Chapter 417: Jue Xin: I can't if I don't care. Six
Juexin: I don’t care, I can’t. (6)
A day is neither long nor short.
For Wan Qing, who could only lie on the bed and couldn't move, seconds seemed like seconds.
Especially after Juexin left, she would look at the empty door from time to time.
Thinking about when he would come back and counting how much time had passed.
When she was hungry, she ate something that I had prepared for her in advance. It was cold and dry. But it was delicious.
She didn't dare to eat too much, let alone drink too much, for fear that it would be a last resort.
It hurts every time you stand up, and the wound will tear, which is the same thing.
More importantly, she didn't want to sleep in a smelly room.
She was bored to the extreme, so she forced herself to think about something.
I was thinking about Xiao Jing, but I heard from Juexin that Xiao Jing seemed to be injured, and I didn’t know if it was serious or not.
I think about the seventeenth prince, the uncle-nephew fight, and I don’t know who wins and who loses in the end.
I thought of the third prince again.
Juexin asked her why she cared about the third prince. It wasn't that she didn't want to answer, but she didn't know how to say it.
The third prince looked very much like the same person. She once thought he was a person who appeared in a dream and had never appeared before.
The woman who died just after she came to this world. She thought that that memory was just like the memory of that god, it was just a dream.
That's right, the third prince looked very much like that woman, the woman she once thought was her biological mother, that... woman she had long forgotten.
She doesn't care who gave birth to her. Anyway, from birth to now, the only mother she knows is Hongyun.
The only relatives she recognized were members of the Xiao family.
She doesn't want to recognize anyone, no matter how rich or poor she is, whether she is a relative of the royal family or a relative of the country, she doesn't care.
However, she could not help but be curious about why the woman died in the memory that she had almost forgotten, and she still remembered the woman who slapped her.
What she wanted to know was actually just the facts.
The sun sets in the west and the sky becomes dark. When the sky clears at night, it is natural to think of Juexin.