Ni Jian stared at her for a moment, then retracted his gaze, looking at the hazy light and shadow in front of the car: "Yixi...... Your idea is a little naïve. The parents of the time domain are not existences that you can ignore if you don't care. ”

Song Yixi's hand turning the ring stopped slightly and looked at her.

Ni Jian didn't say anything more, Wen Shiyu came.

The man's slender figure pulled the door open and bent over to sit in, and as he moved, the cool breeze of the night seeped in.

"Went get something, so long."

Wen Shiyu didn't answer, grabbed Song Yixi's fine white and soft hand and held it, and said to the driver who just came in, "Drive." ”

The voice is low and the tone is cold.

She glanced at him.

When he arrived at home, Ni Jian stopped Wen Shiyu and said softly: "I brought you a gift, but I haven't had a chance to give it to you, do you have time now?" ”

Under the light, her facial features are gentle and serene.

Song Yixi said to Wen Shiyu: "Then I'll go upstairs first." ”

……

Song Yixi took clean clothes to the bathroom for a bath, and came out to find Wen Shiyu sitting on the single sofa in the bedroom, with a gift box on the table in his hand, which he hadn't even opened.

Hearing the voice, he looked at her with a deep, dark gaze.

Song Yixi's heart beat faster when she saw him look at her, her hair was a little wet, she wiped it with a towel, hung it around her neck, and walked in front of him: "Why do you feel that you are not very happy when you come out of the hospital." ”

Pinching his ears, she smiled: "What's wrong?" ”

At this angle, Wen Shiyu raised his head to meet her clean eyes, and after a few seconds, he dragged her over and hugged her.

Song Yixi frowned slightly, his strength was very strong, and his shoulders and back were a little painful when he pressed them.

"Time domain?"

After a while, he looked up. When he met his eyes, his pupils were as dark as the night, and he looked at her deeply.

"What's wrong?" The smile in Song Yixi's eyes couldn't help but fade.

It took half a minute for Wen Shiyu to speak, and his voice was a little hoarse: "It's nothing." He let go of her and got up: "I'll go take a shower." ”

“……”

Night.

Wen Shiyu hugged her over, Song Yixi slept in a daze, feeling him hugging her, she rubbed his chest: "If you have something unhappy, you must tell me......"

Wen Shiyu hummed in a low voice, his hand caressed her protruding butterfly bone, and the woman in her arms was so thin that it was distressing.

He reached out and pulled her slightly messy hair behind her ear before gently hugging her.

The doctor's words still ringed in his ears.

“…… Miss Song is not sick, but poisoned......"

“…… The initial diagnosis is that it is a rare neurotoxin, the patient will have headache symptoms in the early stage, and then the symptoms will deepen, and it is not ruled out that various problems such as hallucinations will occur, and most importantly, in the later stage, this toxin will also affect the normal function of the body...... This is what we often call a vegetative ......."

“…… Of course, this is only a preliminary judgment, whether it is the kind of toxin or not, and we have to wait for the specific test results to come out......"

The yin owl oozed out of his eyes little by little, and Wen Shiyu's gaze was staring at the thick night outside the window, and the crazy killing intent could no longer be restrained.

When he got up the next morning, Song Yixi found that Wen Shiyu was no longer around.

She rubbed her eyes and went downstairs to find someone.

In the living room, the sun was just right, and Ni Jian was sitting in a wheelchair, looking up and talking to Wen Shiyu.

The morning light poured down, and her face looked delicate and beautiful.

The man heard footsteps in the stairwell and looked up.

"Yixi, are you awake?" Ni Jian followed his gaze and smiled.