Ji Xubai's expression paused slightly, and he said softly: "The maid kept him in the grid of the couch."
Wen Zhigu hurried over and opened the grid, looked through it, and finally found the wooden rabbit.
She was holding the wooden rabbit. She didn't know why, but her nose was sore and she wanted to cry.
Wen Zhigu lowered his head, bit his lips tightly, and did not move for a long time.
"Zhigu... What's wrong with you..." Ji Xubai coughed and tried to get up from the bed, because he saw Wen Zhigu's shoulders twitching slightly, as if... crying.
Ji Xubai thought that he had made her unhappy again. He was anxious and worried, and he could not care about the pain on his body.
Wen Zhiyu bit his trembling lips and soon heard the sound of Ji Xubai getting up behind him. He turned around and glared at him with red eyes, "Don't get up!"
Ji Xubai's eyes turned red when he saw her turning around. He was not willing to listen to Wen Zhigu's words, so he still insisted on getting up from the bed. Wen Zhigu was so angry that he threw the wooden rabbit at him again. , "Don't get up after you've said it! Ji Xubai, is there something wrong with your mind?"
Ji Xubai was hit in the chest and groaned in pain. This time, he was really in pain and couldn't move.
Wen Zhigu was already in a bad mood. Being provoked by Ji Xubai, he felt relieved for a moment. Seeing Ji Xubai's breath trembling slightly in pain, he quickly walked over without asking Ji Xubai anything. She took off his clothes and looked at his chest where he was hit. Although there was no wound on his body, the chest was instantly red and swollen. Wen Zhiyu gently pressed his chest and bit it. He bit his lip and said in an extremely unnatural voice, "I told you not to mess with me."
Ji Xubai, however, desperately put his hand on her back, his voice was hoarse and weak, and he gasped: "I know, am I... I made you unhappy..."
"Yes, when will I ever be happy when I see you?" Wen Zhigu's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and whispered.
Ji Xubai chuckled above her head, "Yes, I'm sorry..."
"Shut up." After Wen Zhigu finished speaking, he closed his eyes and tears fell.
"You know the truth, don't cry."
"Shut up!" Wen Zhigu cried.
"I'm sorry... I know... I, it's all my fault... Don't cry, stop crying..."
This man with injuries all over his body still held her and coaxed her, apologizing and saying sorry to her constantly, even though he himself didn't know what he had done wrong.
But Wen Zhigu was completely speechless and could only lie on his chest, holding his clothes tightly with his hands, crying louder and louder.
It's so uncomfortable.
It’s too devastating.
I don’t know why I have to tell her the truth...
The enemy she always thought was her biological father...
The person who had taken care of her since childhood was killed by her biological father...
Why is it happening like that…
And why should she accept such truth...
She couldn't accept it, she really couldn't accept it.
She even wished that her mother had never given birth to her in the first place.
She was unwilling, both physically and mentally, to accept that she was that person's daughter.
Even after learning that he was on death row, she still couldn't let go of her hatred.
Because this person caused her to lose too much. If it weren't for him, her mother would not have been imprisoned in the palace for so many years, or even died in the palace, and she and Youyi would not have had a complete home since childhood. …