The young man with his long eyelashes lowered and a gloomy expression heard the words of the thunder butler, and slowly raised his head, looking at the thunder butler with dark pupils, confused and empty.

She's gone......

Su Wu wanted to speak, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

He hadn't spoken for so long that he had forgotten how to speak.

He was a little anxious, and raised his hand helplessly, his snow-white fingertips with a hint of sickly paleness, and tightly grasped the sleeve of the thunderbolt butler.

The young man's delicate face was pale and pale, and his clear and beautiful eyebrows and eyes were also lingering with a trace of sorrow, which looked very pitiful.

This was the first time that Su Wu took the initiative to approach the detonator, and the eyes of the detonator who was pulled by Su Wu's sleeve were full of shock.

He froze, suddenly at a loss, and asked, "Young Master, what's wrong?" ”

Looking at the thunder butler who didn't understand, Su Wu lowered his head gloomily, and the fingertips clutching his sleeves pale and weakly loosened.

Su Wu returned to the room and continued to silently lock himself in the room.

Steward Lei didn't understand what was going on, he followed, and when he was about to open the door, he found that Su Wu had locked the door again.

Steward Lei suddenly panicked, and hurriedly knocked on the door and said, "Young Master, what's wrong with you?" Open the door! ”

There was a dead silence inside.

Steward Lei is very anxious, the young master didn't eat anything last night, and now he is locked in the room again, how can his body survive!

Steward Lei was extremely anxious, he knocked on the door and said, "Young master, you open the door first, can we treat the wound?" ”

When the young master got out of bed, he must have pulled out the needle directly. The young master's body is already fragile, and he doesn't know how much blood will be shed.

The detonator waited at the door for a long time, but he didn't hear any movement from inside, gritted his teeth, and had to turn around and look for the spare key to this room.

But who knows, Su Wu actually locked the door directly this time.

The detonator couldn't open the door, and the whole person was anxious like an ant on a hot pot. He had no choice but to call Su Yin.

The young master's body is delicate, and now his emotions have begun to be unstable again, and he doesn't know if he will do anything to hurt himself.

You have to call and tell the gentleman first.

At this time, the room was dim, and the thin figure was silently curled up in the corner next to the bed.

He hugged his knees tightly, and the back of his left hand was rashly pulled out of the needle, and he did not press it in time, causing blood to flow out, but fortunately, it was not very much, and the blood that came out had dried up.

As if he didn't notice the pain, the boy's dark pupils stared blankly ahead.

His eyes were a little red, and the tails of his eyes were even more pitiful.

Just like that, huddled in the corner, staring blankly at the painting on the stand in front of him.

The pale and weak fingertips suddenly moved, and his empty pupils seemed to gradually come back to their senses, gradually gaining a sense of focus.

Su Wu looked at the paintings on the stand in a daze, black, white and gray, clean, hollow, and depressing.

She didn't like it, he remembered.

She loves ...... Red?

The red color is flamboyant and delicate, just like the long dress, like the blazing sun.

Su Wu got out of bed, walked to the easel, and bent down to pick up the paintbrush that had been thrown on the ground earlier.

He sat in front of the easel and wanted to start writing, but he paused blankly.

He has no red paint.

Suddenly, the pale and delicate young man hung his long eyelashes shallowly, and his bleak gaze slowly fell on the back of his bloodless hand, which was printed with dried and mottled blood.