"Sister."

Even after so many years of separation, when his voice sounded in my ears again, I did not feel unfamiliar, because this voice had echoed in my nightmares countless times. At this moment, it was also like those voices that had been entangled with me for many years.

nightmare. My fingertips trembled in his palm.

He seemed to feel it and moved closer to me. He raised his other hand and slowly stretched it towards my cheek.

"Sister..."

But at this moment, I had no room to pay attention to his voice or avoid his hand, because at this time I discovered that he had to raise his head to look at me, and he had to raise his hand to touch me.

Me.

Because he is sitting in a wheelchair!

"You——"

I stared at the scene in front of me with wide eyes, but I couldn't believe my eyes at all, until his hand touched me, and his sweaty palm pressed against my cheek. Although it didn't have that kind of hot temperature, it felt warm.

The moment I touched it, it seemed like sparks were aroused, making me tremble violently.

"Your legs!"

"You are finally back."

"Your legs..."

"Sister, I finally waited until you came back."

"..."

I wanted to speak again, but nothing could come out. I watched him look at me with the same concentration as before, as if he wanted to carve my figure into his eyes and refuse to let them out again.<

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The kind of persistence that makes people frightened.

I don't know if it was fear or shock, but I took a step forward, stretched out my trembling hands towards him, and slowly touched his knees.

I don’t know what is the difference between a person in a wheelchair and a normal person when being touched. Maybe there is no difference at all. At least there is no change on his face, not even the slightest concern that he can only sit and look up at me.

Feeling disappointed, he still looked at me ecstatically and murmured: "I finally waited until you came back."

I slowly knelt down and looked at his two legs that were neatly placed there. They used to be such irregular legs that caused trouble all day long. He loved to run all over the mountains, relying on these two legs.

Even ignoring the ban time and time again, jumping over the wall and escaping from the house, it is also relying on these two legs.

I raised my head and looked at him: "How could this happen?"

He looked at me with a smile, but there was no pain in his eyes. Instead, he was shining with joy: "Sister, do you remember, I used to like coming here the most."

"..."

"Remember?"

"Remember."

"But at that time, this was not Sister Gui Tower, but Hongyan Tower. I liked climbing over the wall the most, and it was always at this time, because it was the only time I could see my sister."

My hand on his knee suddenly became cold.

Yes, I didn’t forget.

During those days spent in Hongyan Building, he would come often. Of course, he did not come in openly, but ignored the ban and climbed over the wall again and again. When he came in for the first time, he stood beside my bed and kept looking at me.

I was sleeping soundly until I woke up because I felt the hot gaze from my dream. When I saw his quiet but bright snake eyes in the night, I almost screamed.

At that time, he was only in his teens.

But it scares me.

Of course, what scares me is not just the eyes staring at me in the night.

Now, he still looks at me with that look. The world has changed, and he and I have changed too much, including age, identity, status, and even our bodies, but his eyes have always remained the same.

I said tremblingly: "I remember that every half month, you would come to see me; every time, it would be at this time, you would climb over the wall and come in without telling anyone."

He looked at me with a smile: "Sister, do you know why I only come here every half month?"

Only...

He said it as if he should come every day.

But when I met his eyes, it seemed that this was how it should be. I was silent for a moment and said, "I know, because every time you look at me, you will be - beaten up."

He looked at me with a smile: "I know that even if my sister is in Hongyan Building, she can't hide the things outside from her."

"..."

Yes, you can’t hide it from me.

I know clearly that every time he looks at me, his mother will punish him by kneeling down and beating his legs with a cane. While beating him, he will be asked if he dares to come again. If he comes again, he will be interrupted.

Legs.

Of course, that woman couldn't really break his legs, she just injured him. After a while, he was able to run and jump, and then he escaped from the guards again, climbed over the wall and came in to see me, and then when he went out again,

His leg was injured again.

Sometimes, I wonder where the persistence in him that scares me comes from, but if I think about it carefully, I may understand that blood is thicker than water. He is like his father and his mother. Not many women can really

She had the heart to hit her son's leg like this, but he didn't admit his fault, and she didn't stop beating him until he was scarred. Even when I came out of Hongyan Building, I found that his leg had some old wounds.

I held his knee and said, "I know your leg has been injured many times, but after so many years, it should be healed."

This time, he fell silent.

The lowered eyes looked dim for a moment under the surrounding lights. When they raised their eyes to look at me again, they were calm and dark: "That year, my father passed away."

