Junbi knocked over another plate of food. The servant was used to it, and silently picked up the scraps on the ground.

When the maid walked out with the broken porcelain piece, she happened to meet Yi Jingheng who was coming over, and she hurriedly bowed and saluted.

Yi Jingheng's eyes swept over the things in the servant's hand, pursed his lower lip, and asked, "She still doesn't eat anything?" ”

The maid cautiously glanced at Yi Jingheng and nodded.

Yi Jingheng waved her hand and told her to step back. He walked straight to the room where Junbi lived, pushed open the door, and smelled the smell of food, and there was still oil on the floor that had not had time to be cleaned up.

Junbi looks thinner. She had large, godless eyes, gray as if they were hiding a heavy haze.

Yi Jingheng's gaze fell from Jun Bi's pale face to her arms, which were already extremely thin, almost only a layer of skin covering the bones.

"Why, you don't even bother to do superficial work?" Yi Jingheng has changed, and he is no longer as silent as before. Although Jun Bi, who had lost his vision, couldn't see his expression, he could clearly hear his high spirits from his tone, and he seemed to feel that he had succeeded.

Junbi leaned against the edge of the bed and sneered, "I pity you." ”

Yi Jingheng's arm was originally casually placed on the table, but at this time, his hand suddenly clasped the tabletop, and his knuckles turned white because he pressed too hard, and the desktop made a slight sound, "Really?" His eyes became darker and deeper.

Yi Jingheng put down his hand, hung down on the side of his leg, and trembled slightly, "So, do you want to see a more pitiful person?" ”

Jun Bi's ears moved slightly, his empty eyes turned around, and he found Yi Jingheng's direction very accurately, "What do you want?" She knew very well that with Yi Jingheng's character, it was impossible for her to meet Su Jingheng without purpose.

Yi Jingheng laughed lowly. He paced, slowly walked in front of Junbi, sat down and looked at her at eye level, "Don't want anything." ”

Yi Jingheng reached out and wanted to touch Junbi's cheek, but she reacted very quickly to open it. Yi Jingheng was not annoyed, but just stroked the back of the hand that was hurting, his voice was low and empty, implying an indescribable smile, "This is my charity to you." ”

Jun Bi casually draped a piece of clothing, supported by the servant, and followed behind Yi Jingheng. It was the first time she had walked out of the room in a long time, and her steps were a little vain because she hadn't eaten much, but the fresh air outside still shook her spirits.

Junbi smelled the faint fragrance of flowers, the sun shone warmly on his body, and the wind on his cheeks was extremely gentle. She felt so truly alive that she wasn't huddled in a cold room like a walking corpse all day, wrapped tightly in a quilt.

Yi Jingheng walked ahead unhurriedly, and there were footsteps of others on both sides, and Junbi guessed that it should be his attendant. They walked in a zigzag way for a long time, until Junbi heard the sound of chains dragging and unlocking, and she knew that it had arrived.

There is no sunshine, no breeze, no smell of flowers. There was an extremely cold chill in her face, mixed with the smell of damp and rotten musty, which made Junbi frown, and a somewhat worried look appeared on her face, Su Jingheng ...... Locked up here?

The maid was obviously a little scared when she saw the gloomy environment around her, but Yi Jingheng motioned to her and asked her to help Junbi go down. The servant swallowed his saliva, and his scalp was numb, but he didn't dare to disobey this Fifth Master Yi's order. When he went down the stone steps, Junbi walked one foot deep and one foot shallow, and accidentally broke his foot. Ignoring the pain in her ankles, she groped her way to the cell door, touched the cold railing a little helplessly, and muttered in her mouth, "Master, grandfather......"

Su Jingheng, who was semi-unconscious, heard Junbi's voice in a daze and woke up suddenly. He opened his eyes, and through the dim light of the fire, he saw Junbi's slender and almost thin figure, clutching the railing, calling to him.

Su Jingheng subconsciously wanted to rush over, but the shackles on his body were suddenly retracted, and when he was about to touch Junbi, he imprisoned him again. He opened his mouth silently, and there was not the slightest sound in his throat, so he could only look at Junbi.

The shackles rubbed against Su Jingheng's wrists and ankles, and he didn't care about the turned flesh, but his eyes were filled with red, reflecting despair in the firelight, and he couldn't speak anymore. He stretched out his hand, and was blocked by an iron chain half a meter away from Junbi, unable to reach it no matter how hard he tried.

Yi Jingheng looked at the two of them, one was blind and the other was dumb, how ridiculous and pathetic, he suddenly felt that the depression in his heart suddenly dissipated a lot.

Yi Jingheng walked over from behind Jun Bi, looking at Su Jingheng with a resentful face with an indifferent expression, as if looking at a dying and struggling ant, "Xiao Qi, your current expression is what I want to see." ”

Jun Bi heard Yi Jingheng's words, and also heard the sound of chains dragging and even smelled a strong smell of blood. She couldn't see what Su Jingheng looked like and what she had experienced, but her intuition told her that he was definitely not much better.

Junbi slapped the railing hard, "Master, master, what's wrong with you, can you tell me?" Her voice was hoarse, even mixed with a hint of crying. What made her even more terrified was that she couldn't see now, her body was weak, not only could she not do anything, but she was also powerless to resist.

And Su Jingheng may have been seriously injured, otherwise why didn't he say a word. Junbi is not afraid to face death, but at least she needs to know how Su Jingheng is.

Yi Jingheng looked at Junbi with a complicated gaze, compassion, joy, and hatred, and he couldn't sort it out for a while. He glanced at the attendant beside him, and the attendant would pick the lock.

Junbi heard the cell door open, and Yi Jingheng grabbed her arm violently and pushed her in. She staggered and fell to the ground.

Su Jingheng hurriedly helped Junbi up, grabbed her hand, and held her tightly in his arms. The smell on his body is not good, mixed with strong saltiness, and there is a world of difference from the one who once lived an extraordinarily delicate life.

But Junbi didn't care about these at all, she climbed on Su Jingheng's shoulder, and the tears that had been stored for a long time burst the embankment in an instant, and the big ones rolled down, wetting his clothes.

Waking up again after the car accident, this is the first time Junbi has cried. She choked and stroked Su Jingheng's face, slowly outlining his face in her mind. Su Jingheng's hair is a little sticky, it shouldn't have been taken care of for a long time, and he has a circle of gauze wrapped around his forehead, and the injury hasn't healed after so long.

Su Jingheng looked at Jun Bi's empty eyes and looked in the same direction in a daze, groping on his face with only a slightly cool palm. He gently held Junbi's cheek, reached out and shook it in front of her eyes, and she couldn't see it.

Su Jingheng seemed to be in disbelief, and carefully observed Junbi's pupils, the eyes that were once full of affection like autumn water, but now they were like jade that had lost its luster, shrouded in a layer of clouds. Her eyes were full of tears, but there was no trace of the former look.

Su Jingheng's eyes were brewing with a violent storm, and he looked at Yi Jingheng with a gaze that was extremely hateful enough to kill. He gritted his teeth, grinding between them.

Yi Jingheng didn't care, and walked to the prison door calmly, looking at them with a smile on his lips, "Xiao Qi, you should thank me, if it weren't for me, she might have died." And those eyes were just a small price he was asking for.

Su Jingheng couldn't speak, so he could only stare at Yi Jingheng with eyes full of strong hatred, as if he wanted to cut him with a thousand knives, drink his blood, and eat his flesh.

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