After Shi Miao's words were finished, the smile on Rong Ji's face slowly disappeared.

The hand that was holding her loosened little by little.

He looked at her and wanted to say something, but it seemed that any language had turned pale at this point.

After a while, he suddenly laughed again.

It's not the empty and aggrieved smile in the mall, nor is it the smile that naturally flows from the corners of the mouth when I see Yu Shimiao, but an unprecedented satisfaction and excitement.

- His feelings since childhood are missing.

I have never received a father's love, and I am faced with a hysterical mother every day.

When he grew up, the people around him seemed to respect and admire him, but he knew that it was not himself who they knelt down to lick at all, but the capital and power in his hands.

And no matter how much he held in his hands and how many people surrounded him, he always felt that his heart was empty.

Only Yu Shimiao can fill it.

Only by keeping her by his side, only when their bodies fit, can he feel a little bit of peace of mind.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt that the hole in his heart, the missing place, had been filled.

Every pore on his body, his tense emotions, and his heavy heart were stretched out at that moment.

The smile on Rong Ji's face couldn't help but deepen a little, but the corners of his eyes suddenly began to redden.

Then, his hand slowly pressed to her face, and his voice was hoarse, "You're not afraid of death?" ”

"I'm afraid." Shi Miao replied, "But...... It has nothing to do with me being here. ”

Rong Ji's eyes suddenly turned even redder, and the hand on her face began to exert force, and then he raised his finger to wipe off the dirt on it little by little.

She still had blood stains on her.

It had dried up, so he could tell at a glance that it wasn't her wound, but now looking at her mud-stained cheeks, his heart began to hurt.

More than the wounds on his body.

It hurts more than a real knife cut on him.

- How much did she suffer to find him?

It has only been five days since he left Jiang Cheng today, and her whole person seems to have lost a lot of weight, and her eyes have sunken.

Finally, Rong Ji found his voice and said, "But Yu Shimiao, next time you are not allowed to do this, I told you, at any time, you yourself are the most important." ”

"I know, but you ......"

"Not for me." Rong interrupted her, "Did you hear that?" ”

Shi Miao stopped talking, only slowly pursed her lips.

Rong didn't say anything anymore, directly pulled her to sit down on the edge of the bed, took a towel himself, and half-knelt in front of her to help her wipe her face.

Shi Miao wanted to come by herself, but his hand was quickly held down by him.

He lowered his eyes and helped her wipe it.

Every inch of skin was carefully wiped by him with a towel, and when he found a scratch on her neck, his brows suddenly tightened, "What's the matter?" You're hurt? ”

Hearing his words, Shi Miao reached out and touched it by himself.

- It should have been accidentally cut when the glass on the car was broken yesterday, and now it has scabbed, if it weren't for Rong Ji finding out, she would have forgotten about it.

"It's fine." Shi Miao said.

"What do you mean it's okay?" Rong Ji's voice suddenly became cold, "How did you get hurt?" Where have you been in the past two days? ”

Shi Miao didn't dare to tell him that he had a riot yesterday, and was about to avoid the seriousness when he said it lightly, but there was a knock on the door outside.

Then there was a clear voice, "Brother Rong Ji, are you there?" ”