He always felt that he had overlooked something, and he looked at more than a dozen portraits over and over again, frowning and thinking.
Wu Jia, who was lost in thought at the moment, didn't hear the door outside Youzhi Garden, which he had opened a crack, being pushed open a little further by a pair of hands...
Wu Jia looked back and forth at a dozen portraits, and suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind.
He understood.
The person in the second-to-last portrait has facial features similar to the person in the last portrait.
The facial features and body figures of the dozen or so portraits before them all resemble the person in the last portrait in some ways.
If, if the last portrait is of Xie Ping’s deceased husband, Xie Youzhi.
Then why did she marry more than a dozen young servants?
At this moment, Wu Jia had a guess in his mind.
She was piecing things together, that's right, Xie Ping was piecing things together, using a dozen little servants, trying to piece together a Xie Youzhi.
Yes, aren’t his eyes very similar to Xie Youzhi’s?
Also, the madman's lips are almost exactly the same as Xie Youzhi's.
Therefore, Xie Ping accepted them because of Xie Youzhi. She never really loved him, but just because he had a pair of eyes similar to Xie Youzhi's.
No wonder, no wonder Xie Ping had that kind of emotion and that kind of look when she touched and kissed his eyes.
Thinking of this, he didn't know whether he should feel Xie Ping's deep affection for Xie Youzhi, or feel sad for himself and the other dozen or so young servants.
It turns out that they are all stand-ins for Xie Youzhi.
Wu Jia couldn't help but think of the book about stand-ins that he had read recently, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
Such a thing actually happened to him.
Wu Jia stopped looking at the painting and looked around the bedroom again. This time he discovered why there was such a cold feeling in the bedroom.
Because there was ice in the bedroom, lots and lots of ice, and it was steaming cold.
Why add ice?
Wu Jia couldn't understand.
He continued to walk deeper into the bedroom, but Wu Jia didn't know that not far behind him, in the dark night, a person was walking towards him, and a pair of eyes were watching his every move.
Finally, Wu Jia walked to the depths of the bedroom.
He saw a bed.
There seemed to be a person lying on the bed, motionless.
Why is there someone lying on the bed in Youzhiyuan's bedroom?
"Hello?" Wu Jia said softly, but received no response.
He found that this man was motionless. The closer he got to him, the colder he felt than when he was close to the ice, as if he was automatically emitting cold air.
What is going on?
Thinking that he had come this far, Wu Jia finally summoned up the last bit of courage and, with trembling hands, lifted the bed curtain on one side.
When he saw clearly the person lying on the bed, his pupils suddenly constricted and the blood in his body seemed to solidify at this moment.
He froze in place, not moving at all.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to move, but his body’s reaction can’t keep up with his thinking.
How could it be, unexpectedly, unexpectedly it was him, but he was not, not...
"Have you finished reading it?" At this time, a cold voice, as if a poisonous snake was spitting out its tongue, sounded behind Wu Jia.
Wu Jia's heart beat violently for a moment, and then seemed to stop.
He didn't dare turn around, he just felt a terrible chill on his back.
The person was still standing behind him. With a magical move, she touched Wu Jia's eyes from behind, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "Does it look good?"
Wu Jia wanted to speak, but for some reason, his vocal cords seemed to be broken and he suddenly lost his voice.
Then, the hands that were caressing his eyes slowly moved down and immediately grabbed his neck...
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