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Wenshan went to the room, closed the door and leaned directly against the door. Then she slowly lifted her sleeve up. Five centimeters from her wrist, she could see a dark, dark and wrinkled skin.

Wenshan suddenly put down her sleeve, then leaned against the door and gasped.

That's just the edge. The time she's most afraid of now is to see her arm, the arm full of disgusting burns.

In addition to the skin, there was the dark, dark color that she couldn't accept.

Wenshan held the shoulder of her right hand tightly in her left hand and breathed deeply with her eyes closed. Needless to say, the doctor knew that there was no way to remove the scar caused by this kind of fire.

Wenshan stood at the door for a while, then slowly went back to the bed. Then she lay down on the bed and covered her face with the quilt.

Like this, you can hide yourself, will not let anyone find her general self deception.

Wenshan took a long flight, and subconsciously refused to face all this, so she soon let herself sleep.

When Wenshan woke up again, the moonlight outside had already covered the sea, and the room was filled with moonlight, which made people almost confused whether it was in the world or in the air.

Wenshan sits up and stretches. A place with good air will make people feel better.

I wish I could live here all my life.

Wenshan thought of an extravagant hope, subconsciously avoided his arm, and then put on shoes out of bed, going out to find some food.

Considering that Bai Ying was asleep, Wen Shan went out with a light step and went downstairs carefully.

Just after Wenshan went downstairs, the door of the next room was opened slightly. A moment later, it was closed again.

Wenshan went downstairs and saw the plate on the dining table. She gave a yelp and looked back upstairs. She remembered that Mrs. Bai couldn't cook. At least she came to Nalan Chunbo to cook last time.

Wenshan felt her stomach and went to lift the plate on the table. "Did the villagers send it?" Wenshan said to herself, should it be for her?

Four dishes and one soup, all light taste, soup is millet porridge, cooked just right, the food is still warm, as if just ready for a short time.

Wenshan looks up at the time. It's already three o'clock. I don't know who's cooking in the middle of the night, but she's hungry now because she hasn't eaten all day.

Wenshan reaches for a pair of chopsticks and takes a deep breath. Her arm still hurts when she holds the chopsticks, so the chopsticks are shaking when she holds them.

But fortunately, today's dishes are very big, reducing the possibility of falling.

Wenshan put a piece of potato in her mouth, but she had a sudden pause.

Did she miss Nalan Chunbo so much?

It tastes like he's cooking for himself.

Wenshan shakes her head. She thinks too much. Nalan Chunbo respects her all the time recently. He really gives her time. How can she come here?

Wenshan thought, and she was relieved.

When the people upstairs eat with Wenshan, they go into the next room and close the window for her. Now it's better not to see the wind in her arms. Living with Wenshan for so long, he knows clearly that Wenshan often forgets to close the window or pull the curtain.

Everything is dealt with, Na LAN Chun Bo eyes fell on the table of drugs above, Mou Guang also followed deep a few minutes.