He inadvertently hid his wrist behind his back, and his tone was still so gentle: "I'll clean it up for you, you can sleep well, and you'll be fine when you wake up." ”

She opened her mouth and was about to continue to shout at him to get out, but her lips trembled and she couldn't speak.

After a while, he trembled: "Li Huan, you go, I don't need anyone to take care of me." ”

“……”

She was stubborn: "I really don't need someone to take care of me, you don't need to spend time with me, you also have your own affairs......"

He wanted to explain Fanny's call to her, but after a second thought, he felt that the time was not coming, so he just smiled and inadvertently changed the subject: "Okay, it's not too early, it's time to rest." ”

She sat timidly on the edge of the bed, watched him clean up the smoky miasma in the corner of the house, opened the window to let in the wind, and then took out a calming sandalwood and lit it in the incense burner, and the whole room was full of incense.

After doing all this, he went to get a warm handkerchief and handed it to her, and said softly, "Wipe your face." ”

She obediently took the handkerchief and wiped her face, and returned it to him.

He handed her another glass of warm water: "Take a sip." ”

She took a sip and rinsed her mouth, and the smell of blood in her mouth seemed to have faded a lot.

Only then did he use the handkerchief, wipe his face, turn around and take out a set of clean pajamas for her in the closet, and said softly: "Change, have a good rest." ”

She responded blankly.

He smiled and said, "Rest well, we have a lot to do tomorrow." ”

She stared at him in silence.

He turned to open the door, and then gently closed the door for her.

After a while, she had already changed into her pajamas, and then she walked in again, only to see that she was already lying on the bed, her eyes closed, and the lights in the room were not turned off.

He stood beside her for a moment, pulled up the quilt for her, touched her forehead, turned off the light, pulled the door for her and went out.

It was dark in the room, and my heart was somewhat calmer. She lay on the bed blankly, there was still a faint smell of blood in her mouth, and the smell of sandalwood was all over her nose, and her anxiety and tension slowly eased a little, and after a while, she fell asleep.

Li Huan kept sticking to the door until she was sure that she was asleep, and then slowly walked to the window.

The dim glow of the first quarter moon sprinkled the entire windowsill, painting the newly installed fences a gentle faint silver-gray.

A gust of wind blew, with the breath of spring, and the tall ginkgo tree outside the window was studded with goose-yellow new green leaves, he didn't know if this was an illusion or an imagination, but he felt that each of those leaves was trembling in the dark green, like a dazed butterfly.

Since Huang Hui's death, Feng Feng's whole person has been a little abnormal, especially after the suicide attempt, she broke out hysterical at any time, and her reason is no longer as complete as before.

Suddenly remembering the story of the butterfly, I couldn't help but shudder, Feng Feng, will she get better in the future?

"No one is good to me! No one will ever treat me well again! ”

The mistake he had made was irreparable, and he thought, how could he be like Huang Hui and completely open her heart knot?

There has never been a moment when I pity her so strongly, I have lived so hard since I was a girl, and I am also worried about being with Ye Jia, and myself, who keeps saying that I want her to be happy, makes her sad so stupidly-

is also because of her venting, at this moment, even if she was a little ashamed of the "unequal treaty" with Ye Jia, she disappeared without a trace.

Because Ye Jia has never made her truly happy!

People who have been happy will not be so vulnerable!