Xue'er has been looking stupid and silly for a week. Leng Anye looked at Xue'er's empty eyes with distress, and the tears that fell down her face from time to time, but was unable to do anything for Xue'er.
There has been no news about Lian, and the person who saved him and Xue'er seemed to have disappeared from the world, without any clue. And his leg...
Leng Anye lowered his head and stared blankly at his still unconscious legs. Shaking his head vigorously, Leng Anye turned the wheelchair.
"Girl, are you hungry?"
Leng Anye's fingertips gently touched Xue'er's face. Her face was so cold, but Leng Anye couldn't feel it because his fingertips were equally cold.[
"Girl, what are you thinking about?"
Leng Anye ignored Xue'er's dullness, and her voice was full of tenderness.
"Master, it's time to eat."
The housekeeper looked at Leng Anye and sighed helplessly. For a whole week, Leng Anye stayed with Miss Xueer so tenderly every day. These two people made people feel so distressed...
"Master, the old lady brought back two people, saying that they might be able to cure Miss Xueer's disease, and they might also be able to cure the young master's leg..."
"Well, I understand, let them come in."
There was no joy in Leng Anye's voice. Because in this week, "Nai" and "Nai" have brought back countless people who claimed to be able to cure themselves. But they all returned in vain. Leng Anye has changed from the original one.
Joy, excitement, turned into indifference now.
So what if it can't be cured... I just hope that Xue'er can stop herself from being so wronged.
"Girl, did you hear that?"
The housekeeper sighed and left. Leng Anye turned around and looked at Xue'er, his eyes so soft that they could drip water.
"Maybe our illnesses can all be cured... Girl, are you happy?"
Seeing Xue'er's still indifferent expression, Leng Anye's heart began to throb again.
"Xue'er..."
Suddenly, a trembling female voice sounded from behind. Xue'er's expression was shocked for a moment, and Leng Anye frowned in confusion.
"Xue'er, Xue'er, don't you recognize me?"
Xiaoxiu and Ling had just learned that something serious had happened in Xueer's family, and the whereabouts of Qian were unknown. Xiaoxiu reached out her hand distressedly and wiped away the tears rolling down the corners of Xueer's eyes.
"Xue'er, Xue'er, if you don't become strong, how will you use your strength to find your brother?"
Xiaoxiu's voice was very soft and soft, but when Xueer heard the word "brother", her body still trembled violently.
"Brother...brother..."[
Xue'er recited it over and over again like a dream. This was the first time in this week that Xue'er spoke. Her voice was so hoarse.
"Brother...brother...brother..."
Tears were like broken beads, pouring out of Xueer's big watery eyes. She couldn't stop them.
"Xue'er, I can feel that Ma'an is not dead, so you can't be so decadent! Maybe Ma'an is waiting for you to find him somewhere, Xue'er, you must get better..."
Xiaoxiu was already crying. She couldn't feel the breath of the sickle... not at all, not even the breath of the soul. It was as if the sickle suddenly disappeared from this world, completely disappeared.
generally……
If he was still alive, how could he let Xue'er be so sad... If he was dead, even his soul should stay by Xue'er's side... What on earth... happened...