Seeing that he had calmed down, Gu Beisheng slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
She bent over, sat down next to him, and gently opened his fisted hand, revealing rows of deep and shallow finger marks inside.
There are old wounds and there are new wounds.
The smell of blood permeated the air, which was somewhat shocking.
She frowned slightly and put his hand on the edge of the sofa.
For the first time, I was curious as to what was going on in his mind that would cause him to torture himself like this every time he got sick.
She picked up the medicine kit and returned to him.
Take out the disinfectant solution and cotton swabs from inside, carefully clean his wounds, and then wrap them with gauze.
Every movement was very gentle, for fear of hurting him.
Suddenly, the man's lips moved, and his voice was erratic and clear, mixed with deep guilt: "I'm sorry..."
Gu Beisheng was startled and looked up at him. His brows were still furrowed, as if he had a nightmare, and his eyelashes kept trembling.
Suddenly, he moved his big palm and wrapped her small hand in it very lightly.
Then, I heard him murmuring softly: "I'm sorry."
She was sure that he was not awake.
Therefore, this apology was not meant for her.
In his heart, there must be an unspeakable past.
She wanted to pull her hand away, but seeing his appearance, her heart skipped a beat, but she didn't move after all. She let him hold her hand and sat with him like this.
I just felt sleepy and fell asleep.
The servants at home did not dare to approach them for fear of waking them up.
At night, a gust of wind blew by. Fu Xizhou moved his hands slightly, frowned, and suddenly opened his eyes. His vision was completely dark.
He moved and suddenly felt the softness of his palms. He lowered his eyes and looked under the moonlight, and saw her small and delicate hands. He froze for a moment.
He let go of his hand almost subconsciously.
She pursed her lips slightly, moved her body, then put her hands on her legs, and fell asleep again.
Fu Xizhou frowned, he actually fell asleep sitting on the sofa with this woman.
This was the first time that he lost his guard against people other than his family.
This made him feel very uneasy and even a little irritable.
At this moment, footsteps were heard, and then the light was turned on.
He looked up and saw Jiang Yu coming back supporting his grandma.
Mrs. Fu was so happy to see him that she smiled excitedly. Just when she was about to speak, she saw Gu Beisheng taking a nap. She stopped talking immediately and even her walking voice became softer.
Jiang Yu didn't notice her. He just felt that he hadn't seen Fu Xizhou for a long time and said happily: "Second brother, grandma today..."
Fu Xizhou frowned coldly and gave her a cold look.
Jiang Yu froze, then saw Gu Beisheng sleeping next to him, bit his lip gently, and said no more.
She lowered her eyes, with a deep sense of loss in her eyes.
Mrs. Fu whispered: "Xizhou, it's going to rain outside. Take Shengsheng to the room to sleep. Don't catch a cold."
Jiang Yu was startled: "Grandma, doesn't the second brother have..."
Before he finished speaking, Fu Xizhou picked up Princess Gu Beisheng, walked to the second floor with his long legs.
Jiang Yu's expression gradually darkened, and then he remembered that his phobia of women had no effect on Gu Beisheng.
Mrs. Fu looked back at her: "What do you want to say about your second brother?"
Jiang Yu's eyes flashed, and she said with some worry: "It's okay. I just saw that both of the second brother's hands were injured and wrapped in gauze. I was worried that if he hugged the second sister-in-law, the wound would open."