Zhongqing's whole body began to tremble. She didn't want to recall the past, nor did she want to express her inner feelings.
She shrank in fear and clenched her teeth tightly, as if she was fighting.
Seeing such love, Yi Jian stretched out his hand and put his arm around her shoulders, but found that her eyes had begun to blur.
"Zhongqing, what's wrong with you? Zhongqing?"
Yi Jian grabbed her shoulders and asked.
Zhong Qing seemed to have not heard Yi Jian's words at all, she just tried to shrink herself as much as possible.
She doesn't look like a normal person.
Yi Jian was flustered and immediately shouted at the top of her voice: "Xu Ang, Xu Ang..."
Xu Ang came quickly this time, and was shocked when he saw the scene in the house.
Zhongqing curled up on the ground, her eyes were blank, and her whole body was trembling, as if she was scared or going crazy.
"Young Marshal, Young Marshal's wife, what's wrong with her?"
"Don't ask so many questions, call Qin Ye and ask him to come over as soon as possible!" Yi Jian simply ordered, then leaned down, picked up Zhong Qing, and placed her on the bed.
Xu Ang had already taken the order and left.
Zhong Qing was lying on the bed, her eyes wide open and still looking lifeless. She hugged the quilt and huddled herself into a small ball on such a big bed, looking like she was insecure.
"Zhongqing..." Yi Jian sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out her hand, and wanted to hug Zhongqing, but Zhongqing quickly moved away, staring at her, and kept chattering: "Stay away from me.
, I hate you, I hate you... Stay away from me, stay away from me, I won't like you, I won't like you... I hate you... I hate you very much..."
"Zhong Qing, please calm down. How do you feel now?" Yi Jian had no choice but to stay away from her and look at her.
But she kept shaking her head, with a defensive look on her face.
Yi Jian's expression was extremely serious. Why did she suddenly become like this?
She seemed to mutter to herself that she was tired, and after a while, she lay on the bed, hugging the quilt, staring at him defensively, lying there quietly, not moving for a while.
Her hand was bleeding all the time. Yi Jian wanted to bandage it, but she tried to avoid it, leaving blood stains all over the bed.
In the end, there was really no other way, so Yi Jian could only forcefully hold her in his arms, hold her wrist, and give her medicine.
