? Feng Hongyin's throat is dry.

He slowly sat on the side of the bed and tried to talk to her.

"Yunmei, I am not Mother Xu, I am Feng Hongyin." His voice slowed down, as if afraid to scare her: "I know I was wrong, don't be afraid, I...I will never again Ask anyone to move your finger."

The person shrinking at the foot of the bed did not hear or heard, still trembling all over.

Feng Hongyin slowly stretched out his hand: "Your health is still not well, come..."

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the person next to the bed screamed as if he had seen a natural enemy, waving his hands frantically, and refused to tell him to touch himself.

No matter what Feng Hongyin said, she was terrified.

The injuries on her body are countless. Some were found in the palace dungeon, and some were beaten out after being sent away by Ming Rou.

Seeing that the injuries on her body showed signs of cracking again, Feng Hongyin dared to continue to force her, so he could only take two steps back and did not dare to touch her again.

"Okay, well I won't touch you, I won't touch you..." His face was pale: "Don't be afraid, I won't touch you."

Hearing what he said, the struggling person slowly calmed down.

Feng Hongyin's eyes are sour, and his chest hurts all over his body when he breathes.

He walked to the door and called in the maid waiting outside.

The maid changed her dressing when she came in. She was motionless, as well as a child.

But as soon as he approached, she backed away in horror.

Feng Hongyin couldn't stay in the room. After walking out of the room, covering his eyes, he leaned against the wall.

She... really hated him, terribly afraid of him.

It was he who personally sent her to the dungeon.

It was also him who personally ruined her.

Feng Hongyin has never hated himself like he does now.

How cruel was he to push her into the abyss?

There are still five months...

He originally wanted to be nice to her all his life.

The maid in the room quickly changed the medicine and walked out.

Feng Hongyin wiped the tears from his eyes and walked in.

Because he was not in the room, she seemed calmer.

Seeing him approaching at this time, she immediately shrank into a ball vigilantly.

Feng Hongyin paused and sat down at the desk far away from her.

He thought for a while, picked up the book on the table, and smiled reluctantly.

"Do you still remember this "Qianqiu Ci Explanation"? I saw you for the first time at that time. I saw this book on your desk. I thought it was very interesting. Later I went to the bookstore and bought it..."

He slowly told what had happened, hoping that she would remember something.

But the person on the bed didn't say a word, just hugged himself like a child, shrank into the corner, and stared at him blankly.

Those eyes will no longer be agile like streamers, full of bright moon.

Feng Hongyin's voice paused, but as if he hadn't seen her dumb, he still slowly told her about the poems and the old days.

Back then, someone stopped at a glance, and the light stopped moving on him from then on.

At that time, even though she knew that she was far from him, she still liked him.

It's like moths fighting a fire without knowing it.

The wind was warm at that time, and the snow in winter didn't feel cold.

But now, no matter what Feng Hongyin said, she just stared at him blankly, as if she understood it, and as if she didn't understand anything.

For several days, Feng Hongyin would sit at the desk holding a book.

He played the saint and exposed Lu Sixian's scandal. The saint was furious and sent Lu Sixian into the jail.

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