After she finished speaking, she pulled out the hairpin on her head and put it across her neck. When she was about to stab her, Ling Che slapped her away with a slap. His face was as gloomy as a dark cloud in the middle of the night, cold and scary.

He glanced at Yang Wei, grabbed Yun Jiao and left.

Yang Wei covered his chest and staggered forward, "Jiaojiao..."

"Stop!" Zhang Nian stretched out his hand to stop him. "How can the Ling Mansion allow you to barge in? Come here, throw this man out!"

"yes!"

Two guards forcibly grabbed Yang Wei. Yang Wei suffered serious internal injuries and his struggle was futile. No matter how worried and anxious he was, he was still driven out.

Main courtyard.

Back in the house, Ling Che pushed Yun Jiao away, sat heavily on the chair, put his hands on the table, and remained silent with a stern face, not saying another word.

Yun Jiao stood at the door, the air was eerily quiet.

Fortunately, Ayu is here.

"Please bring me some gauze and hemostatic medicine," she ordered.

"yes."

A'yu was quick and got everything ready soon. Yun Jiao took the simple small medicine box, walked to the table, opened the box, and reached out to untie his belt.

He was stunned for a moment, but sat there motionless.

He untied his belt and pulled his black robe aside, revealing the wound on his shoulder.

"It may hurt a little." She first wet the handkerchief with warm water, wiped the blood from the wound bit by bit, and then applied hemostatic powder after wiping it clean.

Throughout the whole process, he remained expressionless and didn't even make a sound, but he frowned, indicating that he was very unhappy at the moment.

Yun Jiao lowered her head and wrapped the gauze around her neck, her voice very soft:

"It was indeed his fault for the sword strike, but it was also caused by me. However, he was also seriously injured and did not gain any advantage. I apologize on his behalf. Please don't be angry, okay?"

"From now on, I won't run around anymore, and I won't think about leaving anymore, don't worry."

Ling Che looked at her coldly.

Even with a little thought, one can tell that what she said now was against her will. Thinking back to what she said when she was with Yang Wei just now, her bright smile...

Just thinking about it, his heart felt inexplicably depressed, tightly clenched, and very uncomfortable.

She had never smiled at him like that before.

She said that he had no friends and didn't know how to get along with others, but he also wanted friends... However, a person like him, forgotten and abandoned by God, should not have lived in this world, so how could he have friends?

Watching Yun Jiao and Yang Wei talking to each other, he seemed to understand what it felt like to be a "friend".

He slowly raised his hand and gently stroked her clean face, his voice a little hoarse, "Jiaojiao, smile."

He suddenly wanted to see.

Yun Jiao was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant, but did not dare to disobey him. She raised the corners of her mouth and forced a smile.

He frowned and said, "How ugly."

“…”

She was already depressed being with him, and was almost driven crazy by all kinds of inexplicable emotions from him. How could she smile beautifully?

He took his hand back, "I want to eat noodles."

"Then I'll go cook it." Yun Jiao quickly put away the medicine box, washed her hands, and was about to go out when Ling Che suddenly stopped her again:

"Jiao Jiao!"

"Hmm?" She turned around. "What's wrong?"

He sat there, holding a teacup in his uninjured hand, turning it carelessly in his hand, and said casually:

"You will cook noodles for me every day from now on and don't leave me, okay?"

He seemed to be bowing his head in submission, but his proud character would not allow it, so he uttered these words that seemed tough but were actually pleading.

In fact, he is like a child.

As long as you are nice to him and make friends with him sincerely, he will show his innocent side.

Yun Jiaochong smiled and said, "Okay, as long as you like it, I'll do as you like."

This smile, in the direction of the backlight, was like a flower blooming in the dark, beautiful and sunny, just like the trumpet creeper growing towards the sun. It was reflected in Ling Che's eyes, making his movements of playing with the teacup slightly stiff, and something deeply overflowed in his pupils...