"I want to go find him." I didn't even have the strength to push Ning Huachen away, I just murmured: "I want to go find him, I can't leave him alone..."
"From now on, you can't leave here. I will announce your official return to the tribe." Ning Huachen said, "Or do you also want to become a traitor?"
I looked at Ning Huachen's face and buried my head feebly in his arms. A clear trace of pride and joy flashed across his face, and I whispered: "They are really all dead?"
"Do you still need my proof?" Ning Huachen said, "I will take you to see their bodies."
"No, no need." My voice was trembling: "I don't want to look."
"You need to digest this fact." Ning Huachen raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Sister Ping walked in, took a look at my face, and then quickly lowered her head: "Master."
"Take good care of her, I'm going out for a trip." Ning Huachen's eyes burst into laughter: "Seeing is believing, I'm going to verify it with my own eyes."
As soon as Ning Huachen left, Sister Ping immediately put away all the sharp things in the room. Watching her busy, I was dumbfounded and just leaned on the bed, "No need to put it away, I won't die like this." I was cold.
He said coldly: "I'm not that kind of person."
"Just in case." Sister Ping said, and finally, even the nail clippers were taken away.
She forgot the curtain. I thought that I could use it to kill myself, but I really didn’t have this idea. My eyes were still dry and astringent. The fragmented scene in the photo and Fenghuang’s lifeless face alternated in my mind.
I felt so heartbroken that I couldn't feel anything. I walked to the window, and those figures were still there. The sound of the waterfall in the distance seemed to announce its existence. I must exist too, and I clenched my fists...
Ning Huachen went away for a long time and didn't come back until the afternoon. When he came in, he saw me sitting in the rocking chair, staring at him expressionlessly, "Have you eaten?" He sat opposite me and looked at me from his side.
The sense of accomplishment can be seen on the expression, which is undoubtedly another blow to me.
"After eating, I won't starve myself." I said.
"Du Group and Times Entertainment are preparing to block the news from the outside world." Ning Huachen said: "Fenghuang's body is placed in the Blue Club, Du Bin... It's very bad, because there is no complete body, so it is now placed in the funeral parlor, waiting for the body.
repair."
"Stop talking." I stood up and swayed my legs. Ning Huachen supported me: "The matter is not over yet. None of them can live. Keeping your children is the last act of kindness. My next step is
The targets are Murong Changfeng and Feng Fei."
I was already numb. The Ning Huachen in front of me was no longer the unpredictable young man, but an ambitious murderer. I pushed him away and went upstairs alone. After returning to the room, I fell to the floor.
The last hope was shattered...
I went through a sluggish period for three days, like a zombie. Every day I ate, showered and slept with the help of Sister Ping. She hardly spoke. She changed her previous curiosity and stayed by my side silently. She never mentioned Sister Lan and Sister Lan.
Cong Yang, three days later, I finally woke up. It’s better to say awakening than waking up.
I started to take the initiative to eat, changing my previous decadence. In the past three days, Ning Huachen did not stay here completely. He would go out every afternoon and would not come back until evening. He would come over and chat with me. It was just his actions.
It could be heard from his tone that the process was not going smoothly. Feng Huang and Du Bin had already asked the clan members to move to a secret place, and Murong Changfeng and Feng Fei were not easy to deal with.
The more depressed he is, the more excited I am.
I had to bury my true feelings, pretend that I was numb, and even express passive submission. Having worked in an entertainment company, I had seen how those artists behaved one way before others and another behind the scenes, and it came in handy now.
Ning Huachen is happy that I am becoming more and more obedient. I am like a sparrow imprisoned in a prison. Yes, it is just a sparrow. Ning Huachen's attitude towards me is very complicated. Sometimes he is like an emperor who controls everything.
Sometimes he acts like a child who likes to let off steam, sometimes he acts like an ignorant little brother in front of me, and now, he seems to want to show his purely masculine side, which scares me a little.
I sat by the window, and Ning Huachen anxiously circled beside me. I continued to remain silent. The confrontation with the Xia clan was not so smooth. If I spoke, it would only anger him. He has broken many cups recently.
and plates, and even the bathroom mirror was not spared.
"Can't you talk to me? You rarely look up at me because I have the shadow of the Phoenix Emperor on me?"
"Don't mention his name." I didn't raise my head, just stared at the book in my hand, a Western masterpiece about revenge. "The reason why you are feeling this way now is simply because I am bleeding the same blood as you, even though it is only half the amount.
Yes, you have found the feeling of Sister Lan in me. Don't be fooled by this feeling. It is actually vulnerable because I have never really cared about you, I am just being polite."
Ning Huachen slapped the book from my hand: "It's not good for you to irritate me."
"I know, can't I even tell my true thoughts now? Okay, I understand." I stood up and stood in front of the bookshelf again, choosing books that suited me.
There is such a kind of person who lacks a piece of his heart and wants to work hard to make up for it, but the gap is difficult to fill because of too many desires. This kind of person also has excessive ambition. The only thing I can grasp now is this.
Even if I have a cold attitude, I will occasionally pour Ning Huachen a cup of coffee or cover him with a blanket when he lies on the sofa. These actions will give him hope that I will join this family and return to my own bloodline.
It's just an illusion I created. I will avenge Feng Huang and Du Bin in my own way.
My heart was anxious. I finally fell ill and had a high fever. Sister Ping called the doctor and started an intravenous drip. After two bottles of medicine, my body was still hot. I began to miss Fenghuang and his cold body every day.
Every inch of my skin could make me feel safe, and I missed the warmth of Dupin's body and the calming and reassuring embrace. I tossed and turned between ice and fire until I fell asleep.
A hand moved between my cheek and neck. I opened my eyes and saw Ning Huachen's face. He leaned down and hesitated for a moment, as if he was trying his best to control himself. I was surprised: "You do it?"
What?"
He didn't answer and kissed me directly on the lips. I was so angry that I bit it hard. Blood came out of the corner of his mouth and slipped into my mouth. I struggled to get up. Ning Huachen held me down.
The blood from my mouth slid down my throat and rolled into my stomach. I felt extremely uncomfortable. I pulled my hand out and was held by him: "Is this your return gift?"
"Are you crazy? What do you think I am?" I yelled angrily.