I really want to see every scene, thing, plant, and tree in ancient times. I really don’t want to live in darkness every day and live without a sense of security.
However, all things are beyond my control, and I am not an omnipotent god.
Qiangwei went to give me foot bath. The doctor said that my feet should be scalded with hot water every night to activate the veins, so that they can heal easily.
After Qiangwei left, I was a little scared and became extra sensitive.
"who?"
I heard footsteps and screamed.
The footsteps were very light, as if they didn't want to disturb me.
However, because I couldn't see, my ears naturally became a little sensitive, but I still felt it.
But that person didn't show up, as if I was paranoid.
But I can be sure that there were really footsteps just now, although the person stopped now and held his breath.
"come out."
I shouted coldly, not caring whether that person was an assassin or something.
"Ming Xi..."
Shortly after my second drink, a thick male voice sounded in my ears.
This voice is very unfamiliar to me, because I have only been in this world for less than a day, so the voices I hear are limited, especially male voices, which are almost non-existent.
I was silent and didn't speak.
Keeping the same in response to all changes will save people from knowing that I have lost my memory.
After a long time, perhaps because I didn't speak, the man sighed helplessly.
I could feel him standing in front of me, seeming to be looking at me helplessly.
I cursed in my heart: Who is this man?
"You don't want to pay attention to me, but you still blame me for not coming to see you?"
The man spoke again, and his voice was questioning, but also distressed and doting.
I didn't speak, I remained silent, still despite the changes.
I can't see the expression on my face, I probably have no expression now!
"Does your foot still hurt?"
As soon as the caring voice fell, the man's hand had already touched my ankle. I was so shocked that I wanted to run away.
"ah!"
His ankle was held by him, and I struggled, which would inevitably hurt the ankle on my hand.
After I screamed in pain, his hand had already left my ankle and he asked worriedly.