The moon hung high in the sky, and the silver light illuminated the ground.

Bai Nuan stood at the door, looking at this tattered place, her brows tightened, and before she could push the door open, she heard the sound inside, faintly.

She immediately pushed the door open, and the scene made her stunned at the door.

An Yang was half-kneeling on the ground, her body was bruised and purple, and there were blood stains, and the wounds on her arms turned outward, and there were four or five wounds just as she could see.

He held a knife in his left hand and pressed it against Song Zhengyang's mouth, and Song Zhengyang was half-lying on the ground, with blood on his mouth and wounds on his face, and was dragging An Yang's arm, looking at Bai Nuan's eyes, with crazy excitement, a sickly explosion.

Bai Nuan looked at An Yang, her brows furrowed, and her amber eyes made it impossible to see her emotions in this night.

"Bang-" The knife in An Yang's hand slid to the ground and made a sound, and the young man with gloomy eyebrows and eyes just now became flustered and overwhelmed when he stood there, and he didn't even let go of his hand holding Song Zhengyang's hair.

When Bai Nuan walked in front of him only three meters away, he seemed to have suddenly reacted, he let go of his hand, and when he saw the blood on his hand, he immediately turned his back behind him and kept wiping it.

His eyes were red.

was beaten until the flesh fell off, but he didn't cry.

was insulted and closed in the black house, but he didn't cry.

He was threatened and persecuted by those people, but he didn't cry......

But now, he's red-eyed.

The corners of his eyes were flushed, and his hands kept rubbing his clothes behind his back, so that Bai Nuan could not see it.

But the back of his hand went over, and the wound on his arm was torn again, and the blood slid down again, making his hand sticky.

The young man's eyes were covered with a layer of water, and his movements became bigger and bigger.

Why can't I wipe it off......

Wipe off the blood, his warmth will see......

Don't be seen...... Don't be seen by Nuan Nuan......

Wipe it clean, just wipe it clean...... Wipe it clean, and Nuan Nuan is out of sight......

His mind was full of this, but the blood didn't seem to be wiped off, he panicked, she was still approaching, he stood up suddenly, stepped back, grabbed the ashes with his hands, pressed them against the wound, and wiped the palms of his hands with layers of dust.

My body was shaking.

When Bai Nuan walked in front of him, he looked at her, with a tentative and helpless look in his eyes, he stretched out his hand: "Nuan Nuan...... No blood...... You're reading ...... wrong."

The voice squeezed out of the choked throat, fragmented, and when people listened to it, they only felt the tip of their nose sour.

"Really...... You see, I didn't do anything bad, I'm very well-behaved...... Look, Nuan Nuan...... Look at me......" He handed her hand, which was still mixed with ash and blood, and his eyes were moist, and he saw that she was only looking at him quietly, and he was flustered.

Like a child who was caught stealing candy, his family didn't want him anymore, so he wiped his mouth desperately, and then told his family that he didn't steal it.

"Bai Nuan, did you see it? The wounds on my body, the wounds he made, my wounds, he cut them with a knife, he is a pervert, the same pervert as me! Song Zhengyang stumbled to his feet, laughing a little maniacally.

"He also wants to cut out my tongue, you know? He wants to kill me, this man wants to kill me! Song Zhengyang said these words like crazy, which stimulated An Yang.

He looked a little dazed, grabbed the knife on Lin, and spoke: "Nuan Nuan, don't look at him, he is nonsense...... I—I'll shut him up...... Don't listen...... Don't listen to ......"