As soon as Ling Zhi woke up and opened his eyes, before he had time to react, Hongxi came over excitedly: "Miss, you finally woke up." ”

The medical concubine was also on the side, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Hongxi said where you were going, but you didn't come back for a long time, and then found that you fainted under a tree, what happened?" ”

"Nothing." Ling Zhitou was still a little dizzy, and he kept thinking about the name on the flower note, including the fact that he was still reciting the name repeatedly during the coma. When I wake up now, my first reaction is, of course, to see if I still want to live up to the name.

As Ling Zhi expected, his brain was blank, and he couldn't even remember a word of the name he had been thinking about when he was unconscious.

Oh yes, and on hand! She remembered that she had a hunch that she would forget the name, so she quickly carved a few strokes on the inside of her arm with the sharp end of the feather, and although she didn't finish it, she should have guessed what it was.

Ling Zhi raised his left hand and found that the wound had probably been treated, and several bandages had been wrapped. She neatly removed the bandage, the wound had stopped bleeding, the scar turned dark red, and under the distorted horizontal and vertical strokes, Ling Zhi saw a bright "day" on the inside of his arm,

Day......

"." Ling Zhi really couldn't hold back, and blurted out a curse.

The medical concubine heard Ling Zhi scolding in modern words, and asked curiously, "What's wrong?" ”

"Nothing." Ling Zhi put down his hand.

"How did you get these wounds on your hands?" The doctor questioned, "This should have been done with a sharp weapon...... You're not self-harming, are you? I don't think you're the kind of person who can't think about it. ”

"It's not."

Ling Zhi picked up her hand again, and looked at the distorted word "day" over and over again, she was sure that this was indeed an unfinished word, but what was the next stroke of the word "day", and which direction the next stroke was in the upper and lower sides, Ling Zhi couldn't figure it out.

She was ...... What exactly do you want to write?

"Does this scarry?" Ling Zhi asked the medical concubine.

"This type of knife mark is usually going to leave a scar, unless you can go back to modern times for laser treatment."

Lingzhi has the feeling of a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

Will there be scars......

Although she can remove scars by laser, when Ling Zhi didn't want to go to the hospital to remove scars in the future, the doctor asked her in a strange tone why she carved the word "day" on her hand, what kind of degraded and distorted taste is this?

Ling Zhi stared at this "word", racking his brain to think about what kind of word it was, there were too many words with the word "day" as the radical, and he couldn't figure out what the word was.

Staring at the word "day" for a long time, Ling Zhi felt that he was about to become a demonic barrier.

She exhaled a breath of turbidity, she simply didn't want to think about it, if she couldn't think of it, she couldn't remember it, she would naturally think about it if she had a fate.

"How long has it been since I was cold?" Ling Zhi asked directly.

"Miss...... Why do you think of the third prince again......" Hongxi looked at Ling Zhi with pity, "The third prince has been dead for a long time......"

Passed away for a long time......

“…… Okay, when I didn't ask. Ling Zhi knew the look of pity in Hongxi's eyes, and it was converted to = the eyes of caring for widows.

She became a widow......???

Exercise! She's only twenty-two years old!

Twenty-two year old widow ......???

Luckily, it's just a dream...... Just a dream......