Jiang Jiu looked at him sideways, perhaps because of the blood loss, she was sleepy quickly, and in less than five minutes, she fell asleep on the pillow.

Wen Xili sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Jiang Jiu's pale face in the light.

The last words that Lin Dan said to him came to his mind.

"Build intimacy."

"It's also a type of desensitization treatment."

"It may help her alleviate her post-traumatic stress disorder."

*

Wen Xili leaned on the sofa, and suddenly felt a violent vibration on the bed, he woke up suddenly, quickly turned on the light, and saw Jiang Jiu struggling on the bed with his eyes closed and short of breath.

I don't know when, her face was already covered with sweat, and her hair had been stuck to her skin with cold sweat, this was the first time Wen Xili had seen Jiang Jiu fall into a nightmare up close, \b her eyes were closed, screaming silently, like a prisoner on the verge of death.

Seeing that the wound on her hand that had just been stitched up was about to break open, the man reached out and pressed her weakly struggling hands, then took the unfinished glass of water from the bedside table and splashed it on Ginger's face.

"Ahh

Jiang Jiu exclaimed, and opened her eyes suddenly, her eyes showed a trace of confusion in the light, and she looked at the void above her head without focus, until Wen Xili spoke, "You have a nightmare, Jiang Jiu." ”

"......" Jiang Jiu's chest rose and fell violently, more cold sweat poured down from the corners of her forehead, she seemed to finally see Wen Xili's face clearly, slowly blinked her eyes, and called his name in a breathy voice: "...... Western Rites. ”

Wen Xili leaned down and looked at Jiang Jiu's face face up close, his face was reflected in her helpless pupils, Wen Xili asked softly, "How are you now?" ”

“…… You let go of my hand first. Jiang Jiu said reluctantly.

Wen Xili looked at her face, as if sensing something, let go of her wrist, and took a step back.

Jiang Jiu slowly sat up from the bed, she propped herself up, like a rusty machine, her movements slow, and her face became more and more pale.

Wen Xili stared at her, his expression becoming more and more solemn.

“…… Am I scared you? She looked up, smiled weakly at him, and ran her fingers away the cold sweat that ran from her forehead to her chin.

I'm afraid she has no idea how ugly her smile is now.

Wen Xili turned around and walked outside.

Jiang Jiu looked at his back, suddenly panicked in his heart, and subconsciously lifted the quilt, about to chase after him, "Xili!" ”

Her voice was filled with trepidation and despair.

She had seen her own sick appearance, that distorted expression, more terrifying than a ghost, Wen Xili saw it, and it was normal to hate her.

The secret she didn't want Wen Xili to know was told to him by Lin Dan, and her fear and inferiority complex made her tremble gently when her feet hit the ground.

If Winciley asked for a divorce on this basis, she couldn't even say why she would refuse him.

She is mentally ill, and there is no law in this world that says that Wen Xili must live with a madman for the rest of her life.

Wen Xili walked to the door, saw her stumbling down, frowned, turned back, grabbed Jiang Jiu's thin shoulder, carried the person back to the bed, and asked in an unkind tone, "What are you running out of bed for?!" ”

Jiang Jiu grabbed his sleeve tightly, she raised her head, looked at him uneasily, and asked, "Xili, where are you going?" ”