"No sequelae left." An Cheng reached out and pressed his ribs, looking ahead without any focus.

"It's good if not."

"The Bible says that women are men's ribs. I broke my ribs and saved the only one... Grandma, would you say the only one that one of my ribs?"

His tone was a bit joking.

Jiang Weiwei was stunned. How could An Cheng, who had always been pure and weak, say such words?

If it were before, she would have been very palpitations when she heard such words, but now she was just surprised and surprised...

"I only know the Buddha of the Bible of the Eight Bibles."

Grandma stood up from the rattan chair and yawned. At this moment, her face, which had always been stern, looked at An Cheng very kindly, "I'm tired, go to bed first, you go to bed early."

"Okay, go slowly."

An Cheng then stood up and handed it to his grandma with a plate full of melon seeds, with respect on his face.

"You are more considerate than that dead girl." Grandma sighed at the melon seeds on the plate, and said quickly, "You said it would be great if you weren't blind, I won't be bothered by the dead girl."

“…”

Hearing this, An Cheng stood there and his face turned pale, his eyes were lowered, and his lips barely maintained a smile.

Grandma never knows how to look at people's faces. She leaves with a plate tremblingly, and while walking, she also mutters to herself, "You kid is good at everything, it's a pity, you are a blind man, you can't even take care of yourself...

”

“…”

An Cheng's eyes went in the direction of his grandma without any focus, and his gentle facial features lost all his charm.

Like a piece of white paper.

There are too many blank spaces left, only loneliness remains.

Seeing grandma go back to her room, Jiang Wei dared to take a step and walk into the house with yellow lights without deliberately making any light steps.

An Cheng opened his eyes in shock and turned his face to her direction, "One?"

"Um."

Jiang Wei responded lightly, and sat down on the retro Chinese rattan chair that grandma had just sat on, and the rattan chair made a "creaking" sound...

"You ran away again?" An Cheng frowned slightly.

"Give me my identity back." Jiang Wei looked up at An Cheng, with only this sentence.

“…”

An Cheng listened, his eyes drooped, his lips opened, but he didn't say anything.

That's how he is, and he has a long silence every time.

It makes people wonder what he really wants.

Jiang Yifu is a stubborn person. She did not urge him and fell into silence with him. She didn't speak, and even breathed silently...

The atmosphere was stalemate.

"You already love him so much that you don't care about anything?" An Cheng sat down slowly, his back slightly bent, his handsome face revealed a hint of haggardness, and a self-deprecating smile appeared in his glass-like eyes, "I think I hate it so much

You will not be instigated by the underworld, but I have ignored that there is an unstable and fatal factor for a woman at any time, which is love."

She fell in love with Xiang Yutian.

“…”

Jiang Wei looked at the empty door, and it was pitch black outside the door.

"If I had known that I would have ended like this, I would never have let you go."

The sarcastic smile on An Cheng's lips seemed to be saying that he was shooting himself in the foot.

"My identity..."

Jiang Yi is only obsessed with this. She is too tired. She wants to escape this task. Now she just wants to return to her previous life.

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Chapter completed!