In the early morning, a ray of light shone on Nan Yan's pale face due to blood loss, making her skin look a little transparent.
The slender eyelashes trembled a few times with the warm breath.
Then, she opened her eyes.
She was still a little dazed, facing the sunlight coming in from the window, which was a little dazzling, she immediately closed her eyes subconsciously, but immediately felt warm breath blowing on her face.
He hurriedly opened his eyes and turned around to see—
Zhu Feng!
He actually slept next to him.
No, it should mean that I actually slept on his bed!
That resolute face was close at hand, leaning on his shoulder, and one of his hands even crossed his waist, hugging himself tightly in his arms!
How is this going!
She was so shocked that she was suffocated, and the scenes of last night suddenly recalled in her mind.
In the middle of the night, those jailers suddenly dragged themselves to the execution room, but they didn't intend to extract a confession by torture, but to kill themselves. Just when they were about to succeed, Zhu Feng came!
He saved himself from the rack.
Then he said to himself—
Just as that sentence sounded in her mind, she suddenly heard a heavy breathing coming from her ear. Turning her head, Zhu Feng frowned slightly, as if she was about to wake up from sleep.
She shrank back subconsciously.
At this moment, Zhu Feng immediately opened his eyes.
He saw a pale little face full of panic, especially the eyes, which were round and round, like a little rabbit that had been greatly frightened, the panic that made people heartbroken, It made his heart sink.
He immediately stretched out his hand: "Nanyan—"
"ah!"
Nan Yan let out a short low cry.
I don't know if it was because of fear, or because he touched the wound on his body, and I shrank.
Zhu Feng's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air.
She obviously hasn't said anything yet, but when she sees her eyes, it feels like her heart has been stabbed
Zhu Feng frowned.
He said in a deep voice: "Don't be afraid, I won't take you to that place again. I won't let anyone hurt you again."
"..."
Nan Yan froze there, not moving.
Her forehead, the corners of her mouth, and even the bruises left by the beatings by the jailers made her look even more miserable, but no matter how miserable she was, it couldn't compare to her painful, even alienated eyes at this moment.
Zhu Feng frowned, and immediately sat up. Just as he was about to say something, there was a knock on the door.
It was the attendant who brought the medicine and breakfast.
He looked at Nanyan's pale face, fell silent for a moment, got up and walked over to take the things, but no one came in to serve him, but closed the door again, then walked back to the bed, put the medicine bowl on the On the small table.
He tried his best to make his voice gentle, although, no matter how his voice sounded, it couldn't be called gentle.
However, the deep and magnetic voice is still very nice.
"Nanyan, you come here first."
"..."
"You need to drink medicine."
"..."
Nan Yan remained motionless, only staring at him with wide eyes.
But those black and white eyes gradually turned red.
At this moment, she remembered everything.
Not only what happened last night, but also in the prison, these days, every moment, she remembered it.
Including those brutal tortures, the severe pain that the jailers inflicted on her.
And these days, his dismissiveness.