The Story of Ling and Heng (630)

The man's eyes were unfocused, but this house was not big, and there were not many things inside. There were not many obstacles, and the bed was quite close to this place. He must have felt his way here.

The moment the door opened, Feng Ling froze.

It was Li Nanheng.

However, his face was as white as paper. There was a bit of blood on one side of his face, and there was also blood on his forehead. The cotton clothes on his body should have just been changed. They were so clean that there was not a trace of blood. He had lost a lot of weight, and there was also an obvious stubble around his chin. Although his eyes were open, they were as calm as a lake of stagnant water, unmoving.

"Ah, why did you get off the bed!" Carrie exclaimed softly and rushed to help him up.

However, the man in the door only placed one hand on the door and opened his unfocused eyes. When Carrie approached, he raised his hand and held her hand.