Ling Mei was weak-hearted by him, and poked his arm softly, "It was bitten by ants." ”

Ling Mei paused, and saw that Shi Ziqing was still staring at her, "Okay, I bit it." ”

Shi Ziqing took away her brush and pushed the wheelchair to the table, "I don't want to write for a while, I'll wash the peaches for you." ”

Ling Mei stepped forward, walked up to him and crouched down, poking his knee, "Is there anything wrong with your legs?" ”

Shi Ziqing lowered her eyes and looked at her, "What's wrong?" ”

Ling Mei nibbled on a peach, "I always thought there was nothing wrong with your legs, but they all said that your legs really had problems. ”

The man's pupils were dark and his eyes were clear, and there was a coolness in his eyes, "Little koi, do you care a lot?" ”

Ling Mei didn't know why, and nodded, "I care." ”

Shi Ziqing pushed the wheelchair and took a few steps away from Ling Mei, her tone was a little cold, and she was also a little tentative, "There is a problem, the sequelae left back then cannot stand for a long time." ”

What happened back then, Shi Ziqing did not elaborate.

Ling Mei's focus is not here, she just subconsciously thinks that she may have a solution.

The night gradually deepened, and the candle flame shook gently, shaking out a hazy halo, which warmed the night a little.

Behind the screen with ink bamboo, the voice of the little maid came, "Young master, it's not too early, it's time for you to rest." ”

Shi Ziqing's brush suddenly stopped, the pen was strong, and the ink was deeply smudged on the rice paper.

The waves in his heart covered all his thoughts like a monstrous flood, and the man paused for a long time before asking, his voice a little sour, "What about her?" ”

After reminding the house, he leaned on the pillar and took a nap when he saw that there was no response in the house, and he was suddenly asked, and he was a little confused.

The little maid leaned in the direction of the room for a while, and thought for a while before answering, "Did the young master mean Miss Ling?" ”

The little girl asked herself, she had never seen such a bold and clingy woman as Miss Ling, she only stayed in the arranged wing room for a day, and then ran to the young master's house with a pillow, and she had to sleep with the young master to stop, but the young master who was alienated from everyone was willing to indulge.

The little girl's voice was not loud or small, and it was not a disturbance in such a quiet night, "Maybe I went back to my room, young master, do you need to call Miss Ling over?" ”

Shi Ziqing closed her slightly sour eyes, her plain white fingers were tightly pinched on her knees, her voice was a little low, with a little sleepiness, "No need." ”

The little guy silently leaned back to the pillar where he had leaned against himself.

In the middle of the night, Shi Ziqing slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were gloomy, his fingers gently caressed the position beside him, and there was a self-deprecating smile on his lips.

He didn't know that he had relied on her to such an extent, and without her by his side, he would toss and turn like this.

He asked her today, do you care?

In fact, he was asking her if she disliked it.

He didn't expect to tell her at noon, and she left at dusk.

In that case, it's better to let her go.

Shi Ziqing's eyes fell on his legs, the injuries on his legs were not poison, not Gu, and he didn't know when the time to walk became shorter and shorter.

At that time, he was still young, and his biological mother Qin Chen often beat him, and the young child had bruises all over his face except for his face.

Later, when Shi Ye noticed the matter, he took him away, and he was no longer willing to let Qin Chen see him alone.

At that time, Shi Ye didn't know why his wife, who was once virtuous and virtuous, became such a poisonous woman.