Outside the living room, it was still quiet.

Qin Nuo walked out of the room, looked around, and rubbed his eyebrows. To be honest, he was a little confused now, and he had to go back to the room to sort out his thoughts.

"My head hurts a bit too. Why do I feel like everyone here is not a good person?" said the Blood-Eyed Ghost.

"If the words are inconsistent and someone is lying, it proves that someone is trying to set me up."

"The blood-red dagger in my hand is very important. I cannot stab the wrong person. If I do, I'll die. If I don't, I'll also die. There is only one way out."

Qin Nuo said as he walked towards his room.

As soon as I turned the door, I heard some noise from the side.

Something seems to be moving in the darkness...

Qin Nuo walked over with a hint of caution. The noise came from under a table. A smaller figure was huddled there, shivering.

Qin Nuo saw the figure's face and said, "Your name is... Ding Xiang, right?"

Ding Xiang raised her head and looked at Qin Nuo with a pale face. Her voice was weak and hoarse: "You are a guest during the day, why are you in the living room?"

Qin Nuo said casually: "I can't sleep, so I came out for a walk."

"You look like you're in pain, are you okay?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a pool of blood under Dingxiang's body.

The bright red blood directly dyed the white pants red, and it was extremely conspicuous even in the dark night.

Qin Nuo probably understood something: "Your period...didn't that Xiaolan help you with it?"

Ding Xiang shook her head: "Sister Xiaolan took me to the bathroom and helped me deal with it briefly, but I still feel very uncomfortable now..."

Qin Nuo's face was slightly tense. He glanced around and thought of something. His eyes flashed slightly. "Let's go. I'll take you back to the room first. Although I don't know how to deal with girls, staying on this cold floor will only make the situation worse."

Ding Xiang said, "I was going to knock on Sister Xiaolan's door, but she seemed to be asleep. My legs were too weak, so I just sat here..."

Qin Nuo didn't say anything, helped Dingxiang up and walked towards her room.

Dingxiang's room is very simple, with not many furnishings. It has simple cabinets and a simple table, all very casual. The only difference is that there are quite a few books.

In such a confined and unfree environment, books are obviously the only way for them to gain physical and mental freedom.

Dingxiang lay on the bed, her face still looking very bad.

Qin Nuo walked into the bathroom, poured a basin of hot water, brought it out and placed it on the floor.

He heated the towel with hot water and placed it in Dingxiang's hand: "Here, apply it first."

"Do you have brown sugar?"

"Yes, they are in the cupboard. They have brown sugar and ginger."

"Just lie down for a while, I'll get you ready."

Qin Nuo walked to the cupboard, opened the door, and just as he took out a can of brown sugar, a white shadow suddenly jumped out.

Qin Nuo was startled, took a few steps back, and drew out the bloody dagger from his waist.

A white shadow fell to the ground, it was a white cat.

It opened its glass-like blue eyes, stared at Qin Nuo for a few times, meowed twice, and walked over and rubbed against his feet without any fear.

Qin Nuo looked at the white cat with a surprised expression.

Every woman has a white cat.

Lingxiang and Youting's white cats are dead, but Dingxiang's cat is alive?

If you think about it, this isn't anything weird.

There is no requirement that every cat must be dead.

However, if according to Youting's words, Dingxiang was resisting the man like this and always thinking about escaping, how could he let the cat live?

"Meow~"

The white cat looked very clingy, rubbing against Qin Nuo's feet constantly, without any vigilance at all.

Qin Nuo put the jar aside, squatted down, and gently stroked the white cat twice with his hand.

The latter also cooperated by rubbing his head against it.

Qin Nuo stroked it twice, and it shook its body, turned around and ran away.

Qin Nuo blinked and didn't chase after it. He turned around and went about his own business. When he came back after making the brown sugar water, the white cat was lying in Dingxiang's arms, curled up there affectionately.

Dingxiang was in a very bad condition, but she still gently stroked the white cat's fur with her hand.

Qin Nuo came over and put the brown sugar water aside: "Can you drink it yourself?"

"Well, thank you."

Ding Xiang nodded and took a few sips.

Qin Nuo looked at the white cat and asked casually, "Is this cat your pet?"

"It's the white cat that man gave me. He told me to take good care of it."

Ding Xiang said with a smile: "This is the only sunshine and warmth I have here."

She wanted to say something else, but stopped herself when she thought of something.

Qin Nuo looked at her faint smile and continued to ask, "Your other sister also has a cat like this, did you know?"

Ding Xiang nodded slightly: "I know, but my sisters don't like to take their cats out, so I rarely see them."

"I saw Lingxiang's cat. It was dead and thrown in the cupboard." Qin Nuo rubbed his nose and paid attention to the changes in Dingxiang's expression.

Dingxiang's pretty face showed a hint of surprise, and then she said sadly: "Then I believe Sister Lingxiang must be very sad."

"After all, these cats are the only ones we can talk to here."

She stroked the cat and gave it a gentle kiss on the forehead.

Qin Nuo leaned back in his chair and spoke lightly.

"But cats have a short lifespan, and you won't be able to stay with them for long. What will you do then?"

Dingxiang's eyes were blurred and her lips moved, but she still didn't say anything.

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