Her behavior made Mu Yihan feel even more strange.

Feng's eyes narrowed slightly and he didn't say anything that might irritate her.

Mu Yihan also stood up and moved towards her. When he saw him approaching, Qin Yi, who was already wary, immediately said: "Stop, stop, don't come over."

As he got closer, she stepped back, always keeping a certain distance from her.

Finally it was moved to the living room.

"Xiaoyi, you said today is the last time we see each other, so you don't want to give me one last hug?"

Hug, this is her most luxurious dream now.

She dreamed of hugging him.

A gap in his body was opened, and Qin Yi nodded in a daze. He stood there and watched Mu Yihan get closer.

His fearful expression gradually calmed down, and he watched blankly as he gradually approached the figure that he missed so much.

Mu Yihan slowly raised his hand, already within reach of her, but just when he was about to touch her, Qin Yi suddenly seemed to be stimulated by something, and kept shaking his head, and he also backed away in fear.

He was still mumbling something.

"No... dirty... no... dirty..."

"Don't come over, don't come over..."

This time Mu Yihan didn't listen to her. He only had to take one more step to catch her.

Qin Yita is so abnormal today. She must have the answer to his doubts, and she must be sent to the hospital this morning.

Seeing that he was about to touch her, Qin Yi wanted to open his hand, but at every critical moment, he could think of the injury on it and hide it in his pocket in fear.

The hand seemed to touch her side. The moment Mu Yihan's hand was about to put on her shoulder, the black muzzle of the gun was pointed at Mu Yihan.

The hand stopped in mid-air, and the hand holding the gun seemed to be shaking.

Tears flowed down again.

The injury on his hand was once again exposed in Mu Yihan's eyes.

Staring at her scarred hands, Mu Yihan narrowed his eyes slightly.

With his raised hands, the wounds seemed to have spread to his arms through the wide sleeves.

But the places that can be reached by sight are limited.

However, Mu Yihan intuitively felt that her injury was more than just that.

Some of the injuries looked like burns from cigarette butts, while others were bruises left by heavy objects.

Large and small, everywhere on your hands.

"...I just want to have a good last meal with you. I don't want you to see it, I don't want it..."

Qin Yi seemed to be a little confused, and the muzzle of the gun pointed at him was trembling.

She would rather point the gun at herself than at him.

Just why did he force her?

"Yihan, no one will hurt you in this life. I'm sorry for doing so many things that make you disappointed and sad."

Tears wetted his cheeks, each drop seemed to be corrosive, and the burning was painful.

"Will you forgive me?"

Qin Yi became cautious again, with a solemn expression as if this was a very important result.

Mu Yihan looked at her with hopeful eyes, as if his answer would be the source of all her hope.

Mu Yihan nodded quietly and took another step forward, "Don't come over, or I'll shoot."

Seeing that he insisted on touching her, Qin Yi yelled loudly.

"No, you won't shoot. The last thing you want to hurt is me. You would rather hurt yourself than hurt me."

Mu Yihan's words made Qin Yi collapse.

He knows, he knows his own thoughts.
Chapter completed!