Anyin looks around, but no one is seen.
Although the place is very beautiful and comfortable, the little girl is lonely.
Anyin was hesitating whether to go forward to talk to the little girl when she heard a very light door opening and hid behind a big tree.
When the door opened, Qin Jian's tall figure appeared at the door. He held the door frame with one hand and his chest with the other. He was still dressed nine days ago, and there were cracks in his chest that were pierced by Emei.
An Yin's heart suddenly tightened.
Almost uncontrollably, she wanted to run to him, but she looked at him, her feet glued to the ground but did not move, afraid that all this was just a dream.
He was afraid that if she moved, his figure would disappear.
She was staring at the man bending at the door.
Qin Jian's face was strangely pale. He clenched his teeth and seemed to be holding back the pain.
An Yin looks at Qin Jian like this. She is very busy and wants to go out of the tree to help him.
Qin Jian was at this time, standing straight, his throat moved, as if it was difficult to swallow something.
Then he raised his hand to wipe the blood stains from the corners of his mouth at will, and walked to the little girl in front of the house.
He swallowed blood.
Anyin's tears welled up.
She didn't want him to see her crying. She quietly retracted the tree and forced herself to calm down as soon as possible.
An Yin does not blink to look at Qin Jian's strong support figure, very much want to jump up, hold him, tell him, if there is injury, cure him, don't hold on like this.
But with his eyes, he looked at the little girl at the door.
It happened that the little girl turned her face in her direction.
When anyin saw the girl's face, she froze and even stopped breathing.
The little girl looks like her mother Xia Xin.
But I don't know why, but the expression between the eyebrows is similar to her.
If it wasn't for her appearance, it would be a copy of her childhood.
The little girl played too much, Qin Jian went to the front, but did not find it, until Qin Jian squatted down and gently stroked her head, "Lianyin."
I can't believe the gentle tone.
The little girl looked up and saw the handsome Yan in front of her. She jumped up happily and threw herself into his arms and hugged his neck. "Brother, Lianyin thinks that her brother will not pay attention to Lianyin in the future."
He laughed and hugged her fondly, "little fool, how can my brother ignore pity?"
At the moment when the little girl raises her head, an Yin sees the little girl's eyes and is so surprised that if she doesn't cover her mouth in time, she almost shouts out.
The little girl named Lianyin has a dead gray eye.
The little girl can move and talk, but anyin feels a breath of death, a breath of death that only exists in the dead.
This feeling makes anyin's hair stand up all over her body, and the valley of spring flowers seems to have become a tomb.
And this little girl is the living and dead person in this tomb.
Anyin suddenly felt bad.
But Qin Jian comforts the little girl as if nothing happened.
When anyin saw this place, the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.
The brain churned into paste.
Is this a little girl or a little girl?
Why is Qin Jian with this little girl?
And look at his look, he dotes on the little girl.
Qin Jian is a cold tempered person. If his kindness to this little girl is not out of sincerity, he will not show such expression.
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