Yan Hui was seriously injured and had not healed, Nian Jinshu was helping him lie down.

"Does the wound still hurt?" Nian Jinshu asked.

Yan Hui was like he had done something wrong and did not dare to look directly into Nian Jinshu's eyes. He was embarrassed and ashamed. Every frame in the fantasy was clear. He hugged her, kissed her, and even fell asleep together.

He had just taken out a pill from the storage bag. Nian Jinshu said, "If the wound hurts, I will cook some medicine for you and I will bring some medicinal materials."

Yan Hui kept stuffing the pill back, "Okay!"

Nian Jinshu went downstairs to boil medicine, Feng Liangzheng and Xue Lan waited for them outside the fantasy world for three days, but they never closed their eyes. At this moment, they were sitting quietly in the inn, silent in the inn.

After boiling the medicine, Nian Jinshu went upstairs with the medicine, filtered the medicine residue, poured the soup. She sat next to him, scooped a spoonful of soup and blew it gently. Yan Hui's hand that was planning to pick up the bowl and fucked to the end, and silently retracted again.

Nian Jinshu blew the medicine one by one and fed it to him.

The soup is bitter, but the heart is sweet.

Nian Jinshu looked at the silly goose-like goose-like goose-like goose-like goose-like goose-like goose-like-like goose-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-like-

"Is the little fan... dead?" Nian Jinshu asked.

"Um."

"How did you die?"

Yan Hui kept silent, and Nian Jinshu couldn't bear to ask again. She had seen a young man with a high spirit in the illusion, but she couldn't stand Yan Hui's disappointment now.

"If you don't want to mention it, then first..."

"My mother braised it."

New Year's Jinshu, "..."

Nian Jinshu sat alone on the roof of the inn, dazed. The whole city was very quiet, without any wind, the sky was blue, the clouds were low, and everything was silent.

But she had red eyes.

When she was a child, Yan Hui accompanied her to catch a little hare in the woods. She couldn't let go and stayed with her for days. One day, Yan Hui asked for it, and the little hare came back to eat and asked for the little rabbit.

No matter how much she likes Yan Hui, she is willing to give it to her.

The rabbit was caught together and gave it to Yanhui. She was willing to do so. After she returned to Wanping City, she wrote a message to ask him if the little fans were good. Yanhui drew a thick stack of small fans portraits and sent it to her.

He also likes fans.

There was a wind rippling beside him, and Yan Hui changed into a black robe and sat beside her. He couldn't hide the little fan's affairs. After all, it was based on the truth. Nian Jinshu calmed down, "You don't rest, what are you doing?"

"Accompany you."

His little girl was sad alone.

"Is that sword spike also destroyed by Mrs. Yan?"

Yan Hui did not answer, as accusation. Nian Jinshu felt soft and said nothing. Nian Jinshu smiled bitterly, "Yan Hui, you and I grew up childhood sweethearts, but I... don't know you at all."

It's my fault!

"I don't blame you." Yan Hui could always understand her subtext, "It's me who insisted on doing it alone and tasted the bitter fruits, and it has nothing to do with you."

Yan Hui's lies cannot be hidden, and a illusion is exposed to express clearly.

He was grateful to Nian Jinshu for not telling his thoughts and leaving him with dignity and dignity, but shame and embarrassment lingered in his heart. Everything he did in the past seemed to have become a farce.

This illusion came unexpectedly.

"I'm sorry, I once again let you taste the pain of losing your father."

"If I don't taste the pain of losing my father again, I will be buried in a secret realm. You and I will be separated from heaven and man forever, and humans will be separated from each other."
Chapter completed!