After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

He always liked to wear clean white clothes, and the soft fabric rarely showed wrinkles.

Even if he was being hunted by someone, he would handle it very cleanly. At least Pu Ran had never seen a drop of blood on the white clothes woven by moonlight.

Just like the silver-white world created by the falling snowflakes, it cannot accommodate any other colors.

Cautious and meticulous, he always controls everything just right, like a long line dividing black and white, covering up the darkness that should not be revealed to others, and then he raises a perfect and refreshing smile, which is white, warm, and makes people feel at ease and comfortable.

In fact, jealousy and arrogance are somewhat similar. They are both people who care more about other people's feelings.

Just like the arrogance that hides the word "slave" is not because he is afraid of other people's gossip, but because he does not want those who rely on his faith to become panic-stricken, shaken, and jealous.

Jealousy feels that whether it is assassination or hatred, it is not that he cannot kill without restraint, but he has to block it and deal with it cleanly so that the people around him can be as worry-free as before.

Otherwise, like now, his white clothes were stained with blood, and the little sister who usually had a gentle expression on his face and would curl the corners of her lips from time to time, her face became darker and darker.

——It made her unhappy.

——She will have to worry about me.

Jealousy looked at the gloomy girl leaning against the door from afar, and her pale lips curled up into an apologetic arc: "I'm sorry."

He was still smiling, like the crystal beads wrapped in flower petals on a spring morning, beautiful and crystal, teetering on the edge of the petals, ready to scatter and break into pieces if he fell.

Puran crossed his arms, his voice was emotionless: "What did you promise me last night?"

"...I will protect myself"

"Is this how you protect it?"

"I was just picking herbs and got scratched by a branch on the roadside. It was an accident."

After saying that, Jealousy saw the girl on the other end curl her lips and smile. The arc was very small, not like the melted snow on the top of the mountain in the past, but more like the cold wind blowing in the night, which was chilling to the bone.

The girl glanced at him sideways, her eyebrows cold, and issued an order that could not be disobeyed: "Come here."

This was the first time Jealous had seen such a tough attitude. He felt inexplicably uneasy in his heart and subconsciously hid his injured arm behind his back.

The man lowered his eyes as if he was thinking and struggling, and his feet were nailed to the spot for a long time without moving.

Pu Ran's gaze grew even colder.

"I've been very busy these days and don't have time to watch over you all the time, so I asked you to protect yourself."

"I don't have any requirements for you on weekdays, but you have to understand that not having any requirements does not mean you can play around as you please."

"Who will rescue the person if things go wrong? Have you ever thought about this?"

I am your junior sister!

Although I promised Mr. Li that I would watch over you, please don't go too far. I am Xiao Shitou, not your mother.

Puran was already busy enough investigating the matter of the chains in the mansion, and now jealousy was adding to her workload.

Her aura was too strong, pressing forward step by step, making Jealousy purse his lips and lower his head, like a primary school student being scolded by his teacher.

"Let's go in and talk."

It turned out that Pu Ran had already walked up to Jealousy, took his hand and led him into the house.

The sudden warm touch in his palm made him look dazed, and he was like a lost lamb being led forward.

She is coming.

She took the initiative to walk towards me at this distance.

"Just this once. Next time you have to come to me."

Pu Ran was in no mood to argue with a poor injured guy, so his tone softened a little, not as cold and hard as before.

Jealousy carefully held her hand, followed her step by step, and asked tentatively: "Are you not angry anymore?"

"of course."

"Bam—"

The locked door was kicked open by Pu Ran, and the bang made Jealousy jump with fear.

Sure enough, I am still angry!!!

"Oh, I've been waiting for you here for a long time. I haven't seen you so I'm in a bad mood. Now I don't have the patience to wait for you to get the key to open the door. Don't be angry with me if the door is broken."

"No...it's okay."

If I dare to get angry, I'm afraid I'll be the next one to suffer.

Jealousy now turned into a quail that dared not even stretch its head out. It lowered its head and carefully sat down according to her instructions, like a prisoner on trial, not daring to act rashly.

"Don't be nervous, this is an open, transparent, non-violent conversation."

"Okay." Interrogator.

Pu Ran locked the man's thin wrist and rolled up his sleeves that were stained dark by blood. Without the covering, the horrific injuries underneath were revealed. The scratches on the skin of his forearm were so bloody that they almost penetrated into the bone.

Although he was a doctor, he did not treat the wound immediately.

"..."

She smiled, but it was not a smile, and she was very angry: "You have made it, Ji Jingshen."

He was called by his real name without any expectation, and the strange touch struck his soul directly. However, he was unable to grasp the tingling feeling now, because the situation before him suddenly deteriorated and he lost control of himself. He didn't know how the other party would deal with him.

He remained silent and showed no intention of treating his injuries.

The cut was deep and fierce, enough to show how deep the hatred the other party harbored.

"Why not bandage it?"

"..."

The other party didn't allow him to bandage the wound, and he didn't want to bandage it either.

"If the infection worsens, you won't just lose your arm, you'll lose your life. Shouldn't you know this better than me?"

"..."

He knows, of course he knows.

Those eyes that were as warm as a clear pond were now dull and lifeless, like glittering glass beads that had lost their luster. His face was pale, his jet-black hair stuck to his cheeks, and his breath was colder than the winter air.

Haggard, weak, and dying.

"Ji Jingshen... don't you want to live?"

The air was thick, blocked by an unknown object and unable to flow smoothly. Pu Ran half-covered his eyelashes and hesitated to speak.

The man's body suddenly froze, his cold lips opened and closed as he murmured, his throat hoarse and dull: "I..."

He didn't have the face to admit to the girl in front of him, "Yes, I don't want to live anymore."

He could only tremble with his thoughts and swallow all the words that shouldn't be said.

The drastic change in a man before and after he left the house was pu Ran's utmost confusion. She loosened the grip on the man's wrist a little.

"Come and talk?"

"..."

He refused silently.

"Then I'll bandage it for you."

"no need."

"..."

This time it was Puran who remained silent. She was in a bad mood, and her words were full of displeasure: "Ji Jingshen, don't make me angry again."