She looked longingly at the beam of light that came in, with some snowflakes coming in, but just for a moment, the door was closed again.
Lin Banxia sat on the bed, lowered her head, put her two small hands on the bed quilt, opened a small sleeve cuff, and saw the white gauze wrapped around her wrist. She opened her eyes slightly wider and studied the wrist. gauze, as if wondering from which angle I could secretly see the wound under the gauze.
She thought that those wounds would be ugly and scary.
Because she slowly remembered that when she was imprisoned by General Han's people, they did not restrict her hands and feet at first, so she broke the rice bowl they brought in and cut her wrists with sharp pieces of the porcelain bowl, but She was not very strong and the cuts were lopsided. The wounds were sometimes deep and sometimes shallow. It was very painful and made her shed tears.
She thought at that time, it would be great if she had a knife. With one strike, she wouldn't have to endure such lingering pain.
But she was discovered shortly after bleeding.
They stopped her bleeding and tied up her hands and feet, but Lin Banxia secretly hid a small piece of fragment, so she cut her wrists several times with difficulty while her hands were tied. There was a lot of blood, but it didn't hit the vital point. It hurt so much that I bit my lip and kept crying.
Not long after that, the piece of fragment in her hand was taken away by the Donglin people, and she began to think about how else to commit suicide.
She thought of biting her tongue and committing suicide.
She really bit the tip of her tongue, but the pain was so painful that she couldn't help screaming and crying. So, in the next two days, she was almost strictly guarded by the Donglin people, and she was not given a chance to commit suicide.
But at that time, she thought that she would definitely die, so she was not afraid of hurting herself no matter what.
At this moment, she was alive and well. She didn't even know how ugly the wound on her wrist had become, but He Ruojin must have seen it.
Thinking of this, Lin Banxia felt so gloomy that she couldn't let go.
It was as if a gray-black mist was tightly binding the chest, and the pain was so painful that even the veins could not be stretched.
Not long after, He Ruojin came in with a bowl of medicine. As soon as he came in, he saw Lin Banxia looking at his wrist. He Ruojin stared at that scene and finally narrowed his eyes piercingly. , walked towards her, and said warmly: "When you return to Beicheng, I will ask the imperial doctor to help you heal your wound. There will be no scars."
Lin Banxia came to her senses slowly, let go of her hand, raised her head and glanced at him, just nodded, and then took the medicine He Ruoxin brought over, without asking He Ruoxin what the medicine was. Then he drank it slowly.
"Panxia...I'm sorry." He Ruojin said slowly, because he also understood that he had nothing to explain. He just did it. No matter what the reason was, in fact, he gave up again. she.
He had nothing to defend, no reason could be a reason for him to defend, so he could do nothing but apologize to Lin Banxia.
Lin Banxia sat on the bed, drank the medicine quietly, returned the bowl to him, and said calmly, "It doesn't matter."
Her voice was still soft, yet hoarse, like calm, stagnant water, lifeless and without any fluctuations.
When she said it didn't matter, she wasn't trying to coax He Ruoxin, but she really felt it didn't matter.
(End of chapter)