The room is very comfortable and tidy, no longer the single white of the sterile room, composed of two or three very pleasing and elegant colors, and even the color of the bed sheets has been carefully designed. The balcony outside doubles as a study, with dozens of books on neat shelves, and an LCD TV that can receive the most complete digital programs.

She thought, does Li Huan also live in such a room? If he was imprisoned like this, it wouldn't be too bad. It's just that she doesn't know where Li Huan is being held and how she will be disposed of.

She changed her clothes one by one, it was a beige dress, slightly loose, but very comfortable, soft on the body, even the shoes were the kind of special soft satin soles, walking on the ground, silent, very light.

With the TV, she knew the time, she looked, there were still a few minutes to 6 o'clock, pushed open the door, and walked out. After walking a few steps, I saw the young man with a rigid expression, hanging his hand, and slowly walked over, "Miss Feng, what do you want for breakfast?" ”

"Porridge, cucumber, spicy cabbage, these three things will do."

"Okay, dinner starts at 7 o'clock."

Feng Feng nodded, watching him walk away, thinking to herself, she was really like a god living in a hotel, and when she thought about it, she couldn't help laughing.

The man had already walked more than a foot away, and when she heard her laugh, he turned back with a look of surprise, and he did not understand what was ridiculous about this dying woman.

Outside is the soft grass, the climate of the city here has changed abruptly, the wind is miserable all day long, it is not like the summer weather at all, people wearing long-sleeved shirts feel that their arms are cold and cold, and they don't know if it is the cause of the sequelae of the earthquake.

Originally, there was just a shadow of the sun, but it was quickly obscured by the clouds, and the weather was gloomy, not the gloomy kind of rain that was going to rain, but a cool cloudy day.

The grass was covered with dew, and he couldn't sit down, so Feng Feng walked casually along the grass on the left. There is a flower garden on the left, which is not big, and most of it is jasmine, which is the season when jasmine is in full bloom, and the fragrant smell is closer, spreading in the nose, which is indescribably refreshing and pleasant.

Feng Feng walked a few more steps, there were dense woods in front of her, the land was damp, and suddenly, her eyes were attracted by a small pot of "black" flowers next to her.

How can flowers be black? It's supposed to be a fake flower, right?

She was very curious, walked over a few steps, and was about to bend down to take a closer look, but she heard a thin voice in her ears, as if someone was anxiously shouting "Xiaofeng, Xiaofeng......"

She suddenly looked up and looked around, all around her was empty, she was moving here every day, and she had hardly seen anyone other than that stereotypical face, how could she hear someone call herself?

She listened for a few moments, and then the voice was gone. She bent down to look at the pot of fake flowers again, and the faint voice sounded in her ears again, "Xiaofeng......"

It was Ye Jia's voice, it couldn't be wrong, it was definitely Ye Jia's voice, as if it was not heard from the outside world, but from the distant sky to his mind, and then to the eardrum, so faint "Xiaofeng ......"

Her heart moved, and she slowly walked sideways into the woods, outside the dense woods was a high fence, a high power grid, and Ye Jia, was he outside?