Zhuang Yibo's eyes fell on her face, but his whole body was still in a stagnant state, and there was no fluctuation in his sight.
Seeing her like this, Qianxing couldn't help but become anxious. He pulled her into the bathroom, pulled her in front of the mirror, and asked her to look at herself in the mirror, "Yibo, see clearly, you are yourself! You There is no need to pretend or cover up anymore... There is no Shen Wangjin here, you can face me with your true self, okay?"
After a while, Zhuang Yibo's eyes finally slowly started to change.
She looked at herself in the mirror again and again. After a long time, she finally spoke, but she did not respond to Qianxing's question. She just whispered: "Qianxing, Mr. Shen said that he had no way to find out about him. , he asked me for help, hoping that I could use your connections to inquire about the situation."
Qianxing couldn't help but be startled when he heard this, and then whispered: "When did it happen?"
"When we were in London," Zhuang Yibo said, "Mr. Shen... he is very capable. He can handle many things... If there is something that even he can't do, then -"
"Yibo!" Qianxing interrupted her at once, "Can you please stop imagining things? What happens to Shen Wangjin or his brother has nothing to do with me or you! Is it possible for him to treat you like this? Still want to help him? How can you help him? Don't say you didn't call me. Even if you did, I can't help you with this matter! You didn't do anything wrong. There is no need to feel guilty! Even if there is something wrong with Shen Wangjin, you don’t need to take any responsibility for it! Do you understand? "
After hearing Qianxing's words, Zhuang Yibo's eyes, which had been frozen for a long time, trembled slightly, and the next moment, tears suddenly burst out of his eyes uncontrollably.
Qianxing quickly reached out and hugged her, and whispered: "Yibo, it really has nothing to do with you. Just relax, relax as much as possible..."
Qianxing finally led Zhuang Yibo back to the bed and watched her lie down. Qianxing sat with her for a long time and watched her finally slowly close her eyes. Then she stood up carefully and walked out of Zhuang Yibo's room. .
Although she advised Zhuang Yibo to relax and stop thinking about this matter, Qianxing was not so easy to relax about this matter - after all, whether Shen Wangjin lived or died, it would affect Zhuang Yibo's future, and she had to figure it out as soon as possible. thing.
When Qianxing came downstairs, Zhuang Zhonghong and Han Qin were still sitting in the living room. They saw her coming downstairs and wanted to say something to her, but Qianxing didn't seem to see them and rushed out.
Han Qin was startled, and the next moment, his face darkened.
…
Zhuang Yibo didn't sleep for long.
She seemed to clearly know that she was sleeping, and even clearly knew that she was dreaming.
In the dream, she seemed to have returned to her childhood, when her parents always quarreled, and she could hear the two of them quarreling through the door.
Zhuang Yibo slowly opened his eyes, and the quarrel continued.
She sat up slowly and listened carefully for a while before realizing that it was not a dream.
Zhuang Zhonghong and Han Qin were really quarreling.
In fact, the number of quarrels between Zhuang Zhonghong and Han Qin has been very few over the years, because Zhuang Zhonghong's temper has become much more restrained than before. Most of the time, he tolerated Han Qin, but this time, why did the two quarrel again?
Zhuang Yibo put on his shoes, stood up slowly, opened the door and walked out.
"...At this time, you still care about the women outside?" Han Qin's hysterical voice came from Zhuang Zhonghong's study, "Zhuang Zhonghong, you are shameless and I want to be shameless! Do you still remember how Yi Xuan died that year?
If it weren’t for the woman outside of you, would Yi Xuan have died? You simply won’t change your ways! You’ve already killed one of my daughters, are you going to make me completely destitute before you give up?”
…
Zhuang Yibo only felt that he was still dreaming.
My sister obviously died because of her crying in the car, which distracted her father and caused a car accident. She died to protect her. Why would my mother say that my sister died because of the woman outside her father?
Zhuang Yibo couldn't understand, he just felt that he was still in a dream, and the logic of things in dreams was always not so smooth.
But it's so real.
Mom's voice is too real...
She couldn't help but turn her head and look at her surroundings.
It was the home she was familiar with.
It was a home she knew all too well.
But for some reason, everything felt so strange. The high roof of the corridor seemed to be far away in the horizon, but it pressed hard on her body and nerves. Even the paintings hanging in the corridor turned into strange shapes.
The shapes, the things in the painting, seemed to come alive, rushing towards her and squeezing towards her——
Zhuang Yibo kept retreating, and then retreating...
Downstairs, the aunt who was passing by the stairs looked up and saw the situation upstairs. She exclaimed in surprise: "Miss, be careful!"
But it was already too late.
Zhuang Yibo retreated, his figure swayed, and then he fell down the stairs——