1073 The knife made: cut on his arm _1

Shua shu

The tears in ning Qing's eyes slowly faded. She stood up mechanically and walked to the door. who's there?

The man outside the door hesitated for a moment. Hello, I'm Yingluo here to visit uncle ning and aunt ning.

Who are you? ning Qing asked hesitantly.

Is it Qingqing? Yan Sichen asked uncertainly as he tried to identify the voice.

Ning Qing was stunned for a moment, and her emotions fluctuated, which was rare.

I'm Yan Sichen.

Ning Qing opened the door. Outside the door, a man with a graceful figure was smiling. He was as gentle as Jade and had the image of a modest gentleman.

You're Zhenzhen, brother? ning Qing asked.

The man's smile deepened. it's me.

In the living room, the man was sitting upright on the sofa.

Ning Qing poured him a glass of warm water. I'm sorry, there's nothing else in the house.

Yan Sichen glanced at her. She was sitting not too far away from him, her eyes were light and she looked listless.

It's alright, you don't have to be so polite, he said.

The two of them were silent for a while. Ning Qing thought that he was probably the person her mother had been talking about. She took the initiative to ask, why did you come back so suddenly?

Yan Sichen held the glass of water in his hand. there's a medical project in the country that's at a critical stage, so my father asked me to come back and keep an eye on it to prevent any mistakes.

You're in charge of medicine? You're a doctor?

well, Yingluo can't be considered a doctor. She's just here to take a look, not a doctor.

Ning Qing lowered her eyes. what do you do?

Yan Sichen saw that she wasn't angry, but she looked so lifeless that it made him feel uncomfortable.

This is a trade secret. Are you sure you want to know? he said with a smile after some hesitation.

Ning Qing realized that she had asked a question she shouldn't have and shook her head.

Yan Sichen looked around and his eyes became complicated.

I've heard about the rustling.

Ning Qing's eyes dimmed, and she felt even more depressed.

I'm sorry, Qingqing, Yan Sichen said solemnly and solemnly.

Ning Qing lowered her head, making one's heart ache.

He followed the customs of the Chinese and said, I know you've been clingy to her since you were young. You must be very sad that she left. But the dead can not come back to life. I'm sorry for your loss.

After all, life still had to go on.

Ning Qing pursed her lips and did not reply.

Yan Sichen was a little helpless, especially when he saw the gray and white photo in the living room. He also felt that the world was unpredictable.

How could he have imagined that the young girl who had looked at him with such gentle eyes would die in a car accident and disappear from this world?

He felt a little depressed. He didn't want the atmosphere to be so gloomy, so he changed the topic.

Where's uncle ning and aunt ning? Why aren't you home?

Dad went to work. Mom said she had something to do, ning Qing said.

Yingluo, yes.

I'll give my mom a call.

Yan Sichen wanted to stop her, but she had already stood up and walked slowly into her room.

The man looked at her slightly dispirited back and frowned unconsciously.

Ning Qing entered the room and quickly changed. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

However, after a few struggles, she could not control her heartache.

Ever since ning SU's death, she was often in a daze and felt her own physiological heartache.

His heart really ached.

In order to restrain herself, she had no choice but to use other methods to alleviate the pain.

For example, he could cut his arm with a knife.

She rushed to the desk, opened the drawer, found a knife, opened her arm, and cut it without hesitation.

The moment her flesh was torn, she revealed a relieved expression and tears flowed down.

After that, she slid to the ground and covered her face, not daring to cry out loud.