Tang Zhixi instinctively resisted showing her weak and incompetent side to others.
Ye Hanzhi naturally felt it. He stretched out his hand to lift Tang Zhixi's chin and asked her to look at him: "Can't you tell me about it?"
Tang Zhixi looked at him and still said nothing.
"You can't even tell me. Isn't it too outsider?" Ye Hanzhi said, his expression suddenly became a little sad, "You have kissed me, so I am still an outsider. Why do you feel like you are being scummed?"
Tang Zhixi: "."
Seeing her speechless expression, Ye Hanzhi suddenly stepped forward, put his hands on her sides, looked at her from a close distance, and threatened, "Should I make our relationship more familiar?"
Tang Zhixi raised her hand, stretched out a finger and poked him on the shoulder, pushing him back to the bed: "Third Master, think more about practical things."
Ye Hanzhi smiled, held her hand, put it to his lips, kissed it, and said, "Tell me about it, maybe it will make you feel better."
Tang Zhixi was silent for a while.
Ye Hanzhi was not in a hurry, so he squeezed her fingers and waited quietly.
It was almost a minute before Tang Zhixi looked at Ye Hanzhi's finger and said: "When Nan Cheng was one year old, his father, named Nan Xiao, died in front of me just like in the scene this afternoon.
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Ye Hanzhi looked startled for a moment, but he did not stop stroking her hand. It had been eight years since Nan Cheng was one year old. How old was she then?
Tang Zhixi still lowered her eyes and looked at his hands, and there was no fluctuation in her voice. Just listening to her voice, she seemed to be talking about someone else: "It's not exactly the same as the afternoon scene. Nan Xiao died because of me, and
It was even worse than the afternoon scene. He was stabbed thirty-two times all over his body. He was just two meters away from me, with a layer of glass between us."
What on earth has she experienced? What happened to her?
Ye Hanzhi sat forward, held her in his arms, patted her back gently, and listened to her quietly.
Tang Zhixi pressed her eyes on his shoulder and whispered: "I was a waste at that time. Apart from crying, apart from watching him die with my own eyes, I couldn't do anything. I couldn't even collect his body."
After seeing Nan Xiao lying motionless in the rain, Tang Zhixi struggled desperately to get out, but Jing Yanbai stopped her and refused to let her out.
In the end, I fainted and was in a coma for three days with a fever.
When she woke up, Nanxiao had been dealt with by them. She didn't even know where he was buried.
Except for Uncle Rui and Jing Yanbai, all the people who usually serve her have been replaced by new ones.
Moreover, Jing Yanbai was very keenly aware of her thoughts of committing suicide, so he threatened her with Nan Cheng's life.
Ye Hanzhi tightened his arms and hugged her, and his heart hurt as if a dull knife was being filed back and forth. Her little girl, so young, was carrying guilt and hatred.
How did you get through eight years slowly?
How many sins have I endured to become what I am today?
Tang Zhixi leaned on his shoulder, smelling the agarwood fragrance on his body. It was clear that the agarwood in her room was taken from his house.
But there is always something different about Ye Hanzhi, which makes people feel at ease and calm.
After being quiet for a while, Tang Zhixi said: "That's why I hate people who I can't beat. It's easy for me to have murderous intentions."
Ye Hanzhi lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair.
The little girl is always like this. She is obviously afraid of even mentioning something to herself, fearing that the people around her will be saddened by her, so she always talks about it in an understatement, as if it doesn't matter.
In the end, it was funny.
No matter how cold she looks on the outside and hard to get close to, she always thinks of others in her heart.
"Have you ever had murderous intentions towards me?" Ye Hanzhi asked in a low voice.
"Yeah." Tang Zhixi said, "In Continent D, if I am arrested, my next plan is to kill you."
"So cruel?"
"If someone who is stronger than yourself cannot be used by you, then it is a threat and you cannot keep it." Tang Zhixi said in a casual tone.
Ye Hanzhi paused for a moment after hearing her words.
This sentence is too familiar.
"So I'm lucky that I recognized you in time." Ye Hanzhi smiled.
"Stop putting gold on yourself." Tang Zhixi said, "Did you do it in time?"
Ye Hanzhi smiled in a low voice: "Next time, next time I encounter your little vest, I will definitely recognize my little girl immediately."
Tang Zhixi chuckled: "If you don't recognize me, just wait to be beaten."
"Okay." Ye Hanzhi agreed with a smile, then kissed the side of her neck and said, "I will always stand here, don't treat me as an enemy."
After listening to his words, Tang Zhixi touched her fingertips and said nothing, acquiescing.
"I can also help you with Nanxiao's revenge." Ye Hanzhi said seriously.
Tang Zhixi moved her head, leaned on his shoulder, and said for a moment: "You have been helping me."
"Um?"
"319."
Ye Hanzhi patted her hand on the back and suddenly remembered that she had a fever last time due to mood swings.
She also crushed a wine glass.
It's actually the same person.
No wonder.
"You will always catch it," Ye Hanzhi said.
"Um."
The two hugged each other for a while, and Tang Zhixi gradually became sleepy, so she withdrew from his arms: "Go to sleep, I'm fine."
Ye Hanzhi looked at her and hesitated for a moment and said, "Can I not go back?"
Tang Zhixi raised her eyes and looked at him.
"Can I stay here with you?"
Tang Zhixi gradually narrowed her eyes.
Ye Hanzhi smiled: "Afraid of me? Why are you afraid of me?"
Tang Zhixi also smiled: "Afraid of you? What can you do?"
"There are so many things I can do." Ye Hanzhi's voice became softer and softer, "And you can't beat me, me."
Seeing her eyes becoming colder, Ye Hanzhi stopped what he was saying in time, coughed lightly and said, "You have a fever, I'm a little worried."
Tang Zhixi glanced at him again, fearing that he would sit in the living room all night, so she moved inside and said, "Come up."
He agreed so readily because he really didn't think he would do anything.
Ye Hanzhi raised his eyebrows, and after she lay down, he got on the bed and lay down as well.
Tang Zhixi closed her eyes, feeling the collapse on the sides, and her heart beat faster. She turned her back to Ye Hanzhi, covered her head with the quilt, and said in a muffled voice: "Turn off the lights."
"good."
Ye Hanzhi lay down and turned off the light.
The room fell into darkness, and his vision went dark for a while.
When his vision recovered, he gently lay on his side and looked at Tang Zhixi.
At first, he didn't understand why she accepted this script.
There are so many good books, and none of them are easier than this one. Why do you have to torture yourself and put yourself under so much physical and mental pressure every day?
Now he almost understands.
The heroine's experience resonated with her, or she felt sorry for the heroine in the script.
He still remembered what he said at that time: "How can she become stronger if she is not miserable?"
She didn't want to be like this, nor did she want to take on so many things, nor did she want to travel around, licking blood at the tip of a knife. It was reality that forced her to be like this.