The blood was bright red and piercing to the eyes.
"Little fox" Yan Chen's heart tightened and his face turned pale, as if he was the one who spit out the blood.
He held her fingertips and trembled slightly: "What are you doing?"
Why was he vomiting blood?
Could it be the sequelae of his palm?
He was busy feeling her pulse.
After a moment, he clenched his fingers tightly and felt the urge to stab himself.
It is indeed the sequelae of his palm.
Judging from her pulse symptoms, his palm almost cut off her heart pulse.
Or it could be said that it had been cut off, but was forcibly reconnected.
The heart pulse that was forcibly connected in this way is naturally fragile, and there is a risk of it being severed again after even a few injuries.
It would take at least half a year of rest for such an injury to be completely fine.
But she was so weak and drank so much wine.
Just looking for death Strangely, although he was angry and struck out, he did not actually kill her because she looked too much like a little fox.
He clearly controlled his strength, how could he hurt her so badly?
By the way, she said at that time that she had been tortured for nearly a month before escaping.
Maybe she was already very weak at that time, which is why she was so seriously injured.
Yan Chen felt ashamed, regretful and painful.
He couldn't help but raise his arms and hug her tightly.
His voice was hoarse: "Little fox, I'm sorry."
Lan Waihu's face was so pale that it was almost transparent.
She opened her eyes slightly after spitting out the blood.
After breathing for a moment, his eyes turned to Yan Chen's face, and he squinted at him for a moment: "Who are you?"
Yan Chen: "" He took a deep breath, and introduced himself helplessly, just like she did when she didn't recognize him after drinking the fragment.
"I'm Yan Chen."
"Yan Chen" Lan Waihu murmured, his tone was calm, as if he was heartless and thoughtless: "Which Yan Chen" Yan Chen: "" He looked into her glass-clear eyes: "Your husband Yan Chen" Lan Waihu tilted his head, pursed his lips slightly, and said in a confused voice: "My husband, he doesn't want me anymore."
Yan Chen choked and held her hand: "Little fox, I never didn't want you.
I just recognized the wrong person.
It's you I always wanted."
"I admitted the wrong person."
Lan Waihu still murmured, not knowing whether he was awake or confused: "But how could he admit the mistake?
He is my husband who has been with me for more than two hundred years.
He often said that he would recognize me even if he skinned me.
My bones, but I obviously haven’t changed, but he doesn’t recognize me anymore, and even beat me because he doesn’t want me anymore.”
She seemed to be in a nightmare, muttering to herself.
Yan Chen was heartbroken and hugged her: "He is a bastard little fox, I'm sorry."
"I didn't like to do that thing originally, but he liked it and I obeyed him.
I knew he was a little unhappy because of this.
I also tried my best to overcome this psychological barrier and almost succeeded.
But I have a baby, I have a baby It can't be done.
I didn't mean to shirk it.
He slept in a separate room with me and because of this he became cold to me and didn't pay attention to me.
I'm very sad."
Yan Chen closed his eyes slightly and said hoarsely: "Little fox, I'm not angry with you, and I don't want to be cold to you.
I'm just afraid that I can't control myself and make you annoying, so I try to stay away from you first to avoid myself.
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There is something wrong, I didn’t expect you to misunderstand.”
Lan Waihu still closed his eyes, as if he was still in a nightmare::