"It hurts."

Fu Nanli glanced at her: "I still know that it hurts." ”

Wen Qiao nodded: "Well, it hurts." ”

Fu Nanli gave her some iodophor with a cotton swab, and tore a band-aid to wrap her: "Be careful in the future." ”

Wen Qiao replied sullenly: "Well, I know." ”

Wen Qiao felt a little strange, when Shen Ning said that she couldn't control her emotions before, she didn't believe it, but just now.

She tried to think about it, and she seemed to be a little greedy for that violent aesthetic and wanted to see more blood.

Once this thought formed in her mind, it startled herself.

How could she have such a thought?

The first twenty-two years of my life were never in such a mood.

She couldn't understand why, all of a sudden, her emotions couldn't be controlled by herself.

There was such a little injury on her hand, but Fu Nanli's every move seemed like she was half-paralyzed, and she personally helped her take a bath, and then wrapped her in a bath towel and carried her back to the bedroom.

Fu Dashao, who hadn't seen him for a month, was inevitably enthusiastic, and Wen Qiao did physical exercise for a while, but he forgot some of the unpleasantness before for a while.

Thinking about it, maybe it's because I'm worrying about it.

Late at night, Wen Qiao shrank in Fu Nanli's arms, with a sense of belonging and security, so that she could forget some troubles for a while.

"Are you alright?"

Wen Qiao snorted lightly: "There's no reason why my body is made of paper after the operation, right?" ”

Fu Nanli's chuckle came, and his breath was warm, which made Wen Qiao's ears itch, "I'm afraid that if something happens, I will be separated for a longer time, I can't stand it." ”

Wen Qiao wrapped his arms around his waist: "No, we won't be separated again." ”

This sleep is long, Wen Qiao didn't dream much before, and the quality of sleep is very good, especially when Fu Nanli is around, it is even brighter at night.

But this night, I had several dreams, and the dreams were darker and bloodier than the other.

She dreamed of the yellow hair, and in the dream, no one pulled her, and she beat the yellow hair to death, and she beat the person to death with her bare hands.

Yellow fur lay in a pool of blood, staring at her with wide eyes.

There are passers-by watching, and there are different opinions.

"Sin is not unto death, how can it kill people."

"This little girl looks soft and weak, why is she so ruthless?"

"yes, it's terrible, did you see it, the brutality when I hit someone just now was too scary."

At the back of the dream, Wincho could even feel that she was dreaming, but she couldn't wake up, she was trapped in that dream, struggling, hesitating, scared, panicking.

Joel...... Joel ......"

At the end of the crowd, it was bright and someone was standing there, like a guide at the pinnacle of life, and he gently called her name.

The sound was in his ears, and Wen Qiao seemed to see the light of the sea like a drowning man.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes, and Fu Nanli on the side was looking at her with his head propped up.

"Jo'er, have a nightmare?"

It turned out that he was really calling her, Wen Qiao turned his head to look out the window, it was already dark, it turned out to be morning.

Her voice was a little hoarse, and her head was full of cold sweat, "Well, it's a nightmare." ”

"What did you dream about?"

Just now, he heard her babble something, and saw her holding the quilt tightly with both hands, and her whole expression was painful, so he gently patted her face and called her name.

Wen Qiao's mouth was dry, he licked his lips, and his eyes drooped: "I remember it very clearly in my dream, but now I suddenly forgot it all, and I don't know what I dreamed of." ”