you are a star

Qiao Nan sneered, "No matter how high-sounding your words are, it still can't change the darkness in your heart."

"Little Qiangwei, no one is born in darkness. Some people have no choice." He used to yearn for the light.

But Shen Zhao didn't give him such a chance.

He is a killing machine cultivated by Shen Zhao. Shen Zhao is a natural trainer, who will eat away people's conscience little by little, and finally become a monster that is insensitive, cold-blooded, and abandons humanity.

He once touched warmth, thinking it was salvation, but in the end it was taken away by Liang Feicheng.

What he longs for, what he likes, what is the only thing, will be taken away by others, and if he is taken away, he will take it back.

"No choice?" Qiao Nan repeated his words in a murmur, mockingly, "If you hadn't regarded me as your pawn, if you hadn't killed Liang Feicheng, I would still respect and care about you as before, It's not that you have no choice, you ruined it all yourself!"

"It's not the same. What I want is the only one. You gave Liang Feicheng, and what you gave me was just the end. That's not enough for me."

"So admit it, it's not that you have no choice at all, but your possessive desire is at work!"

Shen Juan didn't refute anything, he laughed in a low voice, as if following her temperament, "Whatever you say is what you say."

Qiao Nan didn't know if it was because of her anger, she felt a little dizzy, intermittently, not continuously, but it made her feel very uncomfortable.

Shen Juan put the bowl back on the dinner plate, hugged her and let her lie on the pillow, looked down at her, and said, "Just sleep here, you are not allowed to go anywhere."

Qiao Nan realized in horror that she was sleepy again, and the drowsiness swept over her. She couldn't hold back at all, her eyelids were trembling, and the deep voice seemed to come from far away——

"You don't wake up too long every time, little Qiangwei, I'll wait for the day when you are obedient, and then I will take you to see Qiangwei."

When Qiao Nan woke up again, it was evening, because the orange sunset light came in from the window.

She heard a slight rustling sound, and as soon as she turned her head, she saw Shen Jun sitting on the bed leaning against the head of the bed, holding a picture book and pen in his hand, and when she looked over, he also turned his head.

"Are you awake?" There seemed to be a little joy in his voice.

Qiao Nan didn't answer him, and closed his eyes heavily again.

Since she couldn't move her body, she at least had the strength to close her eyes, and she could choose to ignore the existence of this person.

She had a dream just now, in which she was a child, and there was a man in the dream.

In fact, this is not the first time she has dreamed about it. She clearly remembers that she also dreamed about it once when she was in Yanjing City. That time she dreamed that she was called a man's uncle, and the man seemed very angry.

Ever since she woke up in this castle, she would dream of that man every time she slept. Even if she didn't see the man's face, she could be sure that she was dreaming of the same man.

Because that man has a pair of very beautiful hands with distinct joints, which are not inferior to Liang Feicheng's at all.

But this time, her dream seemed to be clearer, so real that she could hardly distinguish between reality and dream.

The man called her Little Qiangwei, and his voice was very gentle, a kind of gentleness she had never heard before.

He held her hand, held her in his arms, and kissed her cheek. She didn't find it annoying when he did all this, but liked it very much and was very happy, because she heard herself laughing in her dream.

However, when she called him uncle, he sighed and rubbed her soft shoulder-length hair, "Little Qiangwei, I'm Dad."

All dreams are like a layer of fog floating, but when the man finished speaking, the fog seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind, and everything in front of him became clear and clear.

She looked up at the man who was holding her. It was a pair of beautiful black eyes. She only saw one pair of eyes clearly, and finally woke up from the dream.

Is that man really her father?
Is he... Shen Zhao?
After an unknown period of time, she felt a little movement on the mattress, as if someone moved, and a shadow fell in front of her, and her body tensed up instinctively.

Shen Juan lowered his head and stared at her slightly trembling eyelashes, silently pursed his lips.

After a while, however, Qiao Nan heard the sound of the door opening and closing.

She slowly opened her eyes, and Shen Jun was no longer there.

And where he was sitting just now, there were albums and pens.

It was a sketch, but she looked at the contents in shock.

It's her sleeping face.

...Yes, Shen Jun drew it.

She remembered that last autumn, she accidentally knocked over Shen Jun's album on the table, and the album fell to the floor, and she opened it, and the picture showed her reading a book while sitting on a swing.

At that time, she didn't think much about it at all, but Shen Juan's answer to her was, "I happened to see you there, and I just drew a picture."

"Mr. Shen's paintings are so good, people who don't know will think you are a painter." She said appreciatively, but she was embarrassed to turn other pages, which can be regarded as his privacy.

It was Shen Jun who helped her turn the previous page. She found out that they passed by a seaside city on a cruise ship. It was sunset that day, and the city was as beautiful as a fairyland under the afterglow.

She still remembers being so shocked.

Although sketching can't draw colorful colors, the outline of each stroke is a testament to its skill.

She asked curiously: "Mr. Shen, have you ever learned to draw?"

Shen Juan closed the drawing book, smiled and shook his head, "Draw casually."

That is never learned.

She jokingly sighed: "Another painter who has been delayed."

Shen Juan smiled deeply, "Maybe."

Looking at the picture book, Qiao Nan was lost in memories, and didn't notice that the door opened and someone came in from outside. By the time she realized it, Shen Jun had already walked to the bedside.

He took the picture album on the bed, closed it, and put it on the bedside table.

Qiao Nan looked away calmly, and said hoarsely, "I'm looking for Jinse."

Shen Juan glanced at the plate in his hand, "I'll feed you."

"I need to go to the bathroom." She was awakened by suffocation, but before Shen Jun was there, she couldn't speak.

Shen Juan frowned slightly, just when Qiao Nan thought he would be so perverted that he wanted to take her to the bathroom, he turned and went out, and Jinse came after a while.

It's not like he's perverted to that extent.

But after Jinse took her to the bathroom, Shen Juan fed her herself.

Qiao Nan was forced to lean against his chest again, she knew she could not annoy Shen Jun anymore, because she really wanted to know who the man in the dream said was her father and called her Little Qiangwei.

So, she pretended to resist at first, and then cooperated with the meal. Halfway through the meal, Shen Juan said with a deep smile, "You're so good, what's the matter?"

Qiao Nan answered him angrily: "He who understands current affairs is a hero."

Shen Juan seemed to be in a good mood when she said this, "If you behave well, I will give you a gift, a gift that you will definitely like very much."