A week after Ning Zhixu came in, Nanyi had an illness, which was menacing and without warning.

The little girl had a high fever and muttered her name vaguely.

It's not called Ning Zhixu, it's called Mom and Dad.

Su Qing and Nan Yaoye's hearts were broken into multiple petals, and their hearts were pulled fiercely.

She cried and called her parents in her dream, and asked over and over again, if I am a bad boy and do bad things, I can go in to accompany Ning Zhixu.

At that time, they completely realized that Nanyi had been planted.

It was completely planted in the hands of the people who wanted to give up on her at this moment.

No one knew about Nanyi's illness during that time.

Even Tang Yi thought that she just accepted it calmly after crying, but she didn't know that the little girl almost lost half her life.

......

Su Qing raised his head, and he could clearly see the young man's extreme restraint.

The eyebrows and eyes can't hide their emotions, quietly, quietly, pouring out.

The finger joints of the young man's fist were so hard that they turned white, and the green tendons on his hands were obvious, extending to the wrist scars.

The beautiful thin lips moved, and the young man lifted his eyes, and there were no waves in his eyes: "She is just uncomfortable for a while now, and with me, she will not be able to raise her head for the rest of her life." Her Royal Highness deserves the attention of everyone, and I can't drag her to hell. ”

In the future, she will follow a boy from a wealthy family and match her, and she will become the best version of herself.

And he, rather than know.

It will only give her the idea of falling together.

His life has been ruined, and he can't ruin the little princess anymore.

That way, he will never forgive himself.

Under the gaze of Nan Yaoye and Su Qing, Ning Zhixu folded his hands and grabbed the corner of the prison uniform, dragged it up, and took off his shirt. The upper body is completely exposed to the sun.

The young man's thin and white chest, back, waist and abdomen, and even his two arms were covered with bruises and purple scars. New wounds, old wounds, countless overlapping marks.

Among these scars, there are marks of kicks and punches, as well as the ferocity of fists falling down.

The most serious was a fist-sized round dark purple mark on the boy's chest, like the iron chair leg of the cafeteria.

Seventeen-year-old.

It shouldn't be this way.

Su Qing subconsciously covered her mouth, tears were about to come out, and the soft heart of a mother couldn't withstand such a try.

Nan Yaoye couldn't bear it, so he looked away and moved to the gray-walled buildings around him.

The walls here are too high, separated from the outside by two worlds.

Grabbing the shabby and dirty prison uniform with one hand, the boy moved half a step back, avoiding the shining sunlight.

"Uncle Nan, Auntie, this is my life, are you sure you want Nanyi to follow someone like me?"

This time, Su Qing and Nan Yaoye had no one to speak.

They firmly believe that youth can be expected.

But as a young man, he gave up on his own.

It has been more than half a month since the chest injury, but at this moment, Ning Zhi Xu is going crazy in pain.

He bowed deeply to the husband and wife, and the boy did not get up for a long time.

That indifferent and unemotional voice slowly drifted into the air.

He repeated the words: "Tell Nanyi that everything is fine with me, and there is no need to worry." ”

Then, he straightened up and turned around.

He wanted to say goodbye to that girl.

But the boy turned around, and before he put on the prison uniform he was holding, he saw a little girl in a clean school uniform and carrying a school bag, standing opposite him.

Nan Yiyi looked at Ning Zhi Xu Xu.

Her eyes swept over every wound in front of him, from silent tears at first, to finally, she threw all her strength and sat on her knees and cried silently.