Yan Huan

It has been more than seven days since Yan Huan woke up. During this period, except for the two little maidservants who took care of him every day, he never saw anyone here. The fear and contempt he expressed were so contradictory that he couldn't ignore them. They seemed to be very afraid of the original owner of his body, but they were also very disgusted...

As the wounds on his body are getting better day by day, although he is anxious all day long, he has to live here quietly. The two little girls don't talk much, and he doesn't ask too many questions because of his anxiety and scruples. What is the relationship between the owner of the body and the owner of the house, and I don't know what kind of temperament the original owner of the body is, but people are definitely different, and it is only a matter of time before they are suspected. , until he understands the situation, it is better for him not to act rashly for the time being.

Although it is someone else's body, except that the legs can walk, this body is almost the same as Yan Huan's in the original world, which makes Yan Huan feel somewhat comforted, after all, no one wants to bear it Live with someone else's face.

If you don't ask why you came to this world, you probably won't be able to go back. Fortunately, there are older brothers and younger brothers at home, so parents won't be too sad.God also treated him preferentially. He took back his life and gave him a healthy body. Then he will live well. As for the things and people in the dungeon before, he will calculate it himself one day. Those children can’t If you die in vain, you cannot suffer your own sins in vain.

A few days passed in a blink of an eye, and red lanterns symbolizing wishful thinking began to be hung everywhere in the villa, which added a bit of popularity to the usually lonely villa. Yan Huan knew that the end of the New Year had come.

The wounds on his body were completely healed, and there was not even a single scar left. At first, he was worried that the severe injury would leave scars, which would damage his delicate body in vain. Now that he is back to normal, it is not in vain for him to take the maid's hand every day. The decoction delivered was meticulously finished.

With a heavy snowfall coming, the new year is finally here, Yan Huan looked at the two little girls who served him meals, his young face was filled with a slightly joyful smile, and his slightly tired heart could not help but be infected Jump vigorously.

Before, I heard them whispering about the New Year's Eve, the villa would set off fireworks to celebrate, and they could get the money to keep the year. Immediately, Yan Huan sent the two little girls out to watch the fun, and ate silently in this quiet room. with dinner.

Regardless of the hustle and bustle outside the house and the solitude inside, he only feels that no one is bothering him and he is at ease. Now that he is occupying someone else's body and other absurd things, he only wishes that everyone would forget about him.

However, that night, Yan Huan fetched water by himself. After taking a bath, he was lying on the bed and was about to rest. Suddenly, he felt a biting cold rushing out of his body. In an instant, his whole body seemed to be soaked in water and then fell into an ice cellar. He was so cold that his whole body ached. I can't bear it, I can't wait to cut my own flesh and blood open.

Curled up with his already stiff body, Yan Huan felt that his eyelashes were about to freeze, and the things in front of him became more and more blurred. He panted and opened his bloodless mouth, but his throat seemed to be frozen as well. Usually, except for the slight whimpering, it is completely impossible to call out for help.

What's wrong with him... Isn't his body already healed... Why is he so cold...

The sound of fireworks exploding in the air seemed to be heard across thousands of mountains and rivers. Yan Huan lay on the edge of the bed, trying to reach the direction of the sound with trembling hands... Help me... It's so cold...

After a long time, the burning candle was finally blown out by the cold wind that came in through the cracks of the never-closed windows. Yan Huan, who was slowly sinking into the darkness, dropped his hand and still fell on the side of the bed, unwillingly pulling out a swipe. Smile, you can't escape after all...