His actions were unprecedentedly rude.
He pulled her along and strode forward. Gong Ning looked up at his face, his thin lips pressed tightly together, and his expression was frighteningly cold.
He's angry.
Gong Ning's face was already pale, and as Yan Jingzhou half-dragged and half-pulled her forward, the pale color on her face faded completely in just a few breaths. She was clearly in terrible pain, but she subconsciously didn't say anything when she saw Yan Jingzhou like this.
It's understandable that he's angry, and his anger doesn't need to always give in to her physical condition.
It's unfair to him.
The servants in Xingzhan Garden were all frightened by this scene, and Aunt Rong was so anxious that her face changed drastically. She hurriedly chased after them.
"Sir, sir, what are you doing? Let's talk this out..."
Yan Jingzhou's face was grim, and the raging storm in his eyes made Aunt Rong instinctively shut her mouth. She opened her mouth, glanced worriedly at the swaying Gong Ning, and bowed respectfully, "Sir, Miss looks very unwell..."
"Aunt Rong, you go back with everyone first. Ah Zhou and I have something to talk about. It's okay!" Gong Ning interrupted her, and the weakness in her voice made the man's deep pupils shrink sharply.
Yan Jingzhou's fingers, hanging on his other side, curled slightly. He then bent down, picked her up, and walked towards the three-story villa behind the garden.
Aunt Rong breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave with the other servants.
The three-story villa has a Nordic architectural style. When she had nothing to do, she visited almost every part of Xingzhan Garden. Except for this villa, which Yan Jingzhou set up with double passwords, she never entered.
The sound of the door unlocking made Gong Ning lift her head from his embrace and subconsciously look around. What she saw there completely stunned her.
She even forgot when the man put her down.
This is the first floor. There is no furniture or decorations, nor any extra walls. It is spacious and empty, yet it is also exceptionally vibrant.
The walls around the room were almost entirely covered with all sorts of paintings: oil paintings, ink paintings, sketches, and even cartoon-style paintings.
The exquisitely framed paintings were so lifelike that they left her speechless and mesmerized.
Without exception, she was the main character in every single painting.
On the beach at night, the distant lighthouse glows faintly, yet it never disappears. She sits on the sand, her mouth agape, crying, tears streaming down her face, a seashell in her hand. Through this painting, she seems to see everything that happened on the beach that night.
That must have been two years ago, when she went blind, he took her to the beach.
I accidentally fell and landed on a seashell with my tailbone. I cried out in pain and angrily threw the seashell far away.
She cried so hard back then, and then...
Later, Yan Jingzhou said he would tell her a story, and it took a long time to coax her to stop sobbing.
Thinking this, I shifted my gaze and saw her fast asleep on her back.
He told his story so well that he accidentally fell asleep on her back.
She never knew that during that period when she couldn't see anything, she had such a lively and vibrant side.
Each painting is arranged in chronological order, and looking at them one by one, it seems that her dark and gloomy life suddenly turned into color two years later.
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