Wen Zhidao opened his lips and asked softly: "Ji Xubai, will you be like this when I leave? If you don't cooperate with anything, and then you lose the energy that you have finally built up, I don't care, Wu you Life or death has nothing to do with me, but I really don’t want to see Lord Ji coming to beg me again for you."
Ji Xubai seemed to be stung by something. He squinted his eyes half-closed, coughed, and slowly raised his eyes to look at him. His eyes were dark and deep. He stared at Wen Zhigu uncertainly: " Dad... going to beg you?"
Was it because his father went to ask Wen Zhigu for help, that Wen Zhigu was willing to come and take care of him for a while
So... is that so
Even the slightest bit of sympathy that Wen Zhigu had for him, and that he volunteered to take care of him because of his sympathy, was this just his own delusion
Ji Xubai suddenly felt as if he was a huge joke.
Wen Zhigu stared at him, pursed his lips, and said coldly: "Yes, Lord Ji went to beg me, and it was because of Lord Ji's plea that I came to take care of you. If you continue like this, you will only It’s all the hard work that hurt Mr. Ji.”
Ji Xubai looked at her and suddenly smiled lowly.
But after laughing out loud, he pulled his own wound, and the pain caused him to cough violently. Ji Xubai couldn't help but push her away with all his strength, "Wen Zhigu... You, you go... go!"
Wen Zhigu was pushed away and sat on the edge of the bed very indifferently, looking at the wound on his chest that accidentally opened due to excessive movement.
"I'm just being sentimental... Don't worry, I will take good care of myself and never let... my dad... go and beg you again." Ji Xubai laughed while gasping for breath.
So ironic,
So self-righteous these days.
It turned out that even the little bit of sympathy Wen Zhigu had for him was all his own imagination.
How could he be so ridiculous...
At that moment, Ji Xubai had a feeling that even insisting on living turned into numbness.
The feeling of having no hope of living is probably the saddest thing.
Wen Zhiyu slowly lowered his eyes, knowing that Ji Xubai probably misunderstood something, or that she deliberately wanted him to misunderstand like this, but Wen Zhiyu pursed his lips and listened to him say these very painful words, but remained silent. throat.
Wen Zhigu slowly got up from his bed and whispered, "I'll ask the maid to come in and change your dressing."
"No."
Wen Zhiyu frowned and turned to look at him.
Seeing Ji Xubai actually smiled and shed tears.
Tears slowly fell from the corners of his eyes, and he raised his hands to cover his eyes regardless of the pain. He pulled his lips and said with a smile, "No need, really no need."
"Ji Xubai..." Wen Zhigu looked at him blankly, feeling an inexplicable pain in his heart.
She would rather he tried every possible means like he did before, instead of being like this at this moment, as if he had lost all hope and huddled himself in the only small light in the darkness, not daring to come out and having no courage. Out.
"I know I'm sorry for you. I've been sorry for you all these years..." Ji Xubai laughed while crying, "I'm disabled now, I've lost my legs, and I've become ugly. This is my retribution. From now on... you don’t have to worry about me bullying you... "
Wen Zhigu bit his lips, feeling that an uncomfortable force was stuck in his chest, which could not come up or go down. It was terribly uncomfortable.