Later, Panshu fell asleep more and more frequently, and for longer periods of time.
Lu Xiyu's expression gradually grew gloomier.
One day.
When Panshu opened her eyes, the room was pitch black. She couldn't tell whether it was day or night. The curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out all the light from outside.
She vaguely heard Lu Xiyu's voice, suppressing his anger, outside the door.
"I don't care what method you use, if Shushu doesn't show any signs of improvement, then you all have no need to live."
Banshu got up to draw the curtains.
The thick clouds were fading, and a bright white full moon was faintly blood-red.
The sky was covered with silver white, and fine snow flakes covered the world.
It's freezing cold.
Panshu's face was pale, but her expression was as calm as a god high above, overlooking the world.
In Panshu's opinion, this so-called special world has collapsed beyond recognition, but the system has not yet judged that she has violated the rules, and the world consciousness has not wiped her out, which means that her mission has not failed.
But Panshu didn't want to take the initiative to do anything.
When this body dies completely, she will leave this world.
Almost there.
Her body was withering away.
Outside the window, heavy snow was falling, and the ground was covered in white. The street lights looked even dimmer under the snow.
A tall figure was vaguely standing under the street light. Snow flakes like broken jade fell on him, soon revealing a thin outline. He was motionless, as if he didn't even feel the cold.
Pan Shu stared at it for a few seconds and then looked away.
At this moment, the person on the snow suddenly raised his head, revealing an extremely familiar face under the street light.
I think Jiang Chen's leg is completely healed.
The boy's eyes were red, and he met Pan Shu's gaze, which had not yet been withdrawn, with a wronged and forbearing look, and called out in a hoarse voice, "...Sister."
Pan Shu closed the curtains indifferently, as if the person in front of her was just a complete stranger.
The young man suddenly raised his hand and banged on the door of the villa like crazy, "Lu Xiyu, give me back my sister... Sister, I am Jiang Chen. Don't you want Jiang Chen anymore?"
He is so pitiful and cowardly.
The hoarse voice was like a piece of cloth being torn apart, and every word crushed the boy's straight back.
In this heavy snow, the boy was trembling all over.
I couldn't tell whether it was the cold or the extreme despair.
He thought, if only his sister could let him see her, talk to her, or do something for her, then... Jiang Chen would be very grateful.
As expected, the old man of the Jiang family still wanted to bring him back to the Jiang family to train as the heir.
But the Jiang family did not abandon Jiang Zhao.
Perhaps he wanted these two blood-related brothers to fight each other to the death, and the winner would be worthy of the title of heir to the Jiang family.
But no one knows.
The only one who can make Jiang Zhao and Jiang Chen fight to the death is Pan Shu.
They don't want the so-called Jiang family, the so-called wealth, power and prosperity.
Heavy snow was raging, and the biting cold wind blew across the young man's thin and weak body. It seemed as if a thousand-pound weight was piled on his shoulders, causing the young man's body to gradually bend over in pain, and a bloody taste came out of his mouth. Jiang Chen frowned in pain, and the sound of banging on the door became smaller and smaller.
"elder sister……"
"Take a look at Jiang Chen, sister..."
He murmured.
The door was suddenly opened from the inside, and in an instant, a howling cold wind swept the broken snow into the warm villa.
The lights in the villa were bright, sparks flickered in the fireplace, and Lu Xiyu glanced down at the boy with a condescending gaze. The boy lay sprawled in the snow, his back soaked with blood, seeping through his thin shirt.
He was only wearing a shirt.
The young man slowly stretched out his hand, his slender fingers with distinct joints tightly grasped Lu Xiyu's trouser legs, his finger bones turning white. He breathed rapidly, "Please... let me see my sister..."
A seventeen-year-old boy is at his most proud.
The back is always straight.
Even when the old drunkard humiliated and beat him, he never bent at all.
When he was very young, Lu Chen would beg for mercy from the old drunkard in order to avoid a beating, but soon after, he would just remain silent, silently facing all the malice and suffering that the world gave him.
But now, he crushed all his pride, just to see his sister again.
He didn't want to ask her anymore why she didn't keep her promise and why she didn't want him anymore.
Jiang Chen was the only one who remembered the promise.
It doesn't matter.
He just wanted to see her again.
It is so simple, yet it is the most difficult thing in the world.
Lu Xiyu sneered, "You're really a wild dog that can't be shaken off. She doesn't want to see you, so how long are you going to keep pestering her? Go back and be a good heir to the Jiang family, otherwise my gun will have no eyes."
"Lu Xiyu..." Jiang Chen's face was pale, and he clenched his teeth to utter each word. "I'll give you the project in the east part of the city, and you let me see her."
Lu Xiyu finally piqued some interest. He raised his eyebrows in interest and asked, "Do you know what the price of saying this is?"
The Jiang family has been preparing for the land project in the east of the city for five years, and has placed almost all their hopes on that project. If Jiang Chen leaks the information, the Jiang family will not only suffer heavy losses, but may even face the risk of bankruptcy.
By then, the old man of the Jiang family will not let Jiang Chen go.
It was hard for Lu Xiyu to imagine any other outcome for Jiang Chen except death.
Maybe there is another one——
Tortured to death.
Lu Xiyu had no idea how this young man, lying on the snow, covered in blood and looking like a dead man, had managed to get past his watch and get in. He also had no idea what kind of determination he had to die to say such words.
"I won't protect you." Lu Xiyu said.
Jiang Chen nodded with difficulty, "Just once, just let me see my sister."
Lu Xiyu chuckled softly, his voice filled with an indescribable coldness. He half-knelt down and grabbed the boy's chestnut-brown hair tightly. "That's a really attractive offer, but... what gives you the right to see her? You greedy bastard."
He released his hand and stood up, "Butler, send him away."
"etc."
Hearing Panshu's gentle voice behind him, Lu Xiyu frowned. He turned around and saw Panshu wearing a cotton and linen nightgown, with thick, fluffy hair draped over her shoulders, and no expression on her face.
"Why did you come down?" Lu Xiyu strode forward, "Are you feeling unwell?"
A light suddenly appeared in the boy's dead eyes.
He moved his lips with difficulty, "Sister..."
Pan Shu shook her head first, signaling Lu Xiyu to let her go, and slowly walked to the boy, "Please tell Jiang Zhao to let him live well."
She was so generous that she was willing to come and see him.
It was just to let him tell Jiang Zhao to live well.
Jiang Chen twitched his lips in self-mockery.
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