Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"It's okay." Feng Jin said, watching him put on his shoes. If she were a teenager, she would have squatted down and hugged him and cried bitterly, but now, she couldn't.

In a situation where the enemy is in darkness and we are in the clear, if she does this, it means losing her mind and everything.

He can maintain the appearance of 20 years ago, and I don't know if it is a trap. If it were him, he would not forget her even if he risked his life. At this moment, he calls her "sister". Although Feng Jin's appearance is no longer young, Feng Jin She is naturally beautiful and looks to be in her thirties...

"I'll get you medicine." Young Master Lian was at a loss, especially her burning eyes, which made him panic.

Over the years, he has lived here alone. The first woman he saw was Gu Chuyan. Unexpectedly, Fengjin would also break in. He obviously felt that she was familiar, but he felt very depressed and had the urge to escape. .

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Feng Jin stood there, watching his fleeing figure.

Feng Jin stood there, her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her flesh, and blood seeping into her nails. She suddenly laughed, but her laughter could not conceal her bitterness and sadness, after searching for so many years.

"I thought you were dead, but I didn't expect you to be brought here by them and... forget about me." Feng Jin said softly.

She turned around and left. The blood slid down from the palms that were pricked by her own nails. She stepped on the grass with her embroidered shoes, and the blood gushes out and dyed the shoes red. When she just turned around, Young Master Lian ran over with the medicine. .

"Don't." Young Master Lian saw her body swaying and falling on the grass. He strode forward and hugged her.

Feng Jin fell into his arms. She looked up at him with an anxious and flustered look. She stretched out her hand to touch his jade-like handsome face and said, "Don't be sad."

"I don't like to see you sad." Feng Jin said, her palms were full of blood, and his face was stained with blood when she touched it.

Feng Jin was a little panicked and wiped it with her sleeve, but the blood spread more and more and she couldn't wipe it clean. She became anxious and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"Who are you?" Young Master Lian looked at her panic. He wanted to cry but held it in strong. The love overflowing in his eyes was true, but he was confused. How could this woman who appeared out of thin air disturb his heart.

He took off her shoes and stopped her bleeding.

Young Master Lian sprinkled the medicine on her wound. The originally deep wound suddenly stopped bleeding and the scar gradually healed. This scene happened so fast that even Feng Jin had no time to see it clearly.

"Are you lonely here?" Feng Jin asked.

Young Master Lian was a little at a loss. After stopping her bleeding, he put her on the ground and ran away.

"Who is she?" Young Master Lian ran back, washed his face, and looked at the clear water stained red with blood. He looked at himself reflected in the water and poured the water away in discomfort.

He walked to the studio and looked at the pictures he had drawn in the past. His eyes were fixed on a certain place. He walked up and said, "Exactly the same expression."

"Hiss." Young Master Lian looked at the portrait and felt a severe headache. He covered his head and turned around to hide. His original black hair gradually turned pale. He hid and did not dare to look out.

Feng Jin followed him, walked in and saw the portraits all over the room. She felt a little choked up in her throat, like a fish thorn stuck in her throat.

"This is..." Feng Jin looked at each painting, including the first time she met him, and sometimes the scenes he showed when they were quarreling. Some of them she even forgot, but the original appearance was vividly displayed in the paintings.