I looked at him expressionlessly, how could I feel?
How should I feel?
I thought everything was just a nightmare, and maybe it would be fine if I woke up. Yin Yijie was still that gentle guardian who was a little too gentle.
However, when I saw him yelling at the nurse just now, I suddenly understood
I may never wake up from this nightmare.[
I began to be afraid of his tenderness.
I lowered my head and looked at the back of my hand. The whitening mark was already very light, and the bruises were also very light. It seemed that time was really good and could cure the disease.
"Master, do you want to bring the food in or eat it in the restaurant?" Comfort suddenly appeared at the door, as quiet as usual.
Yin Yijie turned to look at me, as if asking what I meant.
I raised my eyelids to look at him, not wanting to move.
If possible, I would rather stay as far away from him as possible; not looking at him, just pretend he is not there.
Yin Yijie brought me a cloak, lifted the quilt, and reached out to hug me.
I hurriedly hid aside, grabbing the quilt with both hands, my fingers so tight that they turned white, gritting my teeth, waiting, on guard.
"Ke'er" Yin Yijie's voice was low and disappointed, like broken crystal
"Ms. Zhuang, you haven't eaten for more than a day. If you continue like this, you will starve. Master," Comfort came over to explain.
I moved behind the bed board, I wanted to avoid everyone, I wanted to find someone to rely on.
His comfortable words were interrupted by Yin Yijie's eyes, and his steps were stopped by my expression and movements.
My heart keeps trembling: Yin Yijie is really powerful, he can shut up many people with just one look.
I also shut up and said nothing. I didn’t want to say anything and I had nothing to say.
"Miss Zhuang, the matter is over. The Liao family and the Miao family have reported the case. Moreover, those people have never bullied you. They want to be a little more liberal." Comfortable and Yin Yijie stood by the bed, not daring to come close, and they said nothing.
Stop trying to convince me, "I thought you were playing outside that day. Later, I called you late, but couldn't get through several times. I know I am the most responsible for this, and I also ask Miss Zhuang to take care of herself. When she recovers, I will
I can do anything."
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