"I don't want your things."

His words were like sharp thorns that pierced Feng Huaqing's heart, causing him to feel a dull pain.

Feng Huaqing lowered his eyes and looked at the filthy thing in his palm.

…

Feng Huayan still received family punishment.

When he was brought out, he was almost covered in blood and in an extremely weak state.

Feng Tiancheng said ruthlessly, "Send him back to Yanxi Pavilion. As long as he doesn't admit his mistakes, I won't give him any treatment!"

An elder frowned in dismay, "Chief, I think we should ask a doctor to check his condition. Otherwise, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on."

Feng Tiancheng's face turned cold, "If he really cared about himself, he wouldn't be so stubborn with me!"

When everyone heard this, they knew that persuasion was futile.

Feng Huayan, who had not yet fainted, caught a glimpse of Feng Tiancheng's cold expression. Somehow, the injuries on his body did not compare to the pain in his heart.

From beginning to end, he was the one who was abandoned.

Not long after, in Yanxi Pavilion.

Feng Huayan lay on the bed with an extremely pale face.

A waiter wanted to step forward to treat Feng Huayan's wound, but heard his cold scolding.

"roll."

He was already weak and dizzy at this time, but he still held on to his breath, not wanting others to get close to him and know his secret.

At this time, a man approached and reached out to untie Feng Huayan's belt.

Feng Huayan reacted quickly and grabbed the person's hand.

Looking closely, it turned out to be Feng Huaqing!

The disgust in Feng Huayan's eyes almost overflowed, and he shouted hysterically:

"roll--"

As soon as he finished yelling, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he seemed to be about to faint in the next moment.

Feng Huaqing saw this, and a look of heartache appeared in his eyes. At the same time, he asked in great confusion: "What did I do wrong to make you hate me so much? Ah Yan, tell me! I am your brother! Did you suffer any injustice outside?!"

"Get out of here!" Feng Huayan was furious.

Feng Huaqing took a deep breath and said calmly, "I'll help you treat your wound."

He stepped closer.

Feng Huayan suddenly took out a dagger, pointed it at his throat, and smiled coldly, with blood on the corners of his lips. "If you dare to touch me, I will cut my own throat."

Feng Huaqing looked at him deeply.

Seeing him slowly cutting his skin with the blade and blood oozing out, Feng Huaqing's face changed drastically and he shouted urgently, "Stop! I'm leaving!"

After driving Feng Huaqing away, Feng Huayan's hands dropped weakly.

The dagger fell to the ground with a clang.

Feng Huayan fell back onto the bed and laughed again, but for some reason, it made people feel a little bitter.

"That's all..."

He said this, as if he had used up all his strength.

About half a quarter of an hour later.

Another figure entered the house.

"Get out..." Feng Huayan's voice became extremely weak.

But the man didn't leave, instead he moved closer to him.

Feng Huayan was filled with anger and wanted to lose his temper, but his body was powerless and he felt pain all over.

Before he could see who was coming, a hand pinched his cheek and stuffed several high-level pills into his mouth.

Feng Huayan instinctively wanted to spit it out, but the next moment, his mouth was manually closed by the man.

“Mmm…”

Feng Huayan opened his eyes wide and finally saw who the person was.

His eyes trembled slightly, as if he was a little bit unbelievable.

Chen Yan's tone was a little cold, "I was kind enough to help you apply medicine and bandage it today, but I didn't expect that not long after, you would torment yourself to death."

Chen Yan didn't let go of her hand until he swallowed the pill.

Feng Huayan looked at her fiercely, "Haven't you already left the Feng family?"

At this point, he seemed to have thought of something and sneered: "You don't think you have caught me and want to ask for benefits now, do you?"

"Handle?" Chen Yan looked at him.

Feng Huayan said: "Isn't it?"

Chen Yan said: "If you think so, then so be it. I do want you to do me a favor."

Feng Huayan showed an expression of "as expected", and then he stared at Chen Yan with sarcasm. After he took the pill, his spirits improved a lot.

"Tell me, what do you want?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yan lifted him up from the bed.

Feng Huayan's pupils shrank slightly, and he was filled with shock and anger.

Chen Yan said calmly: "Take off your clothes, I will help you treat your wound."

Feng Huayan was stunned and looked at her with puzzled eyes.

Under his puzzled gaze, Chen Yan explained: "I was entrusted by someone to help you heal your injuries."

Hearing this, Feng Huayan immediately thought of Feng Huaqing.

His face instantly turned like a layer of frost, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Chen Yan was full of murderous intent. "I won't accept his kindness, get out!"

Chen Yan looked calm, "Now, I should be the only one who knows your secret. You asked me to get out, do you want others to find out about your secret?"

Feng Huayan was furious.

The two just stared at each other in a stalemate for a long time.

After a pause, Feng Huayan curled his lips and asked, "You saw it, what do you think? Do you think it's ugly?"

"Yeah." Chen Yan nodded.

Feng Huayan choked, his face turned ashen in an instant, and just when he was about to lose his temper, Chen Yan said another sentence.

"These scars can't be removed?"

The room was silent for a few seconds.

“…It can’t be eliminated.” Feng Huayan lowered his eyes. “It can never be eliminated.”

Then he took off his clothes one by one, and then untied the bandages wrapped around his body.

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