When Sikong Lingchuan saw Yun Yiren, he swallowed the swear words in his mouth, staring at her figure with his eyes bulging, as if he felt that she was just his Nan Ke Yimeng.

Yun Yiren opened the window to ventilate it inside, and even picked up the blanket he threw on the ground and covered it on his legs.

His body stiffened.

Yun Yiren in front of him is himself!

Qin Jian also brought her from the island! Realizing that it was not his own hallucination, his eyes suddenly turned red, and his pale lips had already been dry and cracked and spilled with blood.

"You tried your best to put me under house arrest on the island and finally got close to me, but because of your current appearance, you dare not come to see me?" she asked.

Sikong Lingchuan turned his face away, and the clear side shape of the water chestnuts was as three-dimensional as an ancient Greek sculpture: "Don't worry, I can't die."

"Why don't you treat it well?"

"Are you worried about me?" His red eyes that had not been sleeping all night looked at her, "No, you are just here to pity me. But it doesn't matter, at least you will still hurt when you see me like this ghost."

The birth of the demon...

Yun Yiren didn't say anything, just looked at him.

"Give me the hat." He pursed his lips, not liking to the scene of his embarrassment being seen by her.

"How did you hurt your head?" she asked worriedly.

Sikong Lingchuan didn't say anything, his face stiffened.

Yun Yiren sighed helplessly. Perhaps she mentioned his sadness, she didn't pursue it too much. After looking around, she didn't put her hat on her. She asked, "Where is the hat?"

"No. You can buy it."

The tone was faint, with a little commanding tone.

Yun Yiren asked uncertainly, "Do you want me to buy it for you now?"

Sikong Lingchuan pursed his lips. She would listen to whatever he said? She would listen to him so much. She would ask her to be with him, but she would not take it seriously.

"You go out and let Qin Jian take a hat."

Yun Yiren looked at his head, and saw that the above was not yet complete and the flesh and blood were separated. She said, "Why not bandage?"

"Anyway, it will die, so what's the use of bandaging?"

When did Sikong Lingchuan be so stubborn? She didn't care much about him, so naturally she wouldn't ask more questions.

Yun Yiren left the room, and Sikong Lingchuan looked at the sunshine shining in from the balcony so dazzling.

Yun Yiren who came out did not find Qin Jianyi, but saw Neil under the stairs, "Sikong Lingchuan wants to wear a hat. Do you have a hat here?"

"Yes. But his wound has not healed yet, and it has not been bandaged. Is it possible for the old illness to recur?" Neil was about to get her hat, but when he thought of something, he said to her again.

Yun Yiren didn't say anything, she couldn't say that Sikong Lingchuan didn't want to chat with her at this time? See her?

"Miss Yun, why don't you bandage the young master?"

"He won't listen."

"He will definitely listen." Neil spoke with a firm tone, "Miss Yun, now the young master is like this, do you still want to refuse my request?"

Yun Yiren looked at him, "I'm not kidding, he doesn't want to see me now."

"You misunderstood. The person the young master wants to see the most is you. How can you think so?" Isn't that scar left for her?

Yun Yiren didn't want to argue with him, so he signaled him to get the hat.

Neil came with a hat, but also took the first aid kit and handed it to Yun Yiren. When he saw her not saying a word, he was about to go up. He followed her, "Miss Yun doesn't want to ask why the young master was injured?"

Yun Yiren paused and his eyes fell on his face, "Why are you injured?"

"Because of you."

Yun Yiren smiled without comment when he heard this.

It’s all her fault. As long as something happens to Sikong Lingchuan, it’s because of her. What kind of virtue can she be?

"He can't hold on anymore. If this continues, he may not be able to survive for a month." Neil said heartbrokenly.

Yun Yiren's face turned pale, and she felt that Neil was joking, but when she thought, how could Neil tell the story of Sikong Lingchuan?

Thinking of this, Yun Yiren didn't say anything, and looked at Neil with his lips pursed.

Neil sighed slightly, "Miss Yun, this is my last request to you. When the young master is about to die, he is worried about your thoughts."

"Why don't you let him treat the disease well?"

"Is he willing?"

"Why is the injury on the head said to be because of me?"

"When he came to find you, he fell ill and fell from the helicopter and hit the stone." Neil said very tactfully and did not explain the matters at the scene clearly.

Yun Yiren was half-believing and half-doubted, but Kenil lied to her without reason. She asked, "After I was caught on the island that day, I didn't see him the next morning. Why did he leave?"

Neil looked at her, probably not expecting her to ask, but for a long time, he didn't react.

"Is Shi Qingjiu coming to see me?"

Neil looked at her with complicated eyes, his eyes were a little weird, which made Yun Yiren a little unnatural. Just as she was about to go up, he spoke, "Does Miss Yun have the only one with Shi Qingjiu in her heart?"

Yun Yiren: "..." Sure enough, she could not drink wine in time when anyone in front of Sikong Lingchuan mentioned it.

When Shi Qingjiu mentioned it, they couldn't stand her and gave her a look. As well, she could understand it, but she couldn't help but want to know the situation outside, especially Shi Qingjiu.

"Shi Qingjiu is looking for you, but you don't think about going out." Neil warned her.

Now that the young master is ill, she not only doesn’t worry, but also thinks that Shi Qingjiu comes to her and takes her away. Perhaps Yan Zhiyun is right, and cruel women like Yun Yiren should use other methods to deal with them.

Yun Yiren went up, and Neil was not following.

When he pushed open the bedroom door, a choking smell of blood came, which made Yun Yiren frown and hurriedly walked in.

"Sikong Lingchuan? What are you doing? You're crazy!" Yun Yiren saw him standing in front of the ground-to-ground mirror, tearing open the thread sewn on his head, and the big scalp and blood stained his eyes red, rendering her eyes.

Sikong Lingchuan's face was terrifying. His eyes were red and he stared at her, and as she grabbed his hands tightly, he smiled strangely, "It hurts me, you don't hurt."

Yun Yiren was frightened by his appearance.

How cruel did he do to himself? The blood fell off so thickly, dyeing his face red.

He saw her expression, smiled, reached out, gently pinched her chin, and said, "What is this pain to me? I don't know what to use to keep you. As long as the pain on my skin can make me feel better."

Yun Yiren didn't cry, but her eyes were red.

She didn't want to shed tears without any use at this time, but he leaned slightly, and the scarlet blood tickled like water, fell on her cheeks, smudged, and the smell of rust filled the tip of her nose, and she finally shed tears.

How could he treat himself like this...
Chapter completed!