"Why are you here?" Qingge looked at Yan Ling with a vigilant face, his body involuntarily took half a step back, and his eyes subconsciously looked at the old man in the distance, his pupils were full of nervousness.

This is the most high-end nursing home under the company, the security level is extremely high, how did the people in front of them get in?

Is it a single person, or is there someone else coming in with you?

What are you doing here?

Revenge on her?

"Is your foot injury better?" didn't mind Qingge's vigilance against herself, Yan Ling continued to ask to herself.

Qingge suddenly choked.

How could Yan Ling know that she had injured her foot?

That night, she was pushed downstairs and fell into the pool by the person in front of her, because the floor was too high, so even if she fell into the deep pool, she still injured her foot.

But then she was taken to the crew by Ning Ran, except for the first two days when she walked with a limp, she had already returned to normal later, so even Si Yan didn't know about her foot injury.

Can... But why did Yan Ling know?

A shocking thought suddenly rose in Qingge's heart, and the whole person was stunned for a while.

"You already knew I was on the set?" Did you already know her whereabouts?

Yan Ling's face was quiet, and his eyes fell on the stunned Qingge in front of him, and his voice was soft, "Qingge, if you've played enough, it's time to go back to the orphanage." ”

He didn't know how he got over these days.

He only felt that he had lived for a long time, and every day was like a year, but when he calculated it carefully, it had only been more than half a month.

Over the years, he thought that under the tempering of that old man, he no longer had to care about anyone's opinion, but since he was seriously injured by Qingge that night, he realized how wrong he was.

Obviously, the poison on the dagger made the whole person feel like he was in an ice cave, but when he thought of the red tears in Qingge's eyes when he questioned him, he felt even more distressed.

When he thought that Qingge had misunderstood him, and when he thought that Qingge hated him like that, his whole person felt broken.

He knew very well that after he was seriously injured, the old man would investigate to the end, so he specially prepared a substitute for the dead ghost to cut off the old man's desire to continue the investigation, and then endured staying in the hospital for so many days.

Someone once said, don't care about the time, only in this way will you feel that every day will pass very quickly.

So he forced himself not to pay attention to the time.

But the moment when his patience finally came to an end, when he could no longer control the emotions surging in his heart, he realized that there was not even a month left until that night.

He thought that the time was too short, so short that Qingge could not wake up from the bad news of Qingluo's death and perceive the strangeness of the whole thing.

He'll have to wait.

Wait.

Only when Qingge's mood completely stabilized could he explain everything clearly.

But in the middle of the night, when he woke up sweating profusely from the dream of that night's attack and killing again last night, he finally made up his mind to come to see someone.

"Play"?

Qingge was shocked.

She almost killed the guy in front of her, but the person in front of her said she was playing?

Qingge's eyebrows suddenly twisted into a ball, and his tone was cold, "I'll only kill you when I go back." ”

As soon as the words fell, the man's eyes looking at the girl changed slightly.

in the hallway.

The man was silent for a long time.

Finally.

"Qingluo is not dead." Yan Ling spoke slowly.