Chapter 255 This feeling is helpless, but it is just a brow that falls in my heart (10)

This little bit of his head scared He Runcheng. He stood up nervously, looking panicked, "Young Master, why do you feel pain? Is it important? Why don't I go and call the doctor!"

But Wen Xien just shook her head. In the dark night, she was like a crystal and fragile glass doll, extremely beautiful, but with a hint of sorrow and paleness.

He Runcheng was still worried. He was nervous and even grabbed Wen Xien's hand that was placed outside the quilt, "Young Master, don't you care about it, tell me, don't hold it in, if it hurts really, I will call the doctor."

Maybe He Runcheng was too gentle, maybe he was not fake at all about his apparent concerns and panic, which made Wen Xien's grievance even more turbulent.

The body was still burning and the boy in front of him was full of worry. The boy's skin holding her hand was a little dry and rough, but it made her feel a little warm on this quiet night.

"I feel uncomfortable..."

The lonely eyes have no heart-warming luster, but are just shining with bitter tears.

He Runcheng had never seen Wen Xien like this. In his eyes, Wen Xien is actually a high-ranking existence and star-holding the moon.

But now Wen Xien has no past arrogance and rudeness, and is like a lost child.

He Runcheng asked softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing her.

"Why does the young master feel uncomfortable?"

He thought Wen Xien would say that Liang Zhongshan beat her so he felt uncomfortable, but he didn't expect Wen Xien to say with a tremolo.

"My bird is dead..."

This answer surprised He Runcheng. He couldn't believe that this young master who never regarded people as human beings would give this answer.

Logically speaking, it is just a bird. If you die, you will die. Ordinary people will not be sad, let alone the eldest master of this famous clan.

He Runcheng couldn't figure it out. Wen Xien, who could bear to let him drown in the river at that time, would be sad because a bird died.

A strange thought suddenly surged in his heart. Staring at the young master's tears, He Runcheng couldn't help but grab Wen Xien's hand.

"The young master is so sad when he dies. Why can you see me almost drown?"

He Runcheng can't forget the feeling of dying at that time. The fear and fear can make him sweat all over when he thinks back now.

But what he couldn't forget was Wen Xien's cold and even cruel look on the shore.

If such a small creature dies, Wen Xien can cry sadly, so why can you watch him drown and die and refuse to save him?

Wen Xien's head was still confused. It took a long time to understand what he said. Wen Xien's mind is obviously not very clear now, otherwise he would not have said such words to He Runcheng.

There was a thorn in He Runcheng's heart, and he was also afraid of Wen Xien. As long as Wen Xien frowned, he could scare him for most of the day.

"You won't die." The dark colors in her eyes were like ink paintings, like a clear lotus ink depicting, and the rhizomes were divided into thick ink.

The gorgeous voice was stained with a bit of the night's elegance, gentle and charming, "Dad will come... I'm surrounded by his people."

Several of Wen Xien's servants were arranged by Liang Zhongshan to urge her every move.

He Runcheng didn't know that this would be the result, so he was stunned, "What if the master didn't come?"

If the master does not come, he will be drowned.

"No..." Wen Xien closed his eyes, "I know Daddy."

He Runcheng was stunned for a long time, and the depression in his heart instantly dissipated.

His temperament was not revenge at all, and now he knew that Wen Xien was not as corrupt as the legendary one, so he naturally breathed a sigh of relief.

While Wen Xien was confused and easy to talk, He Runcheng was bold enough to say a few more words to Wen Xien, but the next second Wen Xien fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Listening to Wen Xien's steady breathing, He Runcheng was a little amused and cried. He wrung out the wet towel and came forward to wipe the sweat on Wen Xien's face.

When he was rubbing, He Runcheng's gaze couldn't help but fall on Wen Xien's face and slowly slid down. Only then did he realize that although Wen Xien had always been high and unattainable, her skeleton was very petite. When he got closer, her slender neck looked longer and whiter.

The sky was just dawn and the night was about to disappear. The dawn morning light slowly awakened the sleeping creatures. The gray-blue dome started from the top of the head and gradually became a faint blue smoke bordering the horizon.

He Runcheng and the two girls called them back to rest, saying that they were fine.

He slept on the edge of the bed all night, and He Runcheng's feet were so numb that he was unconscious. When he got up, his feet softened and fell directly on the carpet, which made the two girls next to him frown.

He Runcheng did not get up as soon as possible, but went to see if the people on the bed were awakened. When he saw Wen Xien still asleep peacefully, He Runcheng breathed a sigh of relief and got up silently. Even though he knew that there was no sound on the carpet, he still let his pace down.

Wen Xien has been lying on the bed to recuperate these days, and her injuries are quite serious. In addition, Liang Zhongshan has given an order, Wen is not allowed to go out in the past two months. Wen Xien has been lying on the bed in the past few days, unable to get excited.

Later, He Runcheng did not get into Wen Xien so close.

In the past, he was able to serve Wen Xien because Wen Xien ordered, but recently the young master often locked himself in the room, and only the people who delivered the meal had been in.

Once, He Runcheng was sweeping dead leaves under the tree, and he heard a sound coming from above. He raised his head and saw the young master whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Wen Xien wore a gray turtleneck, and his pale side face was exquisite and cold, like a priceless porcelain, which made people look up to this suffocating beauty without experiencing it easily.

She looked into the distance, supported her hands on the edge of the window, and half of her body was poked out.

There seemed to be someone talking to her behind her. When she turned around, He Runcheng could only see a piece of her back, but after a while, she came back and turned around and had a candied haw on her hand.

He Runcheng knew that the young master liked to eat sweets, and it seemed that he had a toothache when he was a child, so he was restrained by the master.

She hung her slender and dense eyelashes and slowly ate a layer of frosting condensed outside the candied haws.

The golden frosting seemed to be glowing, with a layer of sweetness on it. The young master carefully stuck out his tongue and bit the frosting. The light pink tongue was faintly visible, but it did not touch the exposed red hawthorn.

She ate very slowly and gentlely. She licked her lips until she ate only a whole hawthorn ball, as if she suddenly lost her interest, and casually pinched the thin wooden stick.

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(End of this chapter)
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