Although Lu Zhaokun said last time that his leg didn't need treatment.

But Jiang Nian knew the dangerous situation he usually found himself in. If anything happened while he was in a wheelchair, the danger would be doubled.

With her head down, she first pressed her leg through the thin blanket and said, "I can cure your leg with acupuncture."

"There's an auction tomorrow night, featuring a medicinal herb called Red Ginseng that can help your leg recover faster. I'll be bidding on it."

She cares about him.

Even if she suspected he was hiding something from her, even if she moved out of the house, she still cared about him.

Lu Zhaokun said in a deep voice, "I shouldn't have let you kill that rabbit."

Jiang Nian paused for a moment, then looked up: "What?"

"When you came in just now, you asked me what I was thinking,"

Lu Zhaokun raised his eyes, his gaze deep and somber. "I was thinking, when you were seven, I shouldn't have let you kill that rabbit with your own hands."

Over the years, he taught her to abandon emotions and become cold-blooded.

Was it to make her stronger, or to leave her alone, with no one else around her but him?

He felt that only he could give her the best things in the world. But what he gave her was never what she wanted.

He will pay the price for his selfishness, indifference, and ruthlessness.

Lu Zhaokun gently stroked the girl's long hair, his gaze lowered.

The next second, Jiang Nian felt a chill on her neck.

The cold needle pierced her skin.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

He swayed twice and then lost consciousness.

Lu Zhaokun picked the person up.

The next second, they let the people outside in.

He murmured softly, "When you remember everything, if you still want to kill me, I'll let you."