"Who was here today?" Jian Junxi asked coldly at the person in charge.

"Mr. Leng, and your parents......" The man headed by him bowed his head and replied respectfully.

Jian Junxi's thin lips were pursed, and she didn't speak again, the bodyguard opened the door for her, and the two doctors inside saw her come in, and immediately stood up and called respectfully: "Mr. Jian......"

"How is she?" She walked up to Qin Li's side and asked with a light expression.

"It's pretty much the same as when I came back, nothing has changed." The older doctor glanced at Qin Li and said helplessly.

"Well, let's get out!" After they went out, Jian Junxi turned around and pulled up the curtains, and turned off the headlights in the room, leaving only a small lamp, making the whole room look very dim and silent like an ice cellar.

She slowly sat next to Qin Li, picked up her right hand, probed her pulse, and then closed her eyes in despair.

Holding Qin Li's hand tightly, she murmured: "Sister, I'm so tired, suddenly, I really want to be like you, just stay asleep like this, and never wake up again......"

She slowly opened her sad eyes, carefully put her hand back into the thin quilt, looked at her sleeping face, her eyes were empty, and choked up: "Sister, now, I suddenly don't want to take revenge.

Looking at you, one by one, I feel that it is all my fault, if it weren't for the fact that I must take revenge, you would not have had an accident.

If revenge requires many lives, I am willing to stop here, really...... It's just, I stopped, that person ...... Is he willing to give up?

What if, he's still going to kill us? What are I going to do with my parents? Escape? Where should I flee with them? What to do with Mo Dye Yue?

Tie the knot? I'm not a real man, what conditions do I have to give her happiness? My mother, if my mother knew, I wouldn't dare to imagine it

There is also a Nangong Jing, he will not let me go, sister, you tell me, now, what should I do? ”

Her dark and painful eyes kept staring at her face, wishing she could wake up and see herself, however, only the silence in the room responded to her, and Qin Li on the bed didn't even move her eyelashes.

"Hehe......" She couldn't help but laugh bitterly, with sadness in her laughter, as if from the depths of her heart, infinite desolation.

She stood up suddenly, took a needle from a drawer, and sat slowly in the corner of the room, her back against the cold wall, as if this was the only way she could feel safe.

Unpacked the bag, untied his cufflinks, looked at the black spots on his hands, pulled out a touch of pain at the corner of his lips, raised his hand and pierced it mercilessly

As if to punish herself, she would stab every person she killed, even if they deserved to die.

The needle was pulled out, the bright red blood came out, her brows twisted slightly, this pain, compared with the distress at the moment, was negligible, raised her hand, and she pricked it again.

Then, she dropped the needle in her hand, the blood stains on her arm were not wiped off, and the cufflinks were rebuttoned, which is why she likes to wear black shirts, even if there is anything, she can't see it.

The huge intensive care room, so silent that she could hear a pin, her thin lips pursed, she hugged her legs tightly, cowered in the corner, looked up at the white ceiling, and did not move like a puppet.

A scarred heart, it hurt for a long, long time, as if it hurt enough, and the pain made her numb, thinking about the difficulties in front of her, her vision became more and more hazy.

(End of chapter)