"There are no sequelae." Ancheng stretched out his hand to press his ribs, looking ahead unfocused.

"It's fine if you don't."

"The Bible says that woman is the rib of man. Only by breaking my rib did I save the only one...Grandma, do you think the only one was my rib?"

His tone was a bit joking.

Jiang Weiwei was stunned, how could An Cheng, who had always been pure and stoic, say such a thing.

In the past, she would have been frightened when she heard such words, but now, she is just surprised and stunned...

"What about the Bible of the Eight Bones and Eight Bones? I only know about Buddha."

Grandma stood up from the wicker chair and yawned. Her usually stern face turned towards Ancheng very kindly, "I'm tired. I'll go to bed first. You should go to bed early too."

"Okay, walk slowly."

Ancheng stood up and handed a plate full of melon seeds and meat to his grandmother with respect on his face.

"You are just more considerate than that damn girl." Grandma looked at the melon seed meat on the plate and sighed, and said sincerely, "You said it would be better if you weren't blind, then I wouldn't bother leaving that damn girl to you."

"..."

Hearing this, Ancheng stood there, his face paled, his eyes lowered, and the corners of his lips barely maintained a smile.

Grandma was never good at reading people's faces. She took the plate and walked away shakily, muttering to herself as she walked, "You are a good kid, but it's a pity that you are blind and can't even take care of yourself..."

"

"..."

Ancheng's eyes followed the direction of his grandma without focus, and his gentle facial features lost all their charm.

Like a blank piece of paper.

There is too much blank space, leaving only loneliness.

Seeing his grandma return to his room, Jiang Weiyi dared to take steps and walked towards the room with yellow lights, without deliberately stepping lightly.

Anjo opened his eyes in shock and turned his face in her direction, "The only one?"

"Um."

Jiang Weiwei responded lightly and sat down on the retro Chinese wicker chair that his grandma had just sat on. The wicker chair made a "creak" sound...

"You escaped again?" An Cheng frowned slightly.

"Give me my identity back." Jiang Weiyi raised his eyes and looked at Ancheng and said this.

"..."

An Cheng listened, his eyes drooped, his lips opened, but he didn't speak.

That's how he is, always silent for a long time.

It makes people wonder what he is thinking.

Jiang Weiwei was a stubborn person, so she didn't urge him, she fell into silence with him, didn't speak, and even breathed silently...

The atmosphere is deadlocked.

"You already love him so much that you don't care about anything?" Ancheng sat down slowly, his back slightly bent, his handsome face revealed a hint of haggard, and a self-deprecating smile appeared in his glass-like eyes, "I thought, so disgusting

You in the underworld will not be incited to rebel, but I have overlooked that for a woman, there is always an unstable and fatal factor, which is love."

She fell in love with Xiang Yutian.

"..."

Jiang Weiwei looked at the empty door, which was completely dark.

"If I had known that this would be the outcome if I sent you to Xiang Yutian, I would never have let you go."

The sarcastic smile on Anjo's lips seemed to say that he had shot himself in the foot.

"My identity..."

Jiang Wei is only obsessed with this. She is too tired. She wants to escape from this mission. Now she just wants to return to her previous life.

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Chapter completed!