"..."

As soon as I heard this sentence, my tense body collapsed.

I think I may never be able to be a completely bad person in this life because I cannot harden my heart.

Although I cried countless times, and even gnashed my teeth with hatred in many nights and dreams, the news that just confirmed that he had passed away still made me heartbroken.

And the person in front of me is someone with the same blood as me.

No matter how I treat him or how he treats me, sometimes, maybe he and I are the only ones connected in the world.

Thinking of this, my original guard was put down. I held his knees and choked slightly.

A slightly cool hand slowly and gently touched the back of my hand.

He leaned down to my ear and whispered in a voice so gentle that it was almost unreal——

"I also know that you are actually married."

"...!"

My heart trembled and I quickly raised my head.

He just looked at me, and there was nothing else reflected in his eyes so close to me. The dull darkness made my heart palpitate. I was about to push away when he gently stroked the back of my hand.

His hand suddenly clasped me tightly, and the strength in his hand almost crushed my finger bones, but his voice and his eyes were still so gentle.

"You are married..."

Being touched by his hand like this, the coolness from him infected my skin from his fingertips, and soon spread throughout my body, giving me the feeling of being spread and swallowed by a nightmare.

There was a lump in my throat: "So what?"

"..."

"You know very well what the ending will be when I leave Hongyan Tower? Besides, now, I am married again. My husband is on the first floor of the tower."

He stared at me: "It's different."

My face suddenly darkened.

When he said this, his voice was still very calm, but I clearly heard a hint of razor-edged ruthlessness in it.

At this time, I stood up slowly, and pulled my hand out of his hand with all my strength. There were already marks like knife carvings on my skin. I looked down, wiped them lightly with my thumb, and then

Said: "Yan Qingchen, did that scholar pass my words back?"

"Yes, every word is clear."

"Then do you remember what I said?"

He raised his head and looked at me.

The candlelight behind me cast my shadow thickly on the ground, and also covered his eyes. I couldn't see clearly the expression in his eyes at this moment, but after a moment of silence, he slightly raised his lips.

Corner, showing an almost child-like innocent smile, then pushed the wheelchair forward two steps, stopped in front of me again, reached out to hold my hand, and gently stroked the red mark he had just made.<

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He stroked it gently, just like I took care of him when he was a child, and blew gently.

My hand was in his palm. Although I tried my best to control it, it still trembled slightly uncontrollably.

He raised his head and looked at me with a smile: "I have forgotten all the bad things my sister said."

"..."

"I only remember the good ones."

"..."

"I just remember that my sister said she would stay with me forever."

"..."

"I only think this sentence."

Looking at those pair of pitch-black eyes so close at hand, no matter how many candlelights flickered around, it was like the stormy waves my mind was experiencing at this moment, but his eyes were always pitch-black, without even a hint of light, and the only thing that seemed alive was agility

, which is my shadow that is so close at hand.

Slender and weak, they are completely reflected in those eyes.

It seems that he is trapped inside.

That feeling of suffocation came over me again, and I felt like I couldn’t continue breathing.

At this moment, a firm voice sounded from behind——

"The person she wants to stay with her whole life is me."

My hand trembled, and I subconsciously wanted to withdraw it, but he also subconsciously tightened his grip. When I turned around, I saw Pei Yuanxiu standing there at the stairs, looking at us calmly.

"Yuanxiu!"

I hurriedly called him, and he immediately started to walk over. He didn't look away all the way, as if he didn't see the paintings around him at all. He walked straight in front of me, stretched out his hand and took my hand from Yan Qingchen's palm.

He pulled it out, closed his big hands, and protected me in his palms.

Yan Qingchen was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at him calmly and calmly.

Pei Yuanxiu said: "Other people can own her past, her memories, her portrait, anything."

"..."

"But she is mine."

Yan Qingchen sat there, calmly listening to what he said, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Really?"

Pei Yuanxiu's face darkened.

The two men didn't speak anymore, they just looked at each other silently. Although it was just their eyes, it made me feel as if there were invisible blades clashing. The sharpness and sharpness almost hit me through the wind.

I subconsciously took a step forward: "Qingchen."

He turned to look at me with a smile.

"I'm not here this time to argue with you. Give me my daughter back."

His eyes narrowed slightly when he smiled, so I couldn't see the expression clearly. I only saw his smile, which was still the same as that of the child in my memory, with an innocent and unspeakable evil charm.
Chapter completed!