"I see." Junjun didn't ask again, but there was a light in his eyes, and he turned to leave.

Cen Feng didn't know what he was thinking, so he didn't ask much, turned around and went back to sleep.

Late at night, Junjun stood in front of the kitchen stove and grabbed a fruit knife.

He had been thinking about it for a long, long time, how to not forget her. Today I finally thought of a way that I don't know if it works, and that is to engrave her name on my body.

He is now in the state of his soul, and he doesn't believe that he will use his soul to engrave her on his soul the person he likes, and he will forget it.

In that case, he'd rather not have that body.

He grabbed the knife and carved two words on his left arm very carefully: Cen Feng.

As a soul, it hurts, it hurts, at least he will. When he was choked before, he would also suffocate like an ordinary person, and now, he feels pain like an ordinary person, or even more so.

But he gritted his teeth and held back, he couldn't be discovered by Sister Xiaofeng, otherwise he wouldn't be able to do it.

The only good thing for the soul is that it will not bleed, and he quickly engraved these two words, looked at them with great satisfaction, and quickly lowered his sleeves to cover his wounds.

At the same time, put away the fruit knife so that others would not see anything, and then leave the kitchen with peace of mind.

As a soul, even if he doesn't rest for two days, Junjun won't feel tired and sleepy.

It's not just him, but even the new one who came here today is the same, only because he has just left his body and is still used to sleeping, so he will fall asleep.

Like Junjun, who has been away from his body for a long time, he no longer needs to eat or sleep, he just doesn't want to forget that he is still a person, he still has feelings, and he forces himself to do that every day.

The wound on his arm was still very painful, Junjun stood in the living room, looked at the soul lying on the sofa, and pursed his lips.

Sister Xiaofeng didn't let this guy go to the bedroom, which was good news, but she asked him to give the sofa to this guy, which was bad news.

Without Sister Xiaofeng's sofa, he couldn't sleep.

After hesitating for a long time, Junjun finally dared to enter Cen Feng's bedroom, and in the dark night, he could clearly see her sleeping face.

Since he was not an evil spirit, the Dementor bell did not ring even when he approached.

He walked to the head of the bed, stared at her silently for a moment, and then lay down on the floor beside the bed.

Next to her here, even her arm doesn't hurt so much, and she should be able to sleep.

That night, Junjun had a dream, and just like last time, he dreamed of his uncle and younger brother, as well as a few people running from afar.

But this time he finally waited until the men ran in front of him, saw their faces clearly, and heard what they were saying.

"Lu Zhi, wake up quickly."

"Third Master Lu, why are you still sleeping?"

"Lu Zhi, we will keep your uncle for you, if you don't wake up, I may not be able to help but attack him, don't blame us when the time comes."

"Don't you really want to see us?"

"Lu Zhi ......"

Lu Zhi...... Lu Zhi......

In the dark night, he opened his eyes suddenly, and there were too many things in his mind at once, and it took a long time to clear his thoughts.

It turned out that his name was Lu Zhi, and it turned out that he was drugged, and it turned out that he was ......

The man on the bed rolled over, and the bell on his ankle rang softly, startling the contemplative man.

He came back to his senses, slowly stood up, stared at her, and put his right hand on his left arm.

He remembered everything.

Cen Feng was the girl who saved him on the day of the car accident, the girl who was moved by his heart but didn't dare to show affection.

The reason why I met her was a coincidence and fate. Because he already has her in his heart, he will leave her without defense.

Otherwise, even if it was a wisp of wandering spirit, he wouldn't trust anyone easily.