An Yin sat blankly, her mind was Qin Jian, who was still young, and her mother who was looking at her silly smiling.

In the end it became a blank space.

This sitting is a day and night...

Qin Jian never entered her room again, she seemed to be forgotten by the world.

The curtains were closed and the room was dark.

She didn't know when it was.

The wound on her shoulders is burning and the scorching pain, the hot heat is like being directly cast into her mind.

The head is getting heavier, but the body is cold and hot. It is like being frozen and roasted by fire.

Repeated and repeated, I couldn't hold on anymore and fell asleep in a drowsy way.

A moment before she lost consciousness, she thought that she might have died here like this.

Qin Jian stood beside the bed and touched An Yin's hot forehead.

Looking at the wound on her shoulder, she pursed her lips slightly, picked up the blade and cut her wrist.

He pinched An Yin's mouth and poured blood from his wrist into her mouth.

His blood can maintain her vitality and will not make her really trouble.

After the blood from the wound clotted and no longer flowed out, he wrapped the wound around and wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth.

He looked at the wound on her shoulder again, and his heart ached faintly.

His fingers gently stroked the wound, and An Yin still shook his pain slightly in her sleep.

Qin Jian retracted his hand, without treating the wound on her shoulder, and stood up and left.

****

The third morning.

Liu Ma and Qin Fu looked at the old man sitting on the steps uneasily.

The old man closed his eyes and sat on the steps, motionless, as if he had been petrified.

Qin Fu was worried about Qin Jian while worrying about An Yin and sighed, "Will An Yin die?"

"Don't think about it, there won't be such a thing." Liu Ma looked at the old man, "It's been a day and a night, and the old man doesn't eat or drink. If this continues, he will be so stubborn. You can't stand it. Go and persuade him."

"The Third Young Master is the life of the old man. If the Third Young Master doesn't come out, it will be useless if anyone persuades him."

Liu Ma sighed, "No matter what, go and persuade her. Even if she doesn't have a rest, she can take a sip of water, which is good."

"I'll try it."

Qin Fu walked up to the old man, squatted down, "Old man."

The old man opened his eyes, and his eyes were covered with blood. "Miss Mu has made trouble?"

"That's not."

"That's good."

From Mu Jiayin's mention of Yan Xinyue, the old man knew that Mu Jiayin could not tolerate Qin Jian with other women.

And An Yin is blocked, everything is possible.

Although I don’t know how to live or die in An Yin, in order to avoid the emergence of troubles, the old man used the excuse of ensuring Mu Jiayin’s safety to let Mu Jiayin move out of the East Pavilion and place it in Mingxiangyuan.

"Old man, go and have a drink of water and have a rest. Don't let the third young master come out and you're sick."

The old man shook his head, "Qin Fu, do you think, was Yan Xinyue really the one who went to the cellar last time?"

Qin Fu's heart skipped a beat, "DNA is all in line, who else can you?"

The old man stopped talking, but he felt indescribable.

Qin Jianzuo didn't recognize anyone. Last time, Qin Jian quietly slept with the woman who accidentally broke into the cellar. This time, why did he make a mess?

Suddenly, the sound of the mechanism turning on came from behind.

The old man turned around and the steel plate slowly slid open from the hole in the door.

Qin Fu shouted, "The door is open."
Chapter completed!