Ji Baimo's steps paused slightly. He turned around and looked at Wen Youchen. His narrow peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly. The temperature around him suddenly dropped significantly. He still looked gentle and elegant, holding the golden-wire-framed glasses that were supported on the bridge of his nose with his hands. His thin lips slightly raised up, and the curve seemed a little cold and thin, and the depth of his eyes was even more gloomy.

"Yan Shiliang..." Ji Baimo's lips moved slightly. He said this name. He turned around and walked to Wen Youchen's side, put his hand on the table, and gently tapped the table. The room was quiet, so the sound of knocking in Ji Baimo's hands was particularly obvious.

"Dong...Dong...Dong..." The sound was slow, as if it was hitting the top of a person's heart, making people feel inexplicably uneasy.

"Yes, it's him." Wen Youchen nodded. He looked at Ji Baimo in front of him and could not read a trace of other emotions from Ji Baimo's face, anger, hatred, or anything else, and it seemed that there was no difference from usual.

Wen Youchen sighed in his heart, and continued to speak to Ji Baimo on his face.

"After the incident, Yan Shiliang was found by Mu Fan. When he just took Yan Shiliang out of an abandoned mental hospital, the abandoned building behind him exploded and very gorgeous fireworks appeared. Yan Shiliang looked very miserable at that time, his eyes were covered with wrists, and he looked in a state of insanity, and he kept muttering. Now... he was taken into the mental hospital and was identified with mental problems. What do you want to deal with him?"

"He is Baibai's brother, let's go and see him." Ji Baimo lowered his eyes, stroked his hand on the ruby ​​cufflinks on the cuff, his lips slightly raised. After the words came, he went upstairs first, came to his room, and spoke gently to Yan Bai on the bed.

"I'm going out soon. There is food on the table, so wait for me at home." After that, he gently kissed Yan Bai's forehead and turned around and left the room.

...

In a ward in the mental hospital, Yan Shiliang sat in the corner. He covered his head, his eyes looked particularly terrifying, black, as if someone had dug up his eyes. He was wearing blue and white sick clothes. Yan Shiliang grabbed his head and rubbed his head in a mess.

"I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong..."

"I won't make this mistake again, forgive me, okay?"

"in vain……"

"My white..." As if talking to himself, Yan Shiliang was chanting this name, his emotions seemed very complicated, such as love, hatred, regret, fear, and all emotions were mixed together.

The doctor and nurse who came in from the side shook their heads at Yan Shiliang with pity in their eyes. Who could have thought that the Yan family, which was once prosperous, would have become what they are now? They were in jail, crazy, and one became a vegetable, and there was no trace of the scenery they had before.

After they finished reading it for Yan Shiliang, they opened the door and prepared to go out. After the door opened, they saw the man standing at the door. Surprise flashed in their eyes, nodded at the man in front of them and left directly.

The man standing in front of the ward was wearing a dark black suit, his head was neatly combed backwards, and a pair of gold-wire-edged glasses were squinted on the bridge of his nose, and his lips were curled, looking extremely gentle and elegant.
Chapter completed!