A Star Reborn: The Queen’s Return

He wiped the ointment a little bit into the wound of Xia Yu.

The ointment was very cool, and the pain in her wounds eased. Under the dark crystal light, she looked at his face quietly. There was also a bruise on his lips. There were some bloodstains that dried up. It looked very different in peace. It tore off the appearance of gentle and calm, violent. Wolverine, fierce.

Xia Wei was the first to see him out of control. Even when they quarreled, when he punishes her high, he is still in control. Unlike now, regardless of disregard, like a little boy who opened his heart, he was beaten for his first love girlfriend and man.

I don’t feel a bit fascinated.

"What are you looking at?" Yan Ziheng finished the medicine for her and asked.

Xia Wei removed his gaze: "Nothing."

He stopped asking, flattened her body and covered her bedding: "Get to sleep early."

"What about you?" Xia Wei asked. "Your injury... Does it matter?"

He glanced and his expression softened: "I don't get in the way, skin is hurt."

"Then you have to take the medicine." She only smashed the other side and became like this. He slammed so many punches and certainly hurt even more.

Zhai Ziheng said: "Okay." Saying, went to the small table where the ointment was placed next to the bed, first treated the wounds on the lips and cheeks, and then turned his back to her, taking off his suit and shirt, revealing a line of bodybuilding and fine Real muscles come.

Xia Yan turned over and did not go to see him.

She is familiar with every inch of his skin, just like being familiar with herself. Every inch of joy and pain is so memorable that even a long time passes, and it can't be indifferent, only avoiding.

However, on the side of the bed, there is a floor-to-ceiling glass window, which is reflected by the shadow of the gauze.

Xia Yu wanted to close his eyes, but the ghost looked at the blurred shadow on the glass window and could not move his eyes.

He skillfully applied medicine to himself, chest, waist and lower abdomen. The injured place was more than she thought. The more she looked, the more sad she was. Finally, when the front of the body was finished, she saw him raise his hand. It seemed to want to touch the depths of his shoulders. He tried it several times, so he put down the medicine bottle, picked up his clothes, and prepared to go to his body. wear.

Xia Wei finally couldn't help but turn around and sit up from the bed: "Wait, you still have no medicine in the place..."

He didn't think she was turning back, and the arm holding her clothes stopped in midair.

However, at that moment, Xia Wei’s voice stopped, and his eyes fell on a point at his left arm. "this is……"

He covered his clothes: "Nothing."

Xia Qian climbed out of bed to pull his hand and uncovered the clothes. On his arm, there are many wounds in it, like cutting it with a blade. The cuttings are sharp, neat, old and new, and stacked on top of each other.

"what is this?"

He pulled his arm out of her hand, put on his clothes, and didn't talk.

"Zi Ziheng!" Xia Yan looked at him angrily, his voice shivering. "You tell me, how did you get it?!" Clearly remembered, until the last night before her death, he was holding her sleeplessly. There are no such scars on the arm. So, after that...?

After that, what happened? !

"Why do you have such a wound in your hand?" She tried to hold back the tremor in her voice.

After returning to him after being born again, she actually didn't look at him so well that it was only until now that he found such a terrible scar on his body. This scares her more than countless punches and kicks, because, faintly, she knows what it is.

I still remember that when he was imprisoned for her year, when she couldn’t help, she tried to commit suicide. She cut the wrist with sharp broken porcelain. This is roughly the effect... No, it’s not neat, hehe.

On his arm is a calm madness.

Zhai Ziheng still did not answer, only turned around: "It's too late, sleep."

Xia Wei looked at his back: "Zi Ziheng, do you want to let me know if you have anything? Wang Jingwei, and Tianyi’s battle, and the wounds in my hands now... Zizi Heng, what do you think of me? what?"

His figure is slightly stiff.

Xia Wei said: "Do you raise me, is it only used to relieve boredom? You never care what I think in my heart, I always decide everything unilaterally, do you know that I will be scared!"

"I raise you, not to understand boredom." He said lowly, did not look back.

"What is it for?!" She yelled at him. "You tell me!"

He was silent for a long time. When she gradually became desperate and thought that he would not answer, he finally said: "Oh, from the first day I took you home, I made up my mind to prevent you from being squandered. Grievance. The outside world is too complicated, many things, I don't tell you, not because I don't care about you, but... I care too much about you."

Xia Wei didn't expect him to say such a thing, and he was caught off guard and was on the spot.

Yes, he has taken care of her well over the years. If it is not later that she disobeys him, she guesses that she can be carefree and happy under his wings.

Yes, this is love, no, at least not the love she wants.

"Zi Ziheng, if you care about me, tell me the truth." Xia Yan looked at his back and his voice was hoarse. "Tell me, how did your arm get it, what happened?"

He lifted his scarred arm slightly and stared down.

Xia Wei urged: "Zi Ziheng!"

"At that time, you fell from the stage," he said slowly, as if he was restraining any emotions. "Later, always dreaming at night, dreaming of you. Sometimes I think you think too much, take a knife. Draw a hole in your arm and watch the blood flow out, thinking about how much pain you have when you fall..."

His voice changed slightly, like crying, stopping without warning.

Xia Wei no longer asked, and the heart seemed to be smashed into a ball, and the pain was difficult. It’s strange that he used to make her so miserable in her life. She should be happy and hateful, but why, it’s even more sad.

The atmosphere in the room was so suffocating that Xia Wei turned and pushed the door open and went out.

On the deck, the night was already deep, and the stars in the black velvet night were twinkling, and the salty water of the sea came from the wind. Xia Yan hugged his knees in his hands and sat on the edge of the deck. The sound of the waves was like a drowning.

He regretted it.

After she paid the price of her life, he finally regretted it. So, now that he has recovered, he is so cautious about her.

But the price is so tragic.

Xia Wei remembered that those happy pasts had vanished in the sudden marriage of more than three years ago. When she first learned that Wang Jingyi was going to marry him, she was so shocked, angry and panicked, just like the sky was falling. It’s the same...