When Rong Shang said these words, she didn't know whether she should tell him or not.
In fact, she had long suspected that the previous incident was orchestrated by the second concubine and her three sons.
What a coincidence!
He went to see Gong Ziqi that day to let him know that he had recovered, and was shot dead when he returned to the Yun family that afternoon.
It's obvious that Gong Ziqi must have secretly notified his family.
But is Gong Ziming's existence really that much of a threat to them?
If that's the case, then what about the previous car accident...?
"Yunxi, Yunxi?"
The man's voice in her ear pulled her back from her thoughts.
Rong Shang's eyes flashed, and she looked up to see him frowning at her. "What's wrong?"
"No," Rong Shang shook her head. "It's nothing."
real?
The man's gaze was somewhat deep as he looked at her.
He seemed to be observing, or deep in thought.
Rong Shang knew that he still had some doubts.
She turned her face away and looked at the sea in front of her.
As the sea breeze blew, she couldn't help but open her arms.
Her long hair flowed freely, and her long dress billowed in the wind.
Gong Ziming saw it when half of her fair and smooth calf was exposed.
There wasn't a single scratch on it.
He frowned.
Then look at himself; his arm is still wrapped in white gauze.
The earlier wounds now leave bullet holes, and it's unknown when the scars will disappear.
But she...
This has happened twice. If the first time was a hallucination, what about now?
The man withdrew his gaze, his thin lips pursed, his expression extremely serious.
She didn't know how long she had been standing there, but the seawater below kept crashing against her, splashing water onto the hem of her skirt.
Rong Shang lifted herself up slightly, stepped back, and prepared to go back.
"Let's go."
She turned around.
A faint, pleasant scent of bathwater wafted on the breeze.
Gong Ziming's eyelashes twitched.
He turned slightly to the side and suddenly called out to her.
"Yunxi, you also have self-healing abilities?"
If someone else said that, it would most likely be a joke.
But when Rong Shang turned around, she met his gaze.
They were so serious.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't immediately discern what he meant by those words or what his feelings were.
After a few seconds of eye contact, she grinned lazily and said, "What are you talking about?"
"What self-healing ability?"
The man didn't say much, only casually remarking, "Your gunshot wound is gone again."
Also, because it happened more than once.
The woman's smile faltered slightly. "Really?"
Rong Shang didn't even look at the screen when she answered.
Because she herself knew that it was indeed gone.
So she simply and openly admitted it.
“I also find it quite strange. When I was a child, I was injured and my mother saw that I was bleeding a lot. She turned around and went to get the first-aid kit, and my wounds had already healed.”
"..."
He didn't say anything.
The night was so beautiful.
He didn't even look at her, just stared at her with a serious expression.
Rong Shang couldn't help but laugh again, "Were you scared by me?"
"..."
She then said, "Zimo, do you think I might have been a monster in my past life?"
This time he finally reacted, and the first thing he said was, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
“You’re not a monster.” He turned his face away, his profile breathtakingly beautiful. “I was just joking with you.”
Yeah?
Rong Shang paused for a moment, "That's a fact."
After all, he had already seen it.
But when she admitted it, he didn't want to hear it.
"Alright, just tell me about this, don't worry about others."
Otherwise, if she said that, she would either be considered crazy or treated like a monster.
Rong Chang sighed.
He seemed to be frightened.
A conditioned reflex; unwilling to believe.
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