She didn't see Miyachi Ruo for a few days, and it was clear that he didn't want to see her. But whether it is for Chu Li or for her Lan Qingchuan, if Gong Chi has always been generous, there will be no shortage of anything.

But Lan Qingchuan doesn't care about this, and no one cares about this. She wanted to see her Dongyu, to know if her uncle was safe, to find out what the past was all about.

Also, will Gong Chiruo let her go, let go of Dong Yu.

She worries too much, her mental strength is very poor, and she has to be served by others when she eats. She really can't do anything like this.

After the emotions rose and fell, she calmed down, but people became more and more pale and silent.

It had been a long time since she had been so pale and emaciated.

Delin Garden has always been quiet, in this mansion, she is alone, trance can hear the sound of the sun hitting the top of the laurel tree.

The osmanthus flowering period has passed, and only a bunch of sparse leaves are still holding strong green color.

She hadn't heard Dongyu's cry in the house, the child was born prematurely, but she didn't know if she was good enough. She lives here and has never seen Dong Yu once.

The girl comforted her and said that when her body was well raised, she would be able to hold the doll.

She lowered her eyes to see her thin arm, the skin was bloodless, like a fragile vein, where could she hold the child. The girl didn't know how to make her sad, so she blew it cold one by one and fed her the red bean porridge that had just been simmered.

It took more than a week for her complexion to lose her weakness.

The weather is getting cooler, and she has a low-grade fever, which has been getting better lately. The girl had the strength to help her bask in the sun on the couch by the window. She looked up silently, and her whole face was so white that it almost melted into the light.

The girl found clothes and put them on her, and wrapped them in a blanket. She had been commanded to keep a tight lip about everything Delinquen. But when taking care of her, she is extraordinarily meticulous and thoughtful. This is probably also an order, and she did a good job.

Lan Qingchuan looked back at the gloomy past that he didn't want to touch in the depths of his memory, and then looked at the following scenes, and suddenly laughed. What is this, this is the lair of her most hated enemy, and she is in it, obviously avoiding it, but she does not even have the strength to go out, and is favored and cared for by the enemy.

If Gong Chi didn't come to see her, the others wouldn't be in Delin Yuan. In a huge place, only Gong Shu remained.

Gong Shu is a mixed race, and the older he grows, the more he is not smiling. When a face caught a glimpse of her, it was all expressionless.

Half a month has passed, and the doctor came to examine her. She's recovering well, but I'm afraid she's going to have a scar on her neck. She doesn't care about this, she is already a mother, who still values the bright colors of her girlhood.

After the doctor left, Gong Shu brought the ointment and instructed the girl waiting in the room to put it on her neck three times a day.

The girl washed her hands and wiped them for her. The flesh on the side of the neck has just grown, and there is a long pink mark, which looks extremely hideous. Gong Shu leaned against the screen, clasped his arms, and his expression was slightly mocking.

Lan Qingchuan glanced at him, "What do you have to say?" ”

"Gong Nanmu's knife is not good for stabbing." The meaning of his words was difficult to discern, and Lan Qingchuan raised his eyes.

"Because he was interrupted several times, the last time, he was shot through the hand."

Gong Shu laughed, "It's really not worth it." You know, he's the best doctor in the Gong family, it's just that he's more used to killing. Even if he survives, his hands will be useless. ”