Bai Ling did not forget to give brother Jing Che a touch up, and said with a serious face: "Brother Jing Che, you are lost."
Jing Che squeezed Bai Ling's small palm helplessly.
Wen Zhigu just thought that they were unfamiliar with each other, so he personally led them out of the streets and to the market. As they were both women, Wen Zhigu could naturally see the undisguised look in Bai Ling's eyes. At the same time, she could also see that the relationship between the two people was different from what she saw last time in the southern border. Otherwise, a gentleman and polite person like Jing Che would not hold Bai Ling's hand.
However, Jing Che and the others did not explicitly tell them about their relationship, so Wen Zhigu naturally did not ask any more questions. He left them at the market and said goodbye to them for the time being.
After Wen Zhigu finished shopping, he went directly to Ji Mansion.
Today Wen Jian was taken back to Ji's house by the housekeeper after school. She was going to pick up Wen Jian and see how Ji Xubai was recovering.
However, after arriving at Yuyuan, Wen Zhigu saw such a scene and couldn't help but paused slightly.
Ji Xubai had only been lying in bed for two days, but he couldn't help but come out and cause trouble.
Probably because the room was too stuffy, he was sitting in a wheelchair over there in the garden. He didn't have a cloak or anything on him. He was only wearing a thin white shirt. He lowered his head slightly and tried to lift his feet. She saw the outline of his tense face, and even his hands were so hard that the veins were faintly exposed, but his legs were only trembling slightly and she couldn't lift them up no matter what.
Ji Xubai never thought about giving up. He tried again and again and failed again and again. His expression was calm from beginning to end, so calm that he didn't seem to feel frustrated or anything. But in the end, he was probably Too tired to exert any effort, Ji Xubai finally let go of his hand, relaxed all his strength, and slowly sat on the wheelchair with his eyes closed, breathing deeply.
The light snow floated down and fell on his black hair. It was extremely black and white. It was such a beautiful sight that he seemed to be embedded in a landscape painting.
Obviously there was still a calm look on his face, but for some reason, Wen Zhigu saw him longing for redemption over and over again, persisting over and over again, and enduring disappointment. Wen Zhigu watched that scene. Yeah, I just felt like my whole heart was tightening.
It hurts.
Extremely distressed.
It's not that she hasn't thought about Ji Xubai's future.
It's just that she said it lightly. If it were any proud and arrogant person, asking him to accept a future without legs would be as difficult as climbing to the sky. She might not be able to bear it, but Ji Xubai is still like this Trying hard to get better.
Although, although...
Even he knew it was futile.
Wen Zhigu tilted his head, sniffed, and faced the wind that made his eyes feel cold for a while, blowing away the emotion in his eyes, and then walked over.
When Ji Xubai heard the familiar footsteps, he turned his head and looked over. He wiped away the tiredness on his face and smiled warmly at her, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, as if the person who was desperately struggling in the calm was not Ji Xubai. .
Wen Zhigu lowered his eyes and smiled at him, but felt an indescribable pain in his heart.
She opened her mouth, and when she spoke, she realized that her voice was a little hoarse, and she whispered: "Why did you come out without putting on your cloak..."
Just as Ji Xubai was about to say something, his body sneezed uncooperatively.