The meal was unusually quiet.
The main reason is that Mr. Shen gives people the feeling that his aura is too cold. In front of him, even someone as strong as the eldest brother seems to be suppressed, and everyone will spontaneously give up the desire to speak.
Si Jiu was concentrating on eating the whole time.
I don’t know what happened. I had met Mr. Shen several times when I was a teenager. At that time, I could still talk to him with a smile. But as I grew up, every time I saw him, Sijiu would feel inexplicably nervous.
Maybe Mr. Shen also saw this, and they met less and less frequently afterwards.
If I count carefully, the last time I saw Mr. Shen was two months ago, and that was just a brief encounter.
She was so focused on eating that she didn't even notice the several eyes focused on her.
After dinner, Chen Huai said goodbye.
He had difficulty walking and did not bring anyone with him. Originally, Cheng Yuan wanted to send him out, but at the last minute Si Jiu suddenly plucked up the courage, saying that he had something to say, and took over the task of pushing Mr. Chen out.
She didn't notice the complicated and somewhat gloomy looks from the men behind her when she pushed Chen Huai out.
Chen Huai's car was parked outside the main building, and it would only take a few minutes to get there.
Si Jiu had a lot of preparations in mind, but before he could muster up the courage, he saw Mr. Shen's driver open the car door for him.
She was a little discouraged, not knowing why she always had trouble speaking when facing Mr. Shen.
"Then, take care, Mr. Shen."
"I'm a little full after dinner. Xiaojiu, can you push me to take a walk in the garden?"
"Why?"
Sijiu's eyes lit up, "Okay, okay."
She turned around and pushed the wheelchair towards the garden. Perhaps she was too happy, and her whole body was a little excited. She pushed a little too fast and not very steadily.
Chen Huai curled the corners of his lips but remained silent.
After a while, they arrived in the garden.
In fact, the nights in this season are already a bit cold. I didn’t notice it when I was in the house just now. Now after being blown by the wind for a while, Si Jiu finally realized it.
She looked down and saw Mr. Shen's palm resting on the armrest of the wheelchair. It was also a cold white hue, with slender fingers and perfect finger joints. But she didn't know if it was because of the cold, but the fingertips were slightly curled up, making people want to hold it and warm it up...
ヽ(???)?!……
What is she thinking? ! ! !
Sijiu felt his face heating up in the cold wind.
"A little wine."
"Ah! Ah, ah?"
Chen Huai turned the wheelchair around so that he was facing Si Jiu and looked up at her.
Si Jiu didn't like looking down at Chen Huai from this perspective, so he quickly squatted down, "Huh?"
She's really a bit silly.
Chen Huai looked at the face in front of him that was already engraved in his soul. Only he knew how much self-control he had used to not reach out and hold her in his arms.
He didn't know what had happened to her that she had lost all her memory.
But he could speculate that this was definitely related to his last invasion of her world.
He somewhat regretted that he had been too eager and reckless, fearing that he had implicated her and caused her to suffer.
And this world is really weird.
This time he was not chasing Xiaojiu, but was forcibly pulled here. Then the sound of a mechanical tablet rang in his mind.
[Who Killed the Mockingbird copy has been opened. Guess, are you a knight or a murderer?
Or maybe you'll end up singing a dirge for your beloved, the beautiful and kind robin.
Look, she fell in a pool of blood, the sharp sword cut her throat, and the scarlet blood soaked her white wings.
The scene he saw next was so terrifying that it made Chen Huai's heart break.
He saw his little Jiu, wearing a gorgeous bright red dress, sitting in a black high-backed chair, her eyes closed, her face pale, her fingers hanging at her sides covered with beads of blood that had meandered down from her arms and wrists, dripping, dripping onto the marble floor.
No……
It was not a bright red dress, but a pure white dress that was soaked in blood and stained red.
At that moment, Chen Huai's heartbeat almost stopped.
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