The quilt in Ye Feifei's hand was torn to pieces, and her delicate and white hands were covered with blood. She hated herself so much. She hated herself for not finding out this earlier, and she hated herself for being so stupid and being deceived by Marianne!
"Does it hurt?" Ji Zhenting looked at the blood flowing from Ye Feifei's hands, and his heart ached.
Ye Feifei shook her head, "It doesn't hurt. Compared to the pain in my heart, this is just a mosquito bite. Is Sophia still alive?"
Ji Zhenting turned around to find the medical kit, took out the gauze, and then slowly said: "She was originally alive, but I let her die. She was dumped in the garbage station!"
"Thank you very much." Ye Feifei said.
Ji Zhenting put gauze on Ye Feifei's hand and found the hemostatic spray, "Take care of the wound yourself, and I'll tell you about the child after that."
"Yeah." There was no other color on Ye Feifei's face, only pain, the white color caused by pain.
My child, I'm sorry. Your mother's incompetence caused you to be haunted by the devil as soon as you were born! I'm sorry, it's your mother who is sorry for you!
Tears kept flowing in her heart. Ye Feifei's pain was unspeakable. She hated those people, and she hated herself even more for being so weak and incompetent at that time!
After treating the wound with difficulty, Ye Feifei asked in a cold voice: "What happened to the child?"
"His life was not destined to end. He was picked up by a priest and sent to a local orphanage. The orphanage also made a link for the child to find relatives. Later, he was accepted by the Tianchao Welfare Institute. I have not found out the trajectory after that. You know
We will not touch the Chinese side. Finding this place is my limit." Ji Zhenting said. In fact, he also wanted to help Ye Feifei continue to investigate. Unfortunately, he had an agreement with the old man about nationality. The old man was not dead, so he could not go back.
In heaven, if you can't come back, you won't be able to do many things.
"Ji Zhenting, thank you!" Ye Feifei had no other words to say except thank you at this moment.
"Kitty, if you want to thank me, give me a kiss." Ji Zhenting said and put his face close to hers.
Ye Feifei glanced at Ji Zhenting and couldn't raise her fist.
In the past, at Twenty Six, when she was unhappy, Ji Zhenting would use this method to force him to take action. Ji Zhenting's theory is that there is nothing that one fight cannot solve. If one fight is not enough, fight a few more.
Things are different now. She is no longer the hot-blooded Fei, and she no longer needs to vent her anger in this way.
"Tsk, tsk, Feifei, you have really changed. You don't even hit me anymore. Oh my, I miss your fists and your eye-catching face like fire." Ji Zhenting said as he lay on the sofa and looked sideways at Ye Feifei.
"Ji Zhenting, I'm not in the mood to joke with you today. I'm tired, so I'll leave first. The dagger isn't too bad, so I'll keep it." Ye Feifei said as she took the small bag, put on her coat, and prepared to walk out.
"Fei..." Ji Zhenting called softly.
Ye Feifei paused on her feet, turned around and said, "Is something wrong?"
"At least there is good news. Your son is still alive. As long as he is alive, he has a chance to find him, what do you think?" Ji Zhenting had actually been thinking about these words for a long time. He thought Ye Feifei should want to hear such words.
"Hmm...I know. Ji Zhenting, I will take care of the child-finding myself. If it is inconvenient for you to return to Heaven, don't take the risk of coming back in the future." Ye Feifei walked out of the room as she said that.
She knew that Ji Zhenting was not on a mission this time. In the past two years, Ji Zhenting always said that he had a mission from China. But she knew best that Twenty-Six rarely accepted missions from China, and even if he did, he would never send Ji Zhenting.
His mission was just an excuse, an excuse to see him.
But feelings are so hard to force. No matter how kind Ji Zhenting is to her, she can't fall in love with him.