When she backed away, he leaned forward, and Feng Zhiwei's face turned cold.
She raised her hand and touched it lightly, her fingertips were bright red, she recalled in a trance that day in the small courtyard, there was a little rouge on the forehead, and then she heard him say lightly: "My blood also fell on your face that day - Can you be happy? Can you be proud?"
The tone was soft, but there was a hint of gnashing of teeth in that light cut, Feng Zhiwei looked up in astonishment, not understanding why he asked this question, but the eyes of the man in front of her were dark and heavy like a cloud, she unexpectedly said I can't speak.
It took a long time before he said, "What are you talking about..."
She felt that her attitude was sincere, but he felt that it was perfunctory, suddenly an unknown fire surged from the bottom of his heart, he raised his eyebrows, and suddenly grabbed her.
Feng Zhiwei didn't know what he was going to do, she struggled subconsciously, as soon as she struggled, a swirling air flow came out of her body, her hand suddenly became much stronger, she pushed hard, but she didn't know where to push it, and then she heard him muffled.
Feng Zhiwei was startled and hurriedly let go, and Ning Yi's hand was already on her throat.
There was blood between his fingers, resting on her neck, the bright red made the skin on the neck more jade-like, but she looked at him with wide eyes, there was no panic or pleading in her eyes, but it gradually became foggy, no? The mist with tears in it is born with misty water vapor, dense like a dream.
Like a flower that blooms before dawn, condensed with ice-clear dew, in loneliness and darkness, lonely.
His fingers trembled suddenly.
As if meeting for the first time, the woman in the water has black eyebrows, thin and dark as feathers, and her eyes are still hazy and bright after the murder.
That kind of elegance that is not destroyed by any wind and rain in the world.
fingers between the neck.
The heart is in chaos.
She knows too many secrets, she is very likely to spoil his affairs, she is so deep and cunning, she is the root of the cancer that he must get rid of no matter what, but when she looks at him silently and firmly, his The five fingers suddenly lost the strength to gather and squeeze.
If she begs, he will kill her.
If she cries, he will kill her.
However, she didn't do anything, calmly faced his killing intent, and he suddenly remembered everything he had seen about this woman since he met her.
That is the same soul as him, who has been trapped in the lonely city for many years, intending to struggle and not willing to sink.
His fingers loosened slowly.
Like a protruding hurricane, it suddenly slows down when passing through a sea of luxuriant flowers, giving up the destruction of those beautiful and delicate.
At the moment when his five fingers completely left her neck, he sighed silently in his heart, consoling himself—it is not appropriate to kill her now, there are too many outsiders, and he cannot explain... Well, that's the reason.
Feng Zhiwei slowly touched her neck.
There were no fingerprints, no sense of suffocation, and he didn't even show his murderous intent just now, but she knew clearly that this was the time he really wanted to kill her, and she was the closest to death.
At that moment just now, her mind was also blank, all the changes had lost their power and useless, she just looked at him like that, wondering what was he thinking at that moment
She didn't know what caused him to give up silence in the end, which made her feel sad for a long time in the rare silence.
Then she slowly leaned over, picked up the wound medicine on the ground again, silently walked to his side, took off his coat, and applied the medicine to him.
Ning Yi didn't speak all the time, and cooperated with her silently. The two of them changed from the previous undercurrent, turbulent and tense, to a rare tacit understanding and tranquility.
The clothes are half-faded, and the man's skin is as smooth as jade. It not only has the strength and elasticity of a martial arts practitioner, but also is pampered and smooth. The clavicle is exquisite, the shoulder and neck lines are smooth and tight, and the body is extremely beautiful.
However, Feng Zhiwei was stunned by the bloody penetrating wound on his shoulder, which almost passed through the pipa bone. The flesh and skin of the wound was very ugly. It was rare for him to chase out such a serious injury without moving his face. Feng Zhiwei Sisi sucked in her breath, feeling that her shoulders seemed to be hurting too.
Ning Yi raised his eyes to see her expression, the gloomy expression between her brows slightly brightened.
Feng Zhiwei gently poured the wound medicine on the wound, Ning Yi trembled slightly, Feng Zhiwei immediately said: "Does it hurt?" Suddenly she bent down and breathed slightly on the wound.
This made Ning Yi laugh, he really didn't expect this cunning and shrewd woman to do such a childish behavior, he felt better again, and couldn't help asking: "What are you doing?"
Feng Zhiwei moved away a little embarrassed, lowered her eyes and said: "I remember when I was a child, I broke my knee, and my mother blew it on me like that..." Her voice slowly dropped.
Ning Yi gradually suppressed his smile, he naturally knew how Feng Zhiwei got out of the house.
After a while he said softly: "It's good that someone has blown it for you..."
Feng Zhiwei was startled, and looked up at him in disbelief—was he comforting her
Ning Yi felt a slip of the tongue as soon as he spoke, coughed lightly in annoyance, and stopped talking. Feng Zhi pursed her lips slightly, and continued to apply medicine to him, her hair drooped and brushed against his shoulder, Ning Yi felt itchy slightly, wanted to, but suddenly didn't want to move.
Her breath is close to the ear, the breath is sweet, like the crape myrtle flower that is half blooming in early summer.
It was very noisy outside, as if someone was arguing about something, which should be paid attention to, but Ning Yi felt lazy and couldn't listen at all.
Feng Zhiwei didn't pay attention to those noises, she looked at the bloody hole where the stubble was exposed, and thought of all the causes and consequences of this incident, she suddenly felt sad, and couldn't help but whispered: "Why bother!"
Ning Yi froze, then slowly turned his head and looked at her.
Feng Zhiwei doesn't speak - why bother? Painful layout, at the expense of self-injury, hurt like this, there is no one who asks more questions, this world's great position, this royal glory, is it really worth it
Ning Yi looked at her quietly, read her meaning from her eyes, did not get angry, but said lightly after a long while: "You don't understand."
Feng Zhiwei was silent, thinking maybe I might not understand? You lost your mother when you were young, you have injuries, you are talented but you have been suppressed for many years, you and Xin Ziyan had a close relationship but had to pretend to be strangers, you clearly controlled Qingming Academy but were forced to give it up to the prince, you are not affected The emperor loves and has to rely on the prince, but he often suffers on behalf of that idiot... You have too many hidden injuries and secrets, and no one has ever truly pitied you, so you don't care about giving yourself more cruelty.