The phone quickly hung up.

Rong Ji sat there motionless.

The night breeze blew in through the windowsill, lifting the curtains next to it, and the papers he had placed on the bedside table fell to the ground.

Rong Ji lowered his eyes and watched, his body was still motionless, but his hands were slowly clenched!

What is the definition of bad?

He didn't know.

But he still understands Yu Ci's character.

He has been able to lie dormant beside Mu Nian for so many years, and probably no one knows how to write the word forbearance better than him.

But on the phone call just now, his emotions were obviously out of control.

Why?

What did he see that would make him react like this?

Yu Shimiao is over there...... What have you been through?

Rong is unimaginable.

Now that this thought alone came to him, he felt as if countless insects were opening their mouths wide and began to gnaw unscrupulously.

I don't know how long it took for him to finally let go of his fist.

Then he bent down and tried to pick up the papers scattered on the ground one by one.

But he soon noticed that his hands were shaking violently, and the paper was quickly slipping from his fingertips again.

After staring at the ground for a long time, Rong Ji suddenly began to blacken in front of him.

His hands were propping up on the table and he wanted to stand up, but the next moment, he fell straight down!

……

Rong Ji suddenly remembered the past.

At that time, his father had just left, and it was also his mother's most emotionally unstable stage.

She likes to smash all kinds of things, throws tantrums at everyone around her, points at him and says that it is because he is useless that his father leaves.

At first, Rong will blame himself, thinking that he is really not good enough.

But gradually, he lost this mood, and even when his mother lost her temper, he just stood by and watched coldly.

His indifference provoked her to be more harsh, but he never cried or resisted.

During that time, he had old and new scars on his body every day, one after another.

But so what?

He only needs to wear neat and neat clothes every day, and those scars are invisible to anyone.

In their eyes, he is still the young master of the Rong family.

Later, Lin Jun took Yu Shimiao to their house.

He knew that Vera didn't like her, and he knew what the other servants were saying about her and her mother behind their backs.

But he didn't care and didn't care.

Until one time, Vera put mud on him.

She leaned forward and leaned back with a smile, and Yu Shimiao stood by and watched, her eyes widening little by little.

Rong didn't blame Li Zhen - in fact, he didn't bother to pay attention to her.

As he turned to change his clothes, someone carefully handed him a towel.

Then, he met her in the eye.

Those clean, clear eyes.

Then, her gaze began to move downward, and she was visibly startled when she saw the scars on the back of his hands, and the towels on her hands fell directly to the ground.

Rong didn't care about her, and took off his shirt in front of her.

- The white skin was covered with blood marks, twisted and ugly.

Even he looked at it in disgust.

When she turned her head again, she was gone.

The towel was still on the floor.

Rong laughed sarcastically, then raised his foot and kicked the towel away.

But the next moment, the sound of hurried footsteps came again.

Then, she appeared in front of her again, carrying a medical kit in her hand.

That time, he also let her help him wipe his wounds.

He remembered very well that she had asked herself a word.

She asked him, "Young Master, are you in pain?" ”

Does it hurt?

Not at all.

But now, he's in pain.

There was a burst of colic at the mouth of the heart, as if blood had been drained and flesh and bone had been separated.

But...... She must have hurt more than him.