Nan Yifan felt a stinging pain in her heart when she was looking at her eyes.

He didn't think so!

How could he not feel sorry for his own children, those who are disabled, and those who are disabled, and those who are disabled, and he does not want to avenge them!?

But--

The opponent is Rong Xiu!

If these things are their reasoning, then he can still try it.

But the truth is that most of the blame is attributed to themselves!

If Yiyi hadn't thought of competing with Shangguan Yue for Rong Xiu at that time.

If Yu Xing hadn't provoked the other party several times in the God-killing Tomb.

If they notice something is wrong, they will stop immediately and stay away from Rong Xiu and others...

Things will never be as chaotic as it is today!

But now, it's too late to say anything.

The air in the room seemed to be frozen.

Nan Yiyi turned her head away and closed her eyes in despair.

Obviously, she was no longer willing to continue talking to Nan Yifan.

This resistant attitude made Nan Yifan feel very uncomfortable.

He originally wanted to come and comfort her, but he didn't expect that in the end... he parted in an unhappy way.

He knew that nothing would be useful to say anything at this time. After looking at Nan Yiyi for a while, he stood up.

He pulled the quilt and wanted to help Nan Yiyi cover it, but Nan Yiyi took the quilt away.

The movements are straightforward and full of resistance.

Nan Yifan's hand was hung awkwardly in the air.

He glanced at Nan Yiyi, sighed in his heart, and curled his fingers.

"I will tell someone to send another bowl of soup. If you don't like these servants, please change them. Don't do this again in the future."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

When he reached the door, Nan Yifan stopped slightly.

He put one hand on the door, and did not look back, just said:

"I know you don't take Yun Tianque seriously, but Rong Xiu is indeed a person who cannot be provoked. Some things... you will understand in the future."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and left.

After a while, Nan Yiyi opened her eyes.

The room was silent, almost panicking.

She looked back at the door and frowned tightly.

She had never seen her father be so afraid of anyone.

Is there any secret hidden in Rong Xiu?

But isn't he the Holy Son of Yun Tianque...

Nan Yiyi was silent for a long time, and a trace of struggle flashed in her eyes, and finally she took out a blue jade whistle from her arms.

She put the jade whistle on her lips and blew it hard!

An extremely subtle and sharp sound rang out! But it disappeared in a very rapid manner!

Almost no one heard it except herself.

Even Nan Yifan, who had just left, didn't notice it.

Nan Yifan put away the jade whistle, folded his hands in front of him, closed his eyes, as if waiting for something.

About a quarter of an hour later, someone came to deliver medicine.

Twist.

"Miss II, your medicine is ready, small one--"

"I'll do it."

A low man's voice sounded, interrupting the servant's words, and taking the medicine directly over.

The servant was nervous and immediately felt happy when he saw the visitor.

"I've seen Elder Luo Yan! Then this medicine-"

"I will urge Yiyi to drink it, you can go down first."

"Hey! Yes! Yes!"

Luo Yan has a high status, so the servant naturally dared not disobey what he said.

He didn't want to come at first, but who didn't know that most of the people who came to serve the second lady recently had something wrong?

Now that someone helps, it's naturally better.

After the servant gave his salute, he hurriedly left.

Luo Yan pushed the door and entered.

Seeing him coming, a deep expression of grievance suddenly appeared on Nan Yiyi's face, and tears fell again.

Luo Yan felt very distressed when he saw her like this.

"Yiyi, why are you still so haggard? Is this medicine not effective?"

Because he was worried that it would cause everyone to suspect her physical condition, he only came here to see Nan Yiyi once during the period of his return.

This is the second time.

I thought Nan Yiyi's health should have improved a lot, but I didn't expect that after so long, there seemed to be no improvement.

Nan Yiyi shook her head.

Luo Yan frowned even more, and walked over and looked at Nan Yiyi carefully.

In fact, Nan Yiyi's injuries suffered in the God-killing Tomb are not fatal.

Logically speaking, as long as you come back and adjust it carefully, you can recover.

But it took so long...

Luo Yan looked at her eyes that were red and swollen from crying, and immediately understood something.

Maybe... it's still hard to cure heart disease.

Nan Yiyi used to be very lively, but now she can’t speak anymore, so it’s normal that she can’t let go for a long time.

He sent the medicine.

"No matter what, taking care of your body is the most important thing."

Nan Yiyi nodded obediently and took the medicine and drank it.

The decoction is bitter, but her heart is even bitter.

Luo Yan felt even more distressed when he looked at her well-behaved and silent appearance.

"Yiyi, do you want me to come here, do you have anything to say, or... "

The jade whistle was specially left to Nan Yiyi. As long as Nan Yiyi sounded, he could immediately sense it, but others could not hear it.

This month after I came back, this was the first time that Nan Yiyi blew the whistle.

Nan Yiyi nodded, took out the paper and pen, wrote down a few lines, and then handed it to Luo Yan.

Luo Yan took the paper carefully, then looked at it carefully, then showed a look of surprise, frowned and looked at Nan Yiyi.

"Yiyi, you are - no, I can't agree!"

As he said that, Luo Yan stood up and planned to leave.

"You must keep it here and you can't go anywhere during this period!"

Nan Yiyi grabbed his sleeve, let out a whimper in her throat, her eyes full of begging.

Luo Yan paused.

He looked back and looked into Nan Yiyi's eyes full of tears.

In the past, she often asked him for help.

Whenever he sees these eyes that are very similar to her mother, he always feels soft-hearted.

Even if she made mistakes occasionally, as long as she showed such a look, he would be reluctant to blame him.

But this time...
To be continued...