"But dad has become very scary..." Wen Zhiyu choked up.
"I don't... don't dislike... Mother, no matter what happens to her father, little Jane will still want her father..."
Wen Zhigu's heart was broken when the little guy cried like this. It took a lot of mental construction to slowly take her hands away from Wen Jian's eyes. She remained motionless for a while, Then he took Wen Jian's hand again, lowered his eyes and said softly: "Let's go."
Rather than saying that she held Wen Jian's hand, it was better to say that Wen Jian took her hand and walked in.
Wen Jian walked to the bed as if she didn't know fear, and stared at Ji Xubai who was covered with injuries on the bed, her eyes unblinking.
Daddy... got ugly.
very scary.
Wen Jian looked at her father for a long time, then suddenly turned back. When she asked, her tears also fell: "Mom, can I touch daddy?"
Wen Zhigu still lowered his eyes and said without emotion: "No, daddy will be in pain."
Wen Jian choked up: "I can only ask, does it hurt to look at Daddy like this?"
Wen Zhigu nodded slightly, but still didn't have the courage to look up.
Wen Jian could only turn back to look at his father. He looked at his father carefully from top to bottom. The more he looked at him, the more distressed he felt, and the more he looked at him, the more he wanted to cry. He turned around and asked his mother: "Will dad be okay? "
"I don't know..." Wen Zhigu said without realizing it. Tears fell from her eyes. She stretched out her fingers to wipe them away. Then she knelt down, looked at Wen Jian and said hoarsely: "Xiao Jian, don't let mother go." Worry, you go out first and ask your grandfather to get you some food, then go back to your room and take a nap, and when you wake up, come see daddy, okay?"
How haggard is the little guy? She is such a good and well-behaved little Jane.
But I have to worry and feel uncomfortable with her.
Wen Jian choked and nodded, but still hugged her mother and refused to let go.
Helpless, Wen Zhigu had no choice but to take the child out herself and let her servants take the little one to eat. Only then did she feel relieved and walked back to Ji Xubai's room.
My heart felt depressed again.
It was as if there was a kind of pain that was oppressing him invisibly, making him unable to resist.
She slowly sat down by the bed, raised her head, and looked directly at the man on the bed.
There was no good skin on his body, and even his face was covered with gauze in several places. His thin lips were coldly pale, like a living dead.
Only the right hand was still completely exposed from the gauze wrapped around it, but a few fingers were bloated and white as transparent as paper.
Wen Zhigu lowered his eyes and looked at him for a long time, then suddenly stretched out his hand and touched his fingers with slight trembling.
At this moment, her mind was confused, and she completely forgot that she had told Xiao Jian not to touch Ji Xubai before.
She looked at his cold white fingers, and finally opened her mouth slowly, her voice dry and hoarse, without even a hint of emotion -
"Master Ji asked me to come and wake you up."
"I've been thinking about it for a long time. I don't know what to say to you. You and I have had nothing to say since a long time ago."
"I won't comfort you."
"Ji Xubai... When you hurt me like that, did you ever think about this day?"
"Have you ever thought about... what it feels like to lie here with bruises all over your body?"
"This is your retribution."
"But, Xiao Jane doesn't want you to die."