At the moment when Si Wei said his words, An Jing suddenly understood Gu Wei's deteriorating love and crazy possessiveness, and understood why the six years he had been plunged into it had no results.

She may have noticed Gu Wei's abnormal attitude towards her niece as an uncle, she should have noticed it a long time ago.

Si Fang didn't say anything next, because An Jing's stiff body said everything.

"Even if you tell me this, I won't be able to take you out." An Jing didn't look back, and tried his best to calm himself down, "You and I know Gu Wei's temper, I don't want to touch his scales." ”

After she finished speaking, she left without looking back, without any nostalgia.

Si Fang looked at the door that had been closed again, but he didn't hear the sound of the door locking.

She shifted cautiously, her right hand tentatively resting on the doorknob, with a slight shard — the door opened.

An Jing didn't lock the door.

Si Feng forcibly suppressed the joy in his heart, returned to the room and put on a heavy sweater, and then couldn't care about anything anymore, and rushed out of the door.

She wouldn't go to the police station to report the crime, because it was her uncle after all.

She will not return to the county seat to find her parents, because once such a thing is exposed, it will not benefit anyone.

Qin Xiaoran is far away in Germany, Xiaoxiao is also a stranger to her, and the only person she can ask for help now is Jiang Yihuai.

The snow outside was the same as it was two years ago, but she had changed a lot in the past two years.

The more cautious they are, the more they tread on thin ice, the more they will please people, and the more they will slowly become reticent.

She ran through the streets wearing only a sky-blue sweater, her long seaweed-like hair fluttering in the snow and sticking to the dots of snowflakes, attracting the sideways of passers-by.

Si Fang ran all the way until she came to the door of Jiang Yihuai's house.

She rang the doorbell several times, but no one opened the door.

Today is Tuesday, Jiang Yihuai should be at school, and his parents should also be at work.

Thinking of this, Si Fang sat down on the ground a little weakly, his frozen little face buried deep in his palms, and a thin whimper spread in the corridor.

The neighbor on the opposite side couldn't help but be curious to check the situation through the cat's eye, only to see a poor little girl sitting at the door and sobbing quietly.

The neighbors are no strangers to Si Fang, and it is hard to forget such a beautiful girl as long as she sees it once, not to mention that she is a frequent visitor across the street.

"Why are you crying like this?" The neighbor smacked his lips in distress and dialed Jiang's mother's mobile phone.

By the time Jiang Yihuai hurried over from the school cafeteria, Si Wei was already covered with a blanket and leaning against the wall crying so much that he couldn't help it.

The blanket was brought by a neighbor, and she originally wanted to invite Si Fang to sit at home first, but she refused.

Being under house arrest for a whole week will probably be a shadow for her life.

Jiang Yihuai couldn't believe that the person who was alive and well a week ago was so haggard when he saw it again.

"What's wrong with you?" He crouched down in front of her, reached out and brushed her messy hair, the temperature ridiculously low when his fingertips touched his cheeks.

She was still looking at him with those unsparkling eyes, tears rolling in her eyes.

Jiang Yihuai was so distressed that he gathered the blanket on her body for her, "Come, let's go in first and talk about it when we go in." ”

Originally, Si Fang didn't come to school this week to make him suspicious, and now she has become such a lost soul, which further confirms his thoughts.

Gu Wei, that person, is terrible.