"I'm not hungry!" Xiao Zexin has a tough attitude.

Nangong glanced at his right hand.

"Why do you always put your hands behind you?"

Xiao Zexin's body is more rigid and his hands are more tightly clenched.

His hand had been so tight that it was almost spasmodic.

"Show me your hand." Nangong asks for the moon.

Xiao Zexin tried to make himself very relaxed: "you eat quickly, I'm still waiting to go back to take medicine."

"Chen Fen." Nangong opens her mouth like the moon.

"What's up, ma'am?"

"Go to the other side and get his medicine."

"OK."

Chen Fen was about to leave. Xiao Zexin frowned and stopped: "stop, you don't have to go. I'll go back and take it myself in a moment."

He can't let the servant leave.

Only the two of them were left. If he did something carelessly, no one would give Ruyue any help.

Chen Fen obviously felt the pressure of Xiao Zexin.

She looked at Nangong Ruyue, waiting for her reaction.

Xiao Zexin suddenly reached out his hands and picked up the dishes and chopsticks.

He pinched his right hand for too long, so it was stiff when he opened it.

"I can leave after dinner, right?" He asked.

Without waiting for Nangong Ruyue to answer, he immediately pours rice into his mouth.

He didn't eat any vegetables. He hardly chewed the rice, so he swallowed it.

He gulped, not worried about choking.

He finished a bowl of rice as fast as he could.

Put down the bowl, he looked at Nangong Ruyue: "I finished eating, you also eat, don't starve your body."

Nangong looks at him without expression.

Xiao Zexin did not dare to look directly into her clear eyes: "I'm gone."

After that, he got up and strode away --

Nangong Ruyue did not make a sound or even any response.

She didn't know why. Her heart was dull and sore.

Chen Fen walked to her side, wanted to say something, and finally left with a sigh.

For a long time, Nangong Ruyue numbly picked up the dishes and chopsticks and ate mechanically

Just, eating, there are tears dripping in the bowl.

One drop, another drop

Xiao Zexin, who was hiding outside the window, felt as if she had been separated by a blunt knife.

He watched for a long time, until Nangong Ruyue went upstairs to have a rest.

……

Back at his house, he asked the servant to bring a fruit knife.

Sitting on the sofa, Xiao Zexin slowly stretched out his hands.

Because he clenched his fist hard every day, there were several deep nail marks on the palm of his hand.

It's a mark left by puncturing the palm of your hand many times.

And his knuckles are so stiff that they seem to be broken.

On the tea table, there is a fruit knife.

His eyes fell on it, and his right hand almost lost control to hold the knife.

His brain is clear, but his body doesn't listen to him.

If he had not controlled himself with great willpower, he would have grasped the knife.

Usually, in order not to stimulate his nerves, he did not allow the servant to put the knife where he could see it.

But today, he wants to overcome this evil spirit.

He didn't want to be like this all his life, and he didn't want to see Ruyue sad.

Xiao took a deep breath.

Then he slowly reached for the fruit knife

The closer he was to the fruit knife, the more difficult it was for him to breathe.

And in his mind, all the sharp blade, instant cut belly picture.

The picture flashed and blood spattered continuously -

Xiao Zexin was unable to breathe, his eyes were a little lax, and a lot of sweat was exuded from his forehead.

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