Leng junao was relieved unconsciously.


    "You were chased. Fortunately, when I arrived, I saved you. Otherwise... "


    He replied, with a deep remorse between his eyebrows, "I''m sorry, Xi''er, it''s all my fault. If I really lose you, I really don''t know what to do next..."


    His voice was deep and hoarse, and he looked haggard.


    When Zhao Wanxi looked at it, she only felt that a tight chord had been pulled. He was not as high spirited as usual. Taking care of her made him a little haggard.


    It''s a bit of a failure.


    She reached out and touched his locked brow, trying to smooth the fold patiently. "No, I don''t blame you."


    When her eyes moved down a little, they fell into his deep eyebrows and eyes, and her eyes were full of joy. Then she seemed to be aware of something and drew back her hand like an electric shock.


    Zhao Wanxi flurried to say: "do not blame you, blame those assassins."


    This is to find a pretext, to the next of their own words. But in time, suddenly touched her memory, assassin?


    By the way, who wants to kill her so much? But she was not allowed to die immediately. Why? What''s the mystery?


    "Have you found out who sent those assassins?"


    Zhao Wanxi asked what she thought.


    Leng Jun Ao scooped out the medicine. When they talked, the medicine had cooled down. As he fed her the medicine, he said, "it''s clear, it''s my enemy."


    "They wanted to upset me, so they thought of killing you. It''s all my fault. It''s your fault. "


    His tone sank, and his gentle eyebrows grew sharper and sharper.


    It seems that recalling the bad memory of the enemy, he looks a little terrible.


    Zhao Wanxi obediently drank the medicine. Seeing that he was going to blame himself again, she could only persuade him: "it''s OK. It''s not your fault. It''s them."


    Although Leng junao explained, it seems that there is still a place in her heart that is not transparent.


    Looking down at his beautiful eyebrows and eyes, every place is like a magic work, which is worth looking at several times. The gentle look didn''t change because of her gaze. He looked It''s not like I''m lying.


    Zhao Wanxi: "who is going to be so cruel?"


    Just a bowl of medicine has been seen at the end, Leng junao handed the empty medicine bowl to his maid, picked up the handkerchief and wiped the soup accidentally spilled between his fingers. "It''s an old enemy."


    He raised his eyes to see Zhao Wanxi''s dignified look.


    Because in the illness, her small face is still pale, lining her pupil is particularly deep, especially black, especially bright.


    Leng Jun Ao smiles, "Xi''er, don''t worry. I won''t be hurt by them. This time, believe me, it was just an accident. "


    He always refused to tell the origin of his old enemy, which made Zhao Wanxi more confused.


    But without waiting for her to think deeply, Leng junao put a big palm on her back and put a hand on her shoulder


    "If you think about it, it will only hurt your mind, and it''s not good for your health."


    He gently supported her to lie down, covered the quilt for her, tucked in the corner, "you ah, just need to take good care of the wound, the rest, just give it to me."


    Zhao Wanxi looks at Leng junao''s handsome and tender face, and her heart feels at ease.