Jiang Ci looked at the woman in front of him, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and he suddenly didn't know what to do with the person in front of him.

"See me smiling, okay?" Chu Jiaojiao asked, holding back herself from rolling her eyes.

Jiang Ci still didn't speak, but looked at her eyes becoming more and more silent and deep.

Chu Jiaojiao was stared at by him, only feeling that the expression in those peach blossom eyes was sad and helpless, he was a high-ranking actor, why did he show such a look.

couldn't help but lick her lips, Chu Jiaojiao's voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing him, "Jiang Ci, what's wrong with you?" ”

"I'm fine." Jiang Ci walked to a wall, staring at the white reflective wall, and the smile drawn at the corner of his lips was a little sarcastic, "Chu Jiaojiao, let's go!" ”

"Uh." Chu Jiaojiao didn't expect him to suddenly let her go again.

"Let's go." Closing his eyes, Jiang Ci's voice became colder.

"Oh." Chu Jiaojiao got out of bed and turned back three times in one step, but she never saw the man turn to look at her.

She quietly closed the door, stood at the door in a daze for a moment, and asked uncertainly, "System, is Jiang Ci really okay?" ”

"Host, frankly I'm not sure, he's a multi-faceted personality, and it's not surprising that it's not normal occasionally." Probably because he didn't want Chu Jiaojiao to feel too uncomfortable, the system comforted him, "You don't have to worry too much, at least he doesn't have suicidal thoughts now." ”

"That's what you say, but I always think it's weird." Chu Jiaojiao wanted to ignore the trance in her heart, but she couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

Why did Jiang Ci want to see her laugh? What does her smile mean to him?

"Shouldn't I have smiled at him just now?" Thinking of this, Chu Jiaojiao had some regrets.

In fact, it's okay for her to smile, she shouldn't go along with his thoughts, after all, he is sick, and there is no way to measure him with common sense.

"Host ......"

"Alright, let's go back and rest!" Knowing that there would be no results if she continued to stay here, Chu Jiaojiao left dejectedly.

After the woman left, Jiang Ci's figure moved slightly.

In the quiet room, you can hear the sound of silver needles falling.

He stubbornly stared at the white wall, his eyes as if he were pierced by the light, and the curvature of the peach blossom eyes was even more like being stabbed by a sharp blade.

He gently stroked the tail of his eye, and could feel some unevenness, unlike the smooth skin next to him, because there was an invisible scar hidden there.

Nearly, his eye was gone.

Almost he became blind.

Walking slowly, he bent down to pick up the wallet on the bedside table, then pulled out a yellowed photo inside, and muttered, "Why?" ”

The woman in the photo smiled lightly, but Jiang Ci never found any meaning of happiness in her eyes, sadness, loss and hatred.

The Adam's apple rolled slightly, his hand clenched the photo tightly, and the scene of that day appeared in his mind.

The woman holding the fruit knife pressed his small body, her expression was terrifying, and she was different from the usual gentleness when facing him.

She complimented him on how good he looked when he smiled, and she made him laugh a lot.

But now, she was going to stab him in both eyes with the fruit knife that glowed with a clear cold light.

"Ah Ci, we don't want these eyes, my mother will still love you, and my mother will always be your eyes."

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