"My leg hurts."

She only said that, avoiding his questioning.

Since she has been kneeling for two hours, and she is still honest, Zhang Liuling no longer embarrass her: "Go back to your room."

Jiang Yue heard his words, but she still stood in front of him and refused to move.

"What? Does that mean you still want to kneel?"

"Okay."

When she said this, she left from him and limped out of the study.

Zhang Liuling stared at her crooked legs, his face was still not half loose, he knew very well that she would magnify his grievances.

It's only two hours, and two hours can make her more painful, and the little wound on her flesh and skin is far less painful than the pain of the person she killed.

He doesn't feel distressed at all.

After Jiang Yue arrived at her room, she picked up the skirt from her legs, and there were indeed bruises on her knees.

She didn't really want to win sympathy just now, but she really walked a little uncomfortable, after seeing the bruises on her knees, she rubbed her fingers on her knees twice, but there was still no way to relieve the pain, she simply lay on the bed and continued to cry there.

After a while, the man was in tears and fell asleep unconsciously.

Zhang Liuling, who said that he was not distressed, entered her room again after the person fell asleep, he stood on the side of the bed and looked at the person sleeping on the bed, he sat down on the edge of the bed, lifted his legs from the bed, and put them on his lap.

He lifted the skirt open, and when he saw the bruises on her knees, his hand caressed the wounds on her skin.

The servant came in at this time, walked up to him and called, "Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Liuling said to the servant, "Bring a towel and make a basin of hot water."

When the servant heard this, he whispered, "Okay."

Not long after, the maid brought the towel and hot water and put it at Zhang Liuling's feet.

Zhang Liuling reached out and picked up the towel from the water, then gently covered the hot towel over the bruises on her knees.

Jiang Yue fell asleep, she didn't feel anything about all this, she only felt warm on her knees, she felt very comfortable, and her legs leaned closer to the place where the heat came from.

Zhang Liuling let her move like this.

The movements of the hand are very delicate for her.

The next morning, Jiang Yue woke up and felt that her knees seemed to be different from usual, she got up from the bed, glanced at her legs, and found that the bruises had decreased.

Jiang Yue instantly discovered something, and the corners of her lips quickly curled into a sweet smile again.

When the servant came in, and saw that she was awake, he said to her, "You are awake, and you can have breakfast."

When Jiang Yue heard this, she was in a very relaxed mood, and she didn't ask about her knees, she only said, "Breakfast?"

The servant said, "Yes."

"Where's Uncle Zhang?"

"Downstairs."

Jiang Yue got off the bed, and after the person went out of the room, she walked downstairs, and after going downstairs, Jiang Yue saw the person at the table, she sat down at the table, and said with a bright smile, "Uncle Zhang, good morning."

Zhang Liuling heard her words of good morning, and glanced at her.

Jiang Yue had been laughing, laughing while eating, but after eating a few bites of bread, she got up and sat down beside him, holding his arm with her hand: "My knee doesn't hurt anymore."

She looked proud.

Zhang Liuling looked cold-hearted: "Really? It seems that yesterday was not enough."

Jiang Yue's mouth was cocked and she didn't answer him.

Zhang Liuling looked away from her face, and continued to look down at the newspaper in his hand.

Jiang Yue was quite happy to eat this meal.

Later, Huo Shaoting was called to the backyard by the old lady because of Zhang Jiawen's matter.

After Jiang Yue finished breakfast, she walked to the staircase, but a few words suddenly flashed in her head: "Have you heard of rebirth?"

When the servant heard her words, he looked at her with a puzzled expression, "What is it?"

"Reborn."

The servant had obviously never heard of such an outrageous thing, and she said, "How could this thing have ever been heard."

Jiang Yue was still thinking about what she had seen in that scripture that day, if she hadn't been reborn, then how could she have lived in this world?

She's dead.

Jiang Yue remembers this matter clearly, when she died, that kind of pain still haunts her body from time to time.

If a dead person goes back in time, what does this prove?

Isn't this rebirth?

"Do you believe that people can be born again?"

The servant's hand stroked her head, "Don't you have a fever? What kind of rebirth, what the hell are you talking about?"

Jiang Yue glanced at the servant, and when she saw her eyes, she also felt that what she said was a bit outrageous.

She said, "It's fine."

She removed the maid's hand from her forehead, and continued her way upstairs.

Still, all her attention was on those two words.

Mrs. Zhang came back from the hospital, and when she came back, she began to be furious again, forcing Zhang Qicheng to fish people out.

Zhang Qicheng was silent.

Mrs. Zhang directly threw the cup in front of the two of them, coughed and said, "You want me to die, do you want me to die? If people go to prison, what future does the Zhang family have! That's my only grandson! The only grandson!".

The chief butler stood aside, listening to Mrs. Zhang's words, and did not dare to say a word.

The broken cup was a pile of splinters in the ground.

Mrs. Zhang's face turned pale, looking at Zhang Liuling, her expression was equivalent to asking if she was saying this.

Mrs. Zhang looked at Zhang Qicheng again: "Come here, have you found out who is harming Jiawen?"

Zhang Qicheng has also been investigating, but the matter involved too widely, so it is difficult to find out the murderer who killed Jiawen.

Zhang Qicheng could only say, "We are investigating."

Old Madam Zhang shouted at the sky opposite, "Oh my God, what did our Zhang family do wrong? I'm going to suffer another catastrophe, I'm crazy, I'm going to prison, and I'm the only root of our Zhang family, God, am I doing evil?"

Mrs. Zhang's words were naturally said to Zhang Liuling, and after Zhang Liuling heard them, his face was calm, and there was still no change.

Mrs. Zhang cried even louder, her wrinkled face was full of old tears.

"Why do I have such an unfilial son, why should I come to suffer all this, God, you might as well kill me, just kill me."

Zhang Qicheng was crying by his mother, constantly soothing her emotions.

But Zhang Liuling's reaction to her still didn't react, including some of her behaviors, and she was not half moved and emotional.

"Iniquity, iniquity, kill me, let me die!"

"Liu Ling, come over and say a few words, Mom's health is not good, she can't be too excited."

Zhang Qicheng asked him for help.

But Zhang Liuling was still indifferent, and his eyes were always indifferent.

His indifference to her was not a punishment for her.