have a guilty conscience , as one 's guilty conscience?
After a moment's dull smile on duanmuze's face, he seemed to think of something. He stopped a servant passing by and asked coldly, "I ask you, where has Miss gone all day today?"
After the servant was stopped, his face was a little confused. He looked back and shook his head: "Ze Shao, I don't know where the young lady went today. I only know that she dressed up beautifully when she went out and looked in a good mood. So did she when she came back."
It sounds... There seems to be nothing wrong.
But if nothing is wrong, why does she feel guilty when she sees herself? Ran straight back to the room without two words?
There should be something wrong. Duanmuze's face became dignified. He waved to the man in front of him, and the servant left.
Duanmuze stood in place for a while, then turned and went upstairs.
Duanmuxue sat in front of the dressing mirror to remove her makeup and prepare for a bath. As a result, she heard someone knocking at the door. She said impatiently, "who?"
"Xiaoxue, it's my brother."
The sound of turbulent Muze sounded outside the door. Duanmu Xue's face immediately changed, brother? What is he doing here at this time?
"Is it convenient for my brother to come in?"
"No, no!" Duanmu Xue responded in a sharp voice in her panic, and then she nervously grabbed a comb and shook her head.
You can't let your brother in. If you let him know that he's going to find yetingchen, he will scold himself. He has planned many things. What should he do if duanmuze's intervention changes at that time?
Duanmuze standing outside the door heard the tension and panic in her words, and her eyebrows frowned deeper.
It seems that his guess is right. His thin lips are tightly pursed, and his eyes gradually become cold.
Why is this sister always so disobedient? What magic power does the man of yetingchen have to fascinate her like this? Duanmuze sneered: "why don't you let your brother in? Are you guilty?"
Duanmu Xue: "I, I want to take a bath."
Bang!
As a result, Duanmu Ze kicked the door open directly the next second. Duanmu Xue stood up from his chair and looked at him in amazement.
"Brother, brother..."
Duanmu Ze took a look at her. She unloaded half of her makeup. She wasn't ready to take a bath at all. Duanmu Xue panicked when he came in.
"What are you doing in such a hurry?" Duanmu Ze looked at her calmly and walked slowly towards her: "don't you want to take a bath? What's the matter? The makeup hasn't been unloaded yet? Do you need my brother to help you?"
"Don't come here!" Duanmu Xue suddenly threw the comb in her hand at Duanmu Ze!
Bang!
The comb is such a beautiful and exquisite girl's comb. It is inlaid with many glittering diamonds. Although it is not heavy enough to kill people, it will still hurt when it hits the body.
With a bang, the comb hit duanmuze's face.
Duanmu Ze groaned with pain. There was no expression on his handsome face, but the eyes that always smiled like a fox caught a look of disappointment. He raised his hand to cover the place where he was hit and looked at Duanmu Xue and smiled bitterly.
"Brother is so terrible? I can't talk to you?"
The bitter smile on his face made duanmuxue feel a little uncomfortable, but as soon as she thought that he came into the room to stop her, her eyes immediately turned red and reached out to grab another thing on the dresser, no matter what it was.
"I don't want to talk to you, you go out!"
Duanmuze's eyes were cold: "Xiaoxue, I'm your brother and we're relatives. I can't let you do things that hurt people."
"No! I don't hurt anyone at all. I just like someone. What's wrong with me? Brother, you're my brother... Will you stand on my side? Just think it's Xiaoxue. Please, I just like him. I don't want to hurt anyone else."
Duanmuze shook his head helplessly and looked at her. His eyes were full of disappointment.
"Didn't hurt others? You approached him through his amnesia. He didn't want to be engaged to you, but you forced him to be with you. It's not hurt. What's it? Xiaoxue, emotion is not possession. Even if you really get it one day, you won't be happy."
Duan muxue shook her head and whispered like a Madman: "no, as long as I'm with him, I'll be happy, brother... Don't worry about me. No matter what I do in the future, I can be responsible for myself. No matter what happens, I won't regret."
I don't know if it was duanmuze's illusion. He always felt that his sister was acting like a lunatic, and his eyebrows frowned deeply.
What's the matter with this girl? Is it because you can't ask too much that you become insane?
Duanmuze thought to himself, do you need to take her to see a psychologist?
Thinking of this, he quickly made up his mind: "brother, I can't watch you humiliate yourself like this. Tomorrow I'll take you to see a psychologist for counseling."
psychologist?
Hearing these four words, duanmuxue gradually widened her eyes and looked at him incredulously.
"Brother, you... You think I have mental problems???"
Duan Muze: "look in the mirror and see what you look like now. What's the difference with insanity?"
Duanmuxue obediently turned her head and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were wide, her makeup was half removed, her eyes were full of red blood, and she held the makeup remover tightly in her hand. She looked like a female madman.
She dropped the bottle in her hand and took a step back.
"See? Are you surprised by yourself like this, Xiaoxue... While things haven't made everyone know, let go and don't let others step under your feet with your dignity and face. The world is so big. Do you want any good people?"
However, no matter what Duanmu Ze said behind him, Duanmu Xue didn't respond to him. When he wanted to approach, Duanmu Xue said faintly: "brother, you go out, I want to be alone."
Duanmuze: "... Xiaoxue."
"If you don't go out, I'll die in front of you."
She grabbed a fragment and sent it to her white and tender neck. Her eyes looked at duanmuze faintly.
Duanmuze: "
"Get out!"
Duanmuze: "OK, don't be impulsive. I'll go out now. Don't do anything stupid... Xiaoxue."
With that, he took a deep look at her, then turned out of the room and closed the door for her.
Duanmuze stood at the door, reached out and stroked the empty sweat in front of his forehead, and looked back at the closed door.
When did his sister become like this? If he had only suspected that she had a little problem with her spirit before, now duanmuze can almost be sure that his sister... Has a real problem with her spirit.
What's next?