In the evening.

酆 (feng) house.

The bedroom on the second floor was dim, and the silent pin drop could be heard.

On the retro European-style wrought iron bed sat a girl, her jet-black hair was scattered, and her white silk nightgown wrapped around her weak body.

On the left shoulder, there was a faint red blood stain seeping out of the soft silk, like a manju sawa blooming in the snow, and the demon was filled with the smell of death.

She just sat there motionless, like a dummy.

A tall figure stood by the door.

He wore a dark brown striped suit, and the chain of his pocket watch swayed on his chest, and a few clusters of golden light burst out in the dimness, showing the nobility of his owner's status.

Yu Jingnan.

Xicheng Yu's family is three young, stayed abroad, went through business, and was young and well-informed.

Because of his left and right sources and clever business skills, when the official kiln was in the worst recession, the Xujia kiln factory was still able to stand, and won the favor of the old man.

But such an almost omnipotent drunken Sanshao still has times of extreme frustration.

Just like now.

Yu Jingnan's gaze always fell on the girl sitting quietly by the bed.

She hadn't said a word since she woke up from her coma and cried, not even the food that was brought to her.

Yu Jingnan understood her mood very well at the moment.

At this time, I am afraid that saying anything comforting will not help her.

Seeing that she hadn't eaten a drop of water for two days, Yu Jingnan was really anxious, and when she was thinking hard about how to persuade her to eat something, she suddenly opened her mouth and seemed to mumble to herself.

"I still remember...... He looked like ...... when he was dying."

Yu Jingnan was silent, speechless.

The girl continued, "He stood in front of me, holding me tightly, and I heard one gunshot after another, and with each of those shots, he would hold me harder......"

There was a sudden panic in her eyes.

"Blood...... Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he finally collapsed in front of me...... I cried and called him, but he said to me with a smile in his eyes...... Don't be afraid, I'll be fine......"

The girl said, and the sorrow in her eyes was tinged with a little irritation.

"He's a liar, he said he's going to be fine, and I'm stupid enough to think that he's really going to be okay, liar...... Swindler...... Nalan Moran, you liar! ”

The more she spoke, the more excited she became, her weak body trembling slightly.

Jing Nan's lips and teeth opened slightly, and just as she was about to say something, the girl stood up suddenly.

"I'm going to see him."

When the words fell, the girl turned her eyes to look at Yu Jingnan, and her big eyes no longer had the agility of the past, but were replaced by red bloodshots.

Even with such a pair of godless eyes, the firmness overflowing there still made Yu Jingnan's heart tighten.

As she passed by, she reached out to stop her.

"Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy, I've never been more sober than I am now."

"But he's dead!" Yu Jingnan tightened his eyebrows and emphasized.

He didn't want to mention it again, after all, Nalan Moran's death was an extremely painful blow to her.

But in the face of her resolute appearance, Yu Jingnan still gritted his teeth, was ruthless, and continued:

"When he died, you were by his side, do you think you can get out of the relationship? The Overseer's Mansion is eager to cramp and skin you, and if you go now, you'll be in the mouth of a sheep! ”

"The sheep is in the mouth of the tiger......" The girl raised her head to look at Yu Jingnan, her white lips hooked slightly, and she said absently, "So what?" ”