In the entire Yun family, only Mr. Yun's room seems to be the most soothing. No matter how fierce the "war" outside is, there will always be peace here...
The redness and swelling in my hands have not gone away, and the suppuration has become more serious, but it has no effect at all when I carry the bowl. Maybe the pain is too severe, but it confirms the sentence that the pain is slight, and I can no longer feel the pain.
"Uncle Yun, it's time to eat." Her originally sweet voice was so hoarse, and the torture had not subsided, but it would be fine as long as she could speak.
Han Yi'er's expression at the moment was so soft and elegant, as if she had returned to the past. She would always blow the food into Mr. Yun's mouth carefully. She treated Mr. Yun no less well than her own mother, and even some
Worse than that. She is such a person, she treats everyone with sincerity, but what she gets in exchange for it is falsehood.
She had imagined that the Uncle Yun in front of her was her father, but she would stop her delusions at the right time every time because she was afraid that she would transfer her father's hatred to Master Yun.
"Uncle Yun, I'm sorry for yesterday." Thinking of yesterday's mistake, she felt very guilty. Seeing that Master Yun was doing nothing, she felt a little relieved.
She got up and went to the bathroom to wipe Mr. Yun's body, change diapers, and change clothes. She did it without any carelessness or flaw.
For money? For responsibility? What is she doing all this for?
At this moment, Yun Aotian saw so clearly through the crack in the door that the figure in his eyes was Han Yi'er! It was Han Yi'er! He never thought that she would have such strength to move her father, never thought that she would have such strength to move her father.
I will do my best!
What is she doing for this? Has she forgotten the harm she caused her before? If it is to pass on, then she can transfer the harm she has caused her to her father!
But she didn't do that...
What about him?
Yun Aotian kept blaming herself with a sad face. Even if she sold everything for money, at least she would not transfer her hatred to others. What about herself?
Oh, when it comes to being despicable, does it mean that you are even more despicable?
But who can understand the hatred and hurt in his heart? How many times did he tell himself that she was Han Yi'er, and how many times did he uncontrollably use her body to vent?
Looking at Han Yi'er who was devoted to Mr. Yun in the room, Yun Aotian was trapped in bottomless purgatory. How happy would he be if it was Li Yi'er inside? However, the filial woman inside was Han Yi'er, and all he had was
Self-blame and guilt. How to distinguish them? How to make up for the harm he did to Han Yi'er? Yun Aotian felt so confused...
"Master." Butler Li handed the briefcase in his hand to Yun Aotian.
"Steward Li, yesterday I asked you to bring a doctor to treat Miss Han. Did you go?" Yun Aotian asked Steward Li with a cold face.
"Gone." Butler Li always looked so calm when he lied, but Yun Aotian had already seen everything!
"Going? Why didn't Miss Han's injury on her hand get better after she went?" That sharp and cold gaze looked directly at Butler Li.
"Xiaohan refused to be treated."
Now that Butler Li said this, it seemed to anger Yun Aotian even more. After all, Butler Li knew the harm Li Yier had done to him best.
Why are you refusing medical treatment? Are you angry with yourself? But the body is not hers? Why are you so stubborn? Thinking of this, Yun Aotian frowned, but recalling the way Han Yi'er was waiting for her father in the room, he did not say anything