"Find the island for me." He whispered with his back to the man behind him.

Live to see a man, death to see a corpse -

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in the Pacific Ocean, the last ray of sunshine is swallowed by the sea water.

For a time, the whole island's light and shadow are dim down, gradually, bright neon blooms in the castle like villa, it is a new night.

Xia jingnian came out of the laboratory, handed him the servant, took the plate and went to Gong Heng's room.

Gong Heng hasn't come back yet. The room is quiet. He enters his bedroom and opens the door of the compartment in his bedroom.

The room was surrounded by walls, and there was no light or shadow. Only when he opened the room, a light leaked from the door, illuminating a small part of the room.

It was quiet, only with the sound of his footsteps, there was gradually a slight sound of iron chain knocking in the house.

The figure lying on the bed slowly sat up, watching him put the plate on the bed and looked up at him a little confused.

Her face was very pale.

Wearing a wide men's T-shirt, gongheng, lapel to the right shoulder skew, most of the clavicle and shoulder are exposed outside. Hair dishevelled in her body, more and more set off her slender and petite.

She seemed to have been sleeping too long, and the whole person was a bit at a loss. After a long time, she called out to him: "jingnian..."

"Well. It's dinner. " Xia jingnian went to turn on the light with his fingerprint and handed her the chopsticks.

Half a month, she seems to be more thin, no contact with the sun's skin, pale without a bit of blood.

She looked down at the chopsticks Xia jingnian handed her. For a moment, she seemed to be a little confused about what it was. After a long time, she slowly shook her head and said in some pain: "jingnian, I can't eat..."

He was indifferent: "ah Heng will come back later. If you don't eat, are you sure you have the strength to deal with him at night?"

She slowly hugged her legs and shivered at his words.

"You let me out, jingnian. I can't stay here. I'm dying..."

He reached out his hand and gently stroked her untidy hair. His gentle touch made her seem to have an illusion of tolerance. Tang Qing raised his head and looked at him, but he heard him say in a soft and indifferent voice: "aren't you going to give birth to the baby? You're dead. What about your child? You should live well for your children. " His fingers gently encircle her chin, drooping his eyes at her tearful eyes, I still feel pity for the appearance, because of the kiss and too ruddy lips, and her no blemish pale delicate skin, under the light showed a kind of inhuman temptation.

She sat there sobbing, but she was not as green and tender as she had been. Gong Heng spent half a month urging her to be very attractive, as if the ripe fruit was full of temptation.

Maybe she is very resistant, but the change of her body can't deceive people. She has been locked in the dark for a long time, and only two of them can be seen. Maybe one day, she will be looking forward to them coming to find her.

Human spirit is so fragile, but so strong, in order to survive, can adapt to endless adversity.

Sooner or later, she will be inseparable from them.