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"Where is the injury?" Nangong Yixiao looks at the five finger seal of Yan evening, and her face is full of blood. She doesn't dare to think of any injury on her body.

At night, he raised his hand and wiped off the blood on his lips. The whole person was calm to the coldness. He didn't seem to have experienced this terrible thing.

"The blood in my mouth is not mine. Leg, bone may be broken. "

That moment, night from the south palace to Xiao face to see the killing intention.

"Don't mess around." Later, he grabbed his arm and shook his head, "brother Xiao, don't do something you shouldn't do. It's dangerous."

Nangong to Xiao looked at his arm that hand, small soft, has not the slightest strength, efforts to grasp his sleeve.

Hurt such a person, the three people will not be broken to pieces!

However, she said later, don't do dangerous things.

"Well, if I say no, I won't do it." Nangong nods with Xiao.

Evening and evening are numb, otherwise you will find Nangong Yixiao different - he has never given her the intimate title of "my evening".

It should be said that at this time, he was called Yanxiao.

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on the way to the hospital in the evening, she fell into a coma due to the sequelae of overpowering drugs and body pain.

When I wake up again, I hear the patter of rain outside.

Today's weather, overcast to light rain, no clear.

It's depressing to watch.

"Late, what's the matter?" Yan Xiao has been guarding the night of the speech side, the first time found that the night of speech wake up.

Late night subconsciously moved the lower body, the whole body transmitted pain, especially the right leg and abdomen.

"Hiss -" she took a breath of cold air subconsciously.

"Don't move!" Yan Xiao pressed words late, helped her to adjust the arc of the hospital bed, "you now in addition to the injury on the face, there are three fractures in the right leg, abdominal bruises, can not move."

I watched the clock on the doctor's room in the evening. It was nine twenty minutes in the morning.

"Fu Sihan Have you been contacted? "

"You ask that as soon as you open your mouth?" Yan Xiao's eyes flashed through a cold, quickly controlled. He said, as if educating a disobedient sister, "late or late, you should care about your illness."

Night silent looking at him, waiting for him to answer his words.

"No After half a ring, Yan Xiao compromise answer.

"He Do you know he Have you returned home? "

"Back, yesterday."

In the evening, I closed my eyes and laughed up, which was very ironic.

"No more questions?" The late reaction was beyond Yan Xiao's expectation.

"No more."

So what?

Ask also only more block heart just.

She asked him yesterday if he had returned home, and he said no.

He's lying to her.

In the evening, I took a few deep breaths. I opened my eyes again and pressed down the sad mood. I asked, "brother Xiao, my leg..."

"Abdominal injury can be recuperated, leg is cast at present, but the doctor suggests that the operation can be better and faster."

"No way!" "I don't want to have an operation, I can't!"

Crus fracture, scalpel up a certain scar, after a lot of shows will be limited, will also be rejected by many brands.

"Is it possible not to have an operation?"

In the face of the night full of expectations in the eyes, Yan Xiao can not say a word.

He thought he was a cruel man.

For his good evening, happy evening and even to get him, he can do many extreme things. For example, he just concealed the news that Fu Sihan was looking for Yan wanwan.

Fu Sihan, a man like that, is not worth staying around late!

Even if her leg had been operated on late in the evening and left a long scar, she would recall the betrayal of Foshan and his timely help to her whenever she saw the scar.

However, the sentence "can't" stuck in my throat.

After leaving an ugly scar, I would feel sad and painful whenever I saw a show that she could not return to. I thought about the disgusting actions of those three people to her.

Words Xiao bow waist, cover up to grasp the position of the heart, feel there bursts of pain.

Is Nangong Yixiao that coward stop him? Is it his residual consciousness?

"Brother Xiao?" It was too late to wait for his response.

"Yes." Yan Xiao took off the corner of his mouth and leaned to cover his quilt in the evening. "If you don't have an operation, you'll have to cast a plaster for two months. These two months will be inconvenient to move and muscle atrophy. After the leg injury recovers, you may need to learn to walk again."

Two months is enough time for muscles to forget the rhythm of walking. Many people do not do a good job in the late re examination. Even if the leg injury is cured, they will walk lame and limp.

"Then I'll have a cast." Later, he grabbed the quilt and turned his head to look out of the window. "Brother Xiao, please go and tell the doctor about it."After Yan Xiao went out, he looked around in the evening and couldn't find his mobile phone, so he had to dial the landline of the bedside Hospital

Yan Xiao brings the doctor and nurse.

It's half an hour after plaster casting. I'm not used to seeing my fresh "pig's hoof" in the evening.

It's so ugly that people doubt life

"Later, do you believe in the second personality?" Yan Xiao sat down beside the hospital bed and could look at his eyes.

"Well?" Evening almost thought that he heard wrong, uncertain asked, "you mean, dissociative identity disease?"

"Yes."

"Nature believes it." This is exactly what exists in the history of mental illness.

Yan Xiao's eyes deepened. Obviously, he was higher than himself when he was sitting beside him. However, he felt that his eyes were like a kind of Look up.

There was a suspicion of piety in his eyes.

I think I must be wrong.

"What if I told you I had a second personality?" Words are good.

Later, he opened his eyes in shock and found his voice after a long time, "you Are you serious? "

Yan Xiao nodded and leaned back in the chair. "He first appeared when I was seven years old. In order to take refuge, my family sent me to a strange family to live in. I didn't live well. A little girl often came to help me and gave me encouragement and warmth."

Give me tenderness and love.

Even if that love has nothing to do with love.

"Then he appeared." Yan Xiao bowed his head and said that tone was as flat as if telling the story of someone who had nothing to do with him, "but when I came back home, he fell into a deep sleep, and awoke a while ago."

"He Who is it? " In fact, I already have the answer.

The second is his personality.

Yan Xiao raised his eyes and looked at the evening: "Yan Xiao."

"Words, Xiao..." The evening pondered over the name, did not find the word Xiao in hearing these two words when the eyes flash over the ecstasy.

"Does he have a great influence on you?"