"Yichen, even if you hate me, you still have to eat something. If you don't eat well, you won't have the strength to take revenge." Nan Chenyu spoke, his voice was a little tired and hoarse, and his side face was covered by the bangs in front of his forehead, so he couldn't see clearly.

The expression at this time.

"Yichen, please open the door, please." Nan Chenyu called again, his tone full of pleading. You can even imagine the pain on his face that was covered by hair at this time.

There was still no movement in the room. There was a door across the room, two people in the same mood, silent.

Jinghong waited quietly, something desperate surging in his heart. He looked at Nan Chenyu's slender figure. In the past, Xuanyi's black hair was so high-spirited and indescribably elegant, but now it was like a thick touch.

A thick haze enveloped his entire being.[

Nan Chenyu, what is it that has wiped out every bit of your talent, elegance, arrogance, laziness, and arrogance, leaving you with a state of melancholy?

There was no response in the room for a long time. Nan Chenyu sighed in despair and turned to leave. He saw Jinghong standing quietly aside. When he met her gaze, his heart felt soft and touched, but he was speechless.

"How is he?" When he came to his side, Jinghong asked lightly, looking past him at the closed door.

"He refused to open the door and refused to speak." Nan Chenyu shook his head and looked down at the food on the tray. He would rather Yichen raised his sword and killed him than tortured himself like this. If he died in his hands in the end

Rather than being tortured to death by the poison in his body, it became a gift from God.

Jinghong stopped talking. They had always been more silent than talked in the past, and over time they got used to this kind of silence.

"It's the Spring Festival. Wan Hua really wants to spend a warm New Year with you and Yi Chen, telling stories to Yi Chen around the stove..." I have never had a happy meal with the person I like.

New Year's Eve dinner, celebrating the New Year together, setting off firecrackers... His words were like whispers, passing by her ears vaguely, then brushed her shoulders and walked over.

His words seemed to come from a distant century, and Jinghong's heart was unprepared for a ripple. When he came to his senses, he turned around and saw that the black figure had disappeared into the distance.

Nan Chenyu...murmured this unforgettable name in a low voice. She walked slowly to Nan Yichen's door, raised her hand to knock on the door, but after several hesitations, she put her hand down.
Chapter completed!