Yi Jingheng looked at the water trail, lowered his head, and silently picked up the cup and put it back on the table. He whispered, "Are you hungry?" ”

Jun Bi didn't answer Yi Jingheng, just looked into the distance with those empty eyes, and stubbornly continued to ask, "What did you do with him?" ”

Yi Jingheng looked at Jun Bi calmly, and said quietly for a long time: "He is dead." ”

Junbi's heart stopped suddenly, but soon her reason returned, dispelling the sudden panic and anxiety. But her fingertips were still cold and trembling slightly, "I don't believe it." ”

Jun Bi just shook his head, and there was no hysteria as Yi Jingheng imagined, or the fierce scene of crying and grabbing the ground. Except for those blind eyes, she looked terrifyingly calm.

Yi Jingheng pulled the corners of his mouth and found that his face was a little stiff, "Believe it or not." He stood up from the side of the bed, his tone as calm as ever, as if he was just stating a fact that could not be changed, "Since he is in front of you, he will naturally not survive." ”

Yi Jingheng remembered the scene he saw when he arrived, and a sense of revenge surged in his heart.

Jun Bi turned his head slightly, as if he was discerning Yi Jingheng's direction. The bright sunlight outside the window shone in and fell on Junbi's pale face, but it couldn't illuminate the dark eyes, "All this, you did it?" ”

Yi Jingheng looked at Junbi condescendingly, and did not deny it, "Yes." "He's been waiting for this day, since many years ago, and he's been waiting for it.

When Jun Bi heard this, he suddenly laughed. She smiled inexplicably, which made Yi Jingheng have a trace of doubt on her face. "I really shouldn't have met you in the first place, and I saved you again." She finished laughing and sighed deeply.

Yi Jingheng listened quietly, still silent. Junbi didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he dragged the quilt, groped and lay down, and closed his eyes.

Yi Jingheng stood quietly at the head of the bed for a while, until he heard the sound of even and long breathing, he gently stroked Junbi's hair and turned to leave.

As soon as the door closed, Junbi slowly opened his eyes. She didn't believe Yi Jingheng's words at all, Su Jingheng must not be dead. Since the system did not remind the end of the task, the target person must still be alive, although it may also be that the target figure of "Yi Jingheng" is still there, but Junbi still firmly believes in his judgment.

As for why Yi Jingheng kept her, Junbi would not have the illusion that he was attached to her and wanted to get her. Thinking about it, if she is not used as a bargaining chip, or as a means to torture Su Jingheng, she has other use value.

Junbi raised her hand and touched her hair, and found that the wooden hairpin that Su Jingheng gave her was still there, and she felt inexplicably relieved. She plucked the wooden hairpin and held it tightly in her hand, as if only in this way could she feel a trace of warmth and make her feel that she was not alone.

This is the first time Junbi has experienced the feeling of blindness, and the world as black as ink really makes people feel vulnerable and helpless.

In the following days, Junbi stayed in this room all the time, and there was a special servant to serve her, but he never said much to her.

Junbi gradually adapted to the life of losing his eyesight and began to walk slowly around the room. She pays attention to the water and food in her mouth to make sure that there is no smell before eating. But if Yi Jingheng really gave her any colorless and tasteless medicine, she couldn't do anything.

During this period, Yi Jingheng came to see her a few times, and occasionally chatted with her for a word or two, mostly asking her how she was doing, while Junbi would only sit quietly on the edge of the bed, looking into the distance with empty eyes. Yi Jingheng was not annoyed by Junbi's ignorance, and still raised her deliciously and deliciously.

The servant who served Junbi seemed to be a gourd with a sawed mouth, and the two of them could stay silent for a day.

In addition to adapting to today's environment, Junbi is also trying to discern where he is and whether there is a possibility of escape. But when I think of my eyes now, there is a sadness.

On this day, for some reason, the original servant who served Junbi did not come, but was replaced by a new person. This newcomer is very enthusiastic, and his delicate and crisp voice is like a yellow bird.

As soon as the new maid saw Junbi, she chirped and talked non-stop, praising her for her beauty, and saying that Yi Jingheng treated her well, and as she spoke, the meaning of her words changed a little. What is it to keep Yi Jingheng's heart while she is young and beautiful, what Yi Jingheng doesn't mind her perfect body, she should be grateful to Dade......

Junbi has been holding back, she has long said that she will not have anything to do with Yi Jingheng. When the servant blurted out "Mrs. Aunt", the anger that had been pent up in Junbi's heart finally erupted, and she said sharply with some trembling: "Don't call my aunt Mrs. ”

The servant didn't seem to hear it, and thought that Junbi was embarrassed, and grinned: "You're ashamed, aren't you?" The fifth master loves you so much, you deserve ......"

Before the servant could finish speaking, Junbi suddenly turned his head sideways. Her eyes were staring deadly, and her pupils were gray.

When it is quiet, with Junbi's beautiful face, the godless eyes add to the beauty of sorrow. But now she was in a state of extreme anger, and her empty eyes were like a pool of lifeless stagnant water, and the servant was afraid for a while, and she couldn't help but shrink back.

"Get out." Junbi gritted his teeth and said.

The servant seemed to want to do something more, but Junbi raised the hairpin that he had been holding in his hand and aimed the sharp end in front of her with unmistakable accuracy. She screamed and staggered out of the house.

Soon after the new servant ran out, the old one was sent again. She still didn't talk much, only reminded Junbi when it was time to eat or drink medicine. Junbi is much more comfortable.

Junbi was still the same as before, lying by the window in a daze, sitting all afternoon. The servant stood quietly aside. When the sun set, Junbi stood up, and under the service of the servants, he ate, drank medicine, washed, and finally lay down on the bed to rest.

Jun Bi heard the door close gently, holding the hairpin in his hand, curled himself up in a small ball, and wrapped it firmly in the quilt, like a wounded little beast, using all means to hide himself.

After a while, Junbi gradually fell asleep. Since her body recovered a little, she was no longer tired and tired all the time, and in such an environment that could not reassure her, her sleep became very light, and she felt very sensitive, and almost the slightest movement would wake her up.

It's still the same tonight. Just when Junbi was half-asleep and half-awake, the door that was originally tightly closed was slowly pushed open, and a slight friction sound was found.

Almost instantly, Jun Bi woke up and squeezed the hairpin in his hand tightly.

The pace of the visitor was deliberately light, he walked to Junbi's side, was silent for a moment, and slowly leaned over. The aura on his body had already betrayed him.

Yi Jingheng stroked the side of Junbi's face, his palms were a little hot, and his palms and fingertips were covered with rough calluses.

Jun Bi endured it and didn't move, and the palm of his hand was densely sweaty, holding the hairpin wet and sticky, but he didn't relax at all.

After a moment, Junbi felt Yi Jingheng's breathing getting closer and closer to her, so close that it touched her cheek. She suddenly reached out and slapped her face so hard that she almost used up all her strength.

Hearing only a crisp snap, Yi Jingheng was beaten to the sidelines, and his cheeks hurt hotly.

Junbi's hands trembled slightly because of the excessive force, she carried the hairpin behind her back, her godless eyes looked quietly ahead, and a pair of beautiful eyebrows frowned tightly.