Today, An Yao is not feeling well, and the gallery is temporarily closed.

She lay down on the bed in the bedroom on the second floor, and in a half-asleep state, she felt a little thirsty, so she sat up in a daze and took a sip of boiled water from the glass on the table.

The water was already cold, and she took a sip, and the cold water entered her chest, sobering her up a bit.

She held the glass in her hand, took a sip from time to time, and walked downstairs with the armrest.

Looking around at the paintings that she had drawn with great care to participate in the competition, I felt very uncomfortable. She wanted to convey the desperation of certain corners of the Windy City through these realistic and poignant paintings, but the judges were used to being sensual and naturally did not like paintings with some irony. But it's really ridiculous to think about it, whether a painting is good or not, the focus is on the judges' preferences.

I don't know if it was because of the fever or because of the cold water, she was in a trance, feeling that the whole studio was tilting, and she seemed to faint.

She hurriedly put down the glass and sat on the chair, still dizzy, and simply lay down on the table.

Everything around her was so quiet, she was lying on the wooden table, and faintly heard a regular sound of footsteps, like ...... The sound of going down the stairs.

Her ears were close to the tabletop and she listened, but the footsteps were getting closer and closer, like in a studio. There was a sign at the door that said it was closed, and no one came in, but the footsteps were real.

She turned around in a little panic and looked at the person who appeared behind her-Ji Zikun.

"Why are you here?" When she said this, An Yao felt dizzy, and she was getting more and more dizzy.

"I just wanted to come and see you." The expression on Ji Zikun's face can no longer be described as a bad smile, but more like a sickly and crazy laugh.

Recently, the man was not with An Yao, and he just gave himself a chance.

"How could you...... You've been here a long time ago? An Yao seemed to suddenly realize something, and hurriedly looked at the bottom of the glass, there was some white powder sinking at the bottom of the glass, "It's you, what did you put in the water?" ”

"I was afraid that you would drive me away, so I put some medicine, but this medicine is not harmful to your body, it will just make you lose your strength."

Ji Zikun approached her step by step.

"Don't you come here......" she said weakly.

Ji Zikun had no intention of stopping.

He was getting closer and closer to him, and in a hurry, An Yao threw the glass on the ground, then picked up a piece of shard, and squeezed it vigorously in his hand, blood droplets dripped from her hand, and a tingling sensation made her suddenly wake up a lot, and the original heavy sleep disappeared completely.

"Don't come here, I'll ...... if you come again," she moved the blood-stained glass in her hand to her neck, "and I'll kill myself." ”

"Don't, don't do it." Seeing the continuous bleeding in her hands, Ji Zikun was panicked and scared, he was afraid that she would hurt herself, "I just want to see you and accompany you." ”

Ji Zikun was slowly approaching, and An Yao was retreating to the corner of the wall behind him step by step.

The studio was not big, and in the blink of an eye she retreated to the corner, and there was no way to retreat.

She held the shard of glass in her hand and looked at her death as if she were at home, raising her hand to stab the piece of glass into her throat.

"An Yao, stop it!" Lu Xiao's somewhat muffled voice came from outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

He missed her very much when he didn't see each other, he couldn't forget her, but he wouldn't see her again, he just wanted to look at her from afar, but he ran into Ji Zikun and wanted to plot against her.

He rushed in and punched Ji Zikun in the face, Ji Zikun's face was in a hot pain, and he was about to say something when he was kicked in the stomach by him.

These two woke up Ji Zikun completely.

At this time, An Yao was already physically exhausted, and she was about to faint, Lu Xiao hurriedly stepped forward to support her, she fainted while lying in his arms, glass shards slipped from her hands, and the blood in her palms dripped onto his clothes.

Seeing the red blood, Lu Xiao changed his previous temperament of being happy and angry, and kicked Ji Zikun fiercely, and Ji Zikun's eyes were hollow as if he was distracted, he didn't resist at all, just shrank and let him kick and beat.

No one loves me, that's why I'm crazy about sucking and snatching love.

I just wanted to meet her, but I didn't think I almost killed her.

Soon, Lu Xiao, whose eyes were bloodshot, stopped, and said to him in a voice as calm as possible: "Hurry up, don't let me see you again, if you dare to come to her to trouble her in the future, I will kill you, I will do what I say." ”

"I really love him, I just want her to be with me." Ji Zikun said very quietly, like a child who has done something wrong and explains to an adult.

"Love? Are you embarrassed to say you love her? You should understand that she has always disliked you, but you are unwilling and in an unhappy mood, so you will have today's move. ”

After listening to Yang Zhexuan's words, Ji Zikun suddenly looked at himself in mid-air as if he was out of his body. He found himself running away all the time – to be precise, for the sake of his own mood and ignoring some of the issues.

Yes, the wrong love makes people crazy and lose their minds. Any whitewash that becomes a hurt of love is not worthy of being called love.

Ji Zikun's legs and feet were stiff and he didn't obey the call, and he almost fell down several times while walking. He forgot how he had left the gallery, and only remembered that his eyes seemed to be filled with endless sadness.

He couldn't cry, he couldn't get up, he couldn't get up, he couldn't get up, he couldn't relax. All kinds of complex emotions condensed into a mist in the heart.

Lu Xiao gently picked up An Yao and put her on the bed to lie down.

Looking at her in her sleep, he gave her some cooling measures, fed her some antipyretics, and then gently treated the wound on her hand that had been covered by coagulated blood, which was very distressing.

Suddenly, a small voice came from her mouth, and he asked her, "What did you say?" But he did not answer.

He pricked up his ears and listened carefully, and although her lips didn't move very clearly, there was no doubt that "why, why." ”

He tried to take her hand, but retracted it as if he wasn't qualified to touch it.

I'm sorry An Yao, I like you, but I may not love you, we can only be friends. The place around you should belong to someone else, and when someone reaches out to you, you also try to hold on.

Not long after, An Yao woke up and felt less dizzy. She couldn't remember exactly what had happened, but she remembered that her palms were hurting and someone was patiently medicating her.

She slowly opened her eyes and was surprised to see that the person leaning on the side of the bed was the one who thought about it day and night.

Yang Zhexuan sat in a chair, his elbows propped up on the edge of the bed, his hands clenched into fists to support his cheeks, his eyes closed, and he made a slight breathing sound.

She looked at his face and felt a warmth and relief that she had never felt before. That's how he is, even if he doesn't do anything, he can capture his heart.

She was afraid to wake him, so she stroked his cheek very lightly, but she never thought that he had opened his eyes.

An Yao's hand that fell on his cheek suddenly retracted, and then turned his head slightly, afraid of seeing him dodge him.

Yang Zhexuan turned his head, he really didn't look at her, but said coldly: "You have a high fever, and the wound on your palm is very deep, don't paint these days." ”

An Yao listened to him and remembered what happened before: "You drove Ji Zikun away?" ”

"No, I just passed by the gallery and saw you faint on the ground, and I didn't worry about guarding you."

He didn't tell the truth, he was the one who was going to leave her after all, and he didn't want her to have too many memories of him. Because once a person has a good memory of someone, then that memory is destined to be difficult to forget.

An Yao looked puzzled: "But I clearly remember that it was you......"

"Nothing, it's normal to have a confused memory when you're not clear."

An Yao wanted to continue to say something, but Yang Zhexuan looked at her pale face and said, "Don't talk yet, you have a serious fever, lie down and rest first." ”

An Yao nodded and lay down again.

Even though he pretended not to care, she could still feel that he cared about her, such as now that he had a fever, he would never leave.

Weakened, she lay down in bed and soon fell asleep again.

And Lu Xiao, as she thought, was by her side for a long, long time.

At night, Ji Zikun was in the room, about to turn off the lights and sleep, when he suddenly saw a figure outside the window, and then the figure broke in.

It was Yang Zhexuan, who I had seen in the gallery in the morning, and his eyes were bloodshot at this time.

He knew that he was going to leave An Yao sooner or later, but he couldn't guarantee that Ji Zikun wouldn't hurt her again, Lu Xiao understood that warning was the most useless, so the only way, and the most extreme way, was to get rid of him.

Maybe he is the same as Ji Zikun, paranoid and crazy, he is also a sinner, so why not kill one more.

Ji Zikun sat up from the bed, and before he could speak, Yang Zhexuan had already raised a knife and approached him, he immediately pulled out the knife from under the pillow, jumped out of bed, and assumed a defensive posture.

It's a pity that he is not Lu Xiao's opponent after all, he fell to the ground after a few moves, Lu Xiao didn't speak with a gloomy face, and kicked Ji Zikun again, so painful that he almost lost his breath.

"I won't hurt An Yao again in the future, why do you want to trouble me?"

Lu Xiao's cold gaze swept towards Ji Zikun, and a fierce look suddenly crossed his eyes, which suddenly made Ji Zikun feel very bad, because he noticed the change in his expression for a moment, which seemed to be with murderous intent.

"Stop!" A shout interrupted Lu Xiao. Ji Wu rushed in and blocked his son.

"Ah...... It's you! ”

"Ji Zhi, I didn't expect you to remember me."

Discipline? Ji Zikun, who was lying on the ground, roared in his head.

Ji Wu thought that Liu Zhong was aware of his thoughts, and said with a lack of energy: "If something is coming at me, don't hurt my child." ”

Seeing Ji Zhi blocking in front of Ji Zikun, Lu Xiao was furious and pushed him aside, while Ji Wu was worried about the child, so he immediately blocked him.

"Get out of the way." His voice was cold and frightening.

Ji Wu was unmoved.

"You forced me."

He pushed Ji Wu harder than before, there was no obstacle in front of him, so he could continue to solve Ji Zikun, but he heard Ji Wu snort, his head hit the corner of the table, and a shocking bloody mouth came out, and the blood flowed endlessly.

Almost instantly, Ji Wu's body slowly slipped from the corner of the table to the ground, and then something seemed to leave him lightly, and his eyes closed heavily.

An aura of death spread around.