Two weeks passed.

Jian Xi has become very thin, almost skin and bones.

However, he depends on me a lot.

As long as I accompany him and say a few words, he becomes as happy as a child.

"Jian Xi, you're such a good boy."

I touched his hair and suddenly noticed that it had grown quite long.

The bangs in front covered his eyes, and his once bright and clear eyes were now clouded with confusion.

I know it has nothing to do with my personal charