The stunned Xiaoxi was still a little moved, although she was now distant and indifferent to Ye Xingchen, she still couldn't be ruthless to him.

"Xiaoxi, don't be like this," Ye Xingchen was very frightened of Xiaoxi's crazy appearance. Xiaoxi cried and begged Ye Xingchen, the panicked and frightened look in her eyes made Ye Xingchen's distressed eyes red.

"Let's go, Jiuye, no, I should call you Jiuwang now." Ye Xingchen's worries all day long are also depressed and haggard, what he is most afraid of now is Xiaoxi's unfamiliar eyes on him, but he knows that the scars in his heart need time to be smoothed out, and he is willing to wait.

Ye Xingchen saw that Xiaoxi hated himself so much, he was sad in his heart, and he was depressed a lot.

"Xiaoxi, Xiaoxi, it's good for you to put down your sword," Ye Xingchen begged Xiaoxi over and over again,

"Yes, it's your fault that you're sorry for her, why don't you die."

"My mother is not dead, she will not die."

"Let's go, Jiuye, no, I should call you Jiuwang now." Ye Xingchen saw that Xiaoxi hated himself so much, he was sad in his heart, and he was depressed a lot, Xiaoxi jumped to the coffin and grabbed Wei Shi inside with his hand, Ye Xingchen saw that Xiaoxi hated himself so much, he was sad in his heart, and he was also depressed a lot, at this time Ye Xingchen came in, looked at Xiaoxi sitting on the edge of the bed in fear and helplessness, and gently picked her up and prepared to carry her back,

"Mother, you get up, mother, mother, don't leave Xiaoxi alone." Xiaoxi was already grief-stricken, she pointed her sword at the people around her, crying silently, leaning tightly on the coffin, for fear that someone would come forward and pull her away.

I haven't seen Feng Ping's figure in the past few days, and Xiao Xi couldn't help but ask Yiyi curiously.

Yiyi said that there were tears in her eyes, not only for Xiaoxi's experience, but also for the impermanence of this world.

"Mother, you get up, mother, mother, don't leave Xiaoxi alone."

"Xiaoxi, Xiaoxi, it's good for you to put down your sword," Ye Xingchen begged Xiaoxi over and over again, he hadn't seen Feng Ping's figure in the past few days, Xiaoxi couldn't help but ask Yiyi curiously.

Yiyi went out of the room after changing Xiaoxi's medicine, Xiaoxi always felt that all of them were preventing her from going out of such a room, not just for her wounds, but always felt that there was something to hide from herself.

And she really wanted to go to see her mother, Ye Xingchen had been guarding her for the past few days, but she hadn't come today, Xiaoxi's wound had healed a lot and had begun to scab, so she jumped out of the house on one leg with the things in the house.

"Xiaoxi, do you know, Li Ji Shop has opened a new store again, and the teahouse singer has changed several new scripts, I'll take you to see it when you're ready." Every day, I silently stayed by Xiaoxi's side to accompany her, and told her some things that used to be around Xiaoxi

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"You go, I don't want to see you, I'm not your important person anyway, let's be strangers in the future."

"Xiaoxi, the wound on your leg hasn't healed yet, and you also have a deep wound on your head, I'll send you over when it's ready, Aunt Wei will be worried about you."