"Victor Collins, the great-grandson of the 10th head of the Gongye family, is specially appointed as the vice president of the Gongye Hospital, and assists the president of Gongye as the director of Kwai to serve as the head of the clan, and the glory of the clan and the light of the clan."

Because Collins had been promoted to vice-president long before the banquet, and he had invited the most important figures in the hospital and the clan, the night was particularly lively in Earlsshire. Ji Yiru took this opportunity to get to know all those people who can only be seen on TV or mobile phones. She is proud that she has now played a role in promoting the peaceful coexistence of the two races, although there are still many people who do not think highly of her.

"Do you feel like he's changed a lot?" Later, while Collins was socializing, Ren Kui premeditated Ji Yiru to the side to speak.

"It feels this way." Ji guessed that it might take a long time to talk to her, so he simply put down the goblet in his hand and took off the white silk gloves.

"Maybe he's not willing to tell you the truth."

"What do you mean?" Ji looked at the master in front of him suspiciously, with a height of one meter eight.

Ren Kui lit a cigarette, took two puffs before he cleared his mind, and said: "He was seriously ill, I don't know exactly when he contracted it, I only know that his illness is commonly known as anxiety disorder." Since last year, I have noticed that something is wrong with him, and he is always the first to get angry when he encounters disagreements in meetings, because I don't care too much about taking over the work of the master. Later, when you came to me, it was I who told him about you, and I only found out that he was being treated, and I heard from the attending doctor that it was the second time he failed to be treated. Later, he experienced another treatment failure, and in a bad condition, it took the blood of 74 blood slaves to stabilize his vital characteristics. Luckily, the fourth operation was successful, otherwise I really don't know what to do with his work. ”

Ji Yiru was shocked when she heard this, she would never have thought that he had lived like this for 97 days. That means that his former crimes were due to so-called anxiety? She remembered the drugged key, where the illness might have come from, and she could clearly feel that he was thirsting for her blood more than ever.

"There is a more serious issue. His situation was unique, the operation would have cost him his life, a total of four surgeries, and his ideal age of death was 136 years old, which was a tragedy for a vampire, but he didn't think so. ”

Everything came too suddenly, and Ji hadn't reacted yet, let alone expressed his opinion. Since coming to this alien island, she has been exposed to a lot of different things, and realizes that many people here have spent their lives defending the living space of the vampires, but they must be cruel to promote each other. The current Collins has also been glorious in the annals of history, but he bought it with his life.

Ren Kui finally left her a sentence: "I know you were in pain last time, but I still hope that you and him can think carefully again, the family needs an heir." ”

After a long time, Ji Cai reacted and walked to the hall blankly. Collins wasn't there, only the butler and a dozen servants were cleaning the hall.

"What about the Earl?" She asked the housekeeper.

"I just sent off my lord, so I should be in the bedroom now."

She turned around and was about to go upstairs, but suddenly a thought, she turned around and asked, "Steward Qi, I want to know what the state of this house was before it was cleaned up?" ”

"Madam, with all due respect, if there is one word to describe it, it is embarrassment."

She didn't ask any more questions, turned around, and slowly went upstairs, but instead of going back to her bedroom, she went to him. Just in time for him to take off his shirt, she could clearly see all the scars on his upper body. He turned around vigilantly, grabbed his shirt and put it on.

"It's ugly, isn't it?" He said inferiorly.

She stepped forward and put her arms around his waist, not disliking him at all, but feeling that the scars accentuated his fierceness. "It's so ugly, you're really ugly in a shirt like this, and you're vomiting blood."

"Can you bear to live with me like this for the rest of your life?"

"For a lifetime"! Her heart ached, remembering that he would die, remembering the gun aimed at him, and she vowed to find the root cause and save him. "I do."

He turned back to face her, took off the stupid shirt and threw it on the ground so that she could see his scars. She placed her hand on the great scar near his heart, where she had felt it that moonlit night. It turns out that he is not some cold-blooded monster, his chest is warm, and the closer he gets to his heart, the warmer it gets. His heart beats fast, and so does she. In such a quiet night, they looked at each other and slowly found the same heartbeat.