin deliberately played treasure to make her laugh, so she pulled the corners of her mouth perfunctorily, and she didn't smile.

For a long time, Yijing nested in her bed, sitting or lying, but refused to go out of the room, although Ling Duan told her that her legs were already able to get out of bed and walk, but except for going to the toilet, Yijing basically didn't use these legs.

She was afraid of the people she shouldn't have seen, and she was afraid of running into the people she hated.

Yijing is a woman who holds a lot of grudges, a little thing can stir up a lot of ripples in her heart, and then this little thing can make her think about it for a long time, and pull out some whimsical but impossible ideas. Maybe it's her bad habit, she always thinks so much, and she always thinks in a bad direction.

Constantly comforting yourself doesn't help.

Ling Duan sighed heavily every time he helped Yijing diagnose the pulse, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Pregnant women are in a bad mood, which is an act of seeking death.

But his good brother is not much better, every day is either beer or work, does not eat much, does not sleep much, and several times his body almost collapses.

These two people must have to kill themselves to feel at ease.