She put her hand on his hand and slowly retracted it.
The injury suffered by Chongmen was of course serious, and as soon as she looked at the pulse, she knew that she didn't need to re-diagnose the pulse at all just now, and she just wanted to quietly remove the red clothes and purple clothes.
The lamp pouring out of the room staggered over her face, and the girl's face, in the dim light, gave birth to a strange color.
She stared closely at the mask on his face, her hands resting on her knees, and trembled a little.
Stretched out, it stopped in mid-air.
During this time, she had doubted this matter countless times in her heart, and the name Shen Changan kept appearing in her world, and she had also heard it from Mei Shisan's mouth.
It's like a man who has been dead for ten years, and suddenly he is remembered again.
It appeared in her life like this, like a gust of wind, like a mystery, she wanted to catch this gust of wind, and she wanted to solve this mystery.
The lights were dim, and Chongmen Jue slept very peacefully, and it seemed that this time he was really bruised in his eyes, and he also felt tired.
It may be a good thing to take advantage of this injury and get a good night's sleep.
The wind blew in through the unclosed window, and the white robe that hung down from the couch was gently tossed by the wind and dragged across the edge of the blue-brown bed.
It has a very beautiful curvature.
She looked down at the man's half-silhouette on the outside, which was coldly sharp and sharp, with countless frosts and ice, with the coldness of the cold city.
This person, no matter what, made her feel a chill in her heart.
However, there was a voice in her heart that kept reminding her: "Unmask him, unmask him!"
” She snapped and reached out to his face.
The golden mask seemed to grow on his face, and it was not easy for her to untie it, and the turnbuckle behind the mask was very strange.
It was as if Shigemon had expected someone to unmask him.
The mask on his face has to be so guarded, how many secrets is hidden by this man.
If it is an ordinary person, it should be difficult to open this rotary buckle, which is a more delicate and subtle thing in the mechanism technique, and if you want to unlock it, you must need someone to be proficient in the mechanism technique.
A mask is so troublesome, this man is really careful step by step.
Chongmen Huan didn't waste a lot of effort to open the rotary buckle, listening to the click of the button being opened, Chongmen Huan's heart also followed the sound, and suddenly sank a little.
Inexplicably, her hand stopped there, and she didn't dare to step forward.
The panic in my heart came strangely.
People are sometimes like this, the closer they get to the reality they guess, the more they dare not step forward, for fear that the answer they get next is not what they think in their hearts.
The candlelight jumped and slowly hit the golden mask on the man's face, refracting countless mottled light and shadows, and the man's thin lips pursed, revealing a thin coolness.
She had never been so nervous, and her outstretched hand trembled a little in mid-air.
When her hand touched the cold metal of the mask, her heart went cold, and her heart rose to her throat, and she prayed countless times in her heart.
If there is still Shen Changan in the world, then it will be a must-have!