Song Yan held the knife and suddenly turned around, looking at the man behind her, with a hint of defense on her face. The knife in her hand was hanging in the air, and the two of them looked at each other.

Seeing her move, Guo Ziming lowered his head, chuckled and said, "You don't need to be so nervous."

He looked at the door for a long time and found that Song Yan might have encountered some minor trouble. He took his hands out of his pocket and walked in front of her, and took away the knife she held in her hand: "I'll help you grind it."

After saying that, Guo Ziming turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

Song Yan was stunned for a long time.

More than ten minutes later, Guo Ziming came in with a kitchen knife. He put the newly sharpened knife on the counter and said, "Okay, it's okay to use it to cut meat and kill people now."

He means, if she wants to kill herself.

Song Yan quickly picked up the knife and took a step back. Thinking of what Guo Ziming did to her before, her heart was tangled and she had to be prepared for him: "You go out."

"Song Yan." Guo Ziming's hands were inserted back into his pocket, and his dark eyes looked at her deeply.

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, looked up at him and said, "Go out."

She turned her face away, turned her back to Guo Ziming.

However, Guo Ziming did not leave like this. When she turned around, he raised his hand and placed it on her shoulder. She suddenly turned around. The kitchen knife in her hand scratched a wound.

Bright red blood flowed from his wounds, and Guo Ziming did not retreat because of this. He calmly pulled out the handkerchief he carried with him and pressed his hands.

Song Yan was frightened and quickly threw away the knife in her hand, took a step back, stared at his arm with wide eyes and said, "I asked you to go out, why don't you go out? Do you think we two can still be like before? It's impossible, and we can never go back to the past, you go out."

Guo Ziming nodded and took a step back: "Okay, I'll go out, don't worry, I'm just a little bit of injury, I'll bandage it."

He saw erratic worries in her eyes.

She would still worry about him.

This is enough.

Guo Ziming turned around and walked out of the kitchen quickly.

And shortly after he left, Gao Yun came back.

She saw the blood on the ground, and there was a faint smell of blood and a tobacco left in the air, which was very familiar.

She stared at the blood on the ground and asked, "You killed the chicken just now."

Looking up at Song Yan, she saw that her face was pale and her right hand was trembling slightly. Gao Yun raised her hand and held her trembling right hand and asked, "Xiao Yan, what's wrong with you? You're so lost, it's like you've killed someone."

"I accidentally injured Guo Ziming just now. Sister Gao Yun, go and see him. His arm is injured. Go and bandage him." Gao Yun's words made Song Yan shudder, and then she quickly grabbed Gao Yun's wrist and gently pushed Gao Yun.

Gao Yun was naturally worried when she heard this. After Song Yan pushed her out of the kitchen, she hurried to the living room. However, Guo Ziming was not found in the living room. She quickly ran outside the house and found Guo Ziming smoking in the backyard of the old house.

The injured arm was covered with a black handkerchief, and the blood was soaked by the handkerchief, and the blood beads dripped on the ground through the handkerchief.

At this time, Guo Ziming leaned against a wall, lowered his head and smoked a cigarette, with a serious expression.
Chapter completed!