Chapter 937： Reach out to hug (77) (1/2)

Shen Jing's face was pale, even if the surrounding red tents lined his face, he still looked haggard, without the slightest prestige of the past.

That noble Demon Venerable, the Demon Venerable enough to watch everyone, had already died ten days ago.

What's left now is just an empty shell.

Shen Jing's fingers spread out slowly, and some of the fine sand and gravel in his hand slid down the edge of his palm, and some of it stuck with the dried blood, passed through the skin of the palm, and imprinted in the center of the palm.

Just like this, Shen Jing turned his face to look at the blood-stained red sand on the bed, and was lost in confusion.

Why did he wake up, why did he still live.

It seemed that someone had told him something, he had forgotten what it was, he only knew that he was going to wake up.

Seeing his appearance, the maid next to him whispered and said: ”My lord, the maidservant knows that you miss the little princess, but...but you have to raise your body before you can bring the little princess back. , The little princess must be able to understand you.”

These words reached Shen Jing's ears and became extremely subtle.

With a little helplessness in his eyes, he wanted to open the corners of his lips and smile, and found that such small movements were extremely difficult.

Can she understand herself?

No way.

She should have remembered everything now, hating herself for fear that it would be too late.

Shen Jing felt that this was the worst. She would never talk to him in this life, nor would she want to see him, would no longer snuggle in his arms, call him sweetly father, nor would she use those clear eyes to see him. The bottom eyes looked at him with expectation and joy.

Shen Jing closed his eyes, his lips moved slightly: ”Go out.”

His voice is not as good as before, because he has not spoken for a long time and has become hoarse.

The maids didn't dare to stay any longer, and backed out one after another.