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Liang Zixing shook his head vigilantly. If he knew, he wouldn't be so confused.

The woman in the hospital bed moved, and then she wrung her eyebrows in pain.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Her voice is weak and light.

Liang Zixing shook his head. "Aunt, can you tell me where this is?"

He just needs to know where this is? You can find a way to go back. Even if you can't go back, you can send a signal.

The pale little face of the woman on the bed is very small, as if it was only as big as a slap. Except those eyes are bright and look like people. Otherwise, she's like a white faced ghost.

She squeezed out a smile, but it was particularly difficult because her body hurt too much. Her skin is festering. She really doesn't want to live and die.

But the man didn't let her die and kept her in this pain.

"Little fellow, untie the rope tied to me and I'll tell you where it is?"

She wants to be free, free to decide whether she is dead or alive.

Liang Zixing looked at her, all wrapped in gauze, a bit like a mummy, he thought. She's the only one here anyway, and she doesn't look bad.

He felt that another factor that he believed in her was that she was like Xiaoqing, with special eyes.

Liang Zixing took a look in the room and found a pair of medical scissors. He went to get them and cut the rope tied to her hands and feet.

When the woman was free, she finally showed a smile.

"My name is Xiaoying. You can call me aunt Xiaoying."

She sat up hard, and Liang Zixing saw the blood on her body. The heroic sword eyebrow twisted. He thought she must hurt very much.

"My name is Xiao Xing."

Hearing the little guy's name, Xiaoying nodded her head. She put her legs on the ground and put on her slippers.

As soon as she got up, she lost her balance and fell to the ground. The blood wet the white gauze. Liang Zixing hurried over and wanted to help her up.

Xiaoying raised her hand and refused, "don't touch me. You'll dirty your hands and clothes."

Look at him. He is wearing a small white shirt and a pair of camel trousers. Showing his handsome and beautiful appearance, she could see that his mother loved him very much.

When I think of myself, I have no parents since childhood. She never wore nice clothes. On the only happy day, her eyes suddenly darkened.

Liang Zixing stretched out his small hand. "I'm not afraid to dirty my clothes. My mommy said that when others need help, we should learn to stretch out our own hand."

When Xiaoying heard his words, her eyes trembled slightly. She looked at his little meat hands and hooked the corners of her mouth.

If she had children, she would teach them well. Like this little guy, it makes people feel warm.

But I'm afraid she won't have her own children in her life. She can't stand the pain. She's going to leave the cold world.

She reached out and touched Liang Zixing's little hand, "thank you!"

She stood up very hard and looked at the door that needed face recognition. She knew she couldn't get out. Then she turned her eyes to the scissors that Liang Zixing had just used.

When Liang Zixing saw the scissors, he quickly walked over and held it in his hand.

"Aunt Xiaoying, scissors can't play."

Liang Zixing seems to realize what she wants to do? He hid the scissors behind his back.

Just then, the door opened and long Qianmo came in.

"Xiaoying, how can you get out of bed?"