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Song Nan nodded, and Su Kui walked in gently.

The hall was in a mess, the servants were cleaning silently, Su Kui pursed her lips, Song Heng's condition seemed to be more serious than expected.

She just came and bumped into something like this, is it a coincidence, or does it happen often?

"You're still ......"

A middle-aged man in his early forties walked over, he was dressed very capably, a simple tunic with kind eyebrows, Su Kui estimated that his position here should be similar to that of a housekeeper.

Su Kui bent his eyebrows, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips, "Hello, I am a psychiatrist invited by Mr. Song, and I came to see Little Master Song, I don't know, Little Master is not there?" ”

"Ah, that's it," the housekeeper looked at the door, and sure enough, he saw Song Nan in the courtyard waving at him, he nodded, and then believed, "Yes, but the little master has just been angry, Miss, you'd better be careful." ”

Su Kui shook his head, "It's okay." ”

The housekeeper pointed her out the way and said, "You go upstairs, turn left to the corner of the room, it is the little master's, you call me if there is anything." ”

"Okay, thanks."

With that, she walked up the stairs over the ground.

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The room was dim, unlocked, and a thin slit was exposed.

She gave her a light push, and it didn't take much force to open, and she stood in the doorway, not entering.

In the corner, a young man squatted, barefoot, and his pale and thin soles seemed to have been scratched by shards of glass. His hair was a little long, he wore a white shirt, black pants, and in a posture of extreme insecurity, with his hands around his knees and his head buried in his knees.

A sour and indescribable feeling rose in his heart, Su Kui's fingers curled up, and his eyes were a little hot.

She stared hard at her, looking up.

Before they met, she thought that Song Nan would be her lover, and her appearance and appearance were very consistent. But after reincarnating together for so many lifetimes, Su Kui has reached the point where as long as he gets close, he can easily tell whether it is that person with a figure and a little smell.

Just now, the feeling carved into the depths of the soul appeared.

She took a deep breath, in this life, she was a full eight years older than him, and her lover had never been so miserable in her life.

Adjusting her condition, she knocked lightly on the door, "Hello, can I come in?" She asked, as soft as she could.

Song Heng felt that his brain was completely out of his control, he seemed to be walking in a chaotic darkness, and he couldn't see anything in the surrounding darkness. He curled up desperately, but those darkness, as if they were alive, just refused to let him go. He ran, and they chased him, tore open his clothes, his heart, and he felt like his head was about to explode!

Suddenly, a gentle ripple, like a drop of clear water, fell into the ink, splashing a small wave.

"Is your name Song Heng?"

The voice continued, his eyebrows bulged, and he turned his head a little uneasily, reflexively wanting to open his eyes and see who the owner of this voice was.

"My name is Mu Xinci, I want to be friends with you, is that okay?"

Finally opened it, Song Heng slowly raised his eyes, his lips were pale and almost bloodless, his delicate face was thin and pitiful, and he had a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, which should have been wanton.