He blinked, met my gaze, and seemed to remember what I said just now, and hurriedly lowered his head and murmured: "I just don't know, what's the use of me."

“…”

"But, I'm lucky to keep me if they didn't kill me."

“…”

"I want to go back and find my mother."

A burst of soreness surged in my throat, and without waiting for him to wipe the ground, he said, "Okay, you go out."

"Ah? But - yes."

He obediently carried the basin of water and walked out. I sat by the bed and looked at his back. I felt my eyes burned, as if something was about to pour out. I could only lower my head and stop looking.

The hatch door was closed.

About the evening, Pei Yuanxiu pushed the door open from outside again.

For several days in a row, his expression seemed very relaxed, and even a little joyful. I could probably feel that the war began to be beneficial to him, or directly, Yangzhou was in a dilemma, which made him look so relaxed.

But today, it is not at all.

When he walked in, although he was holding a candlestick in his hand, his eyes were pitch black.

There was an invisible pressure that emanated from his body. In just a moment, the whole room filled with force, almost making people breathless.

My face gradually turned pale.

He walked to the bed step by step, leaned down, and reached out to hook my chin.

I thought he was going to say something or ask what happened in this room during the day. After all, every little thing here could not be hidden from him, but he didn't say anything.
Chapter completed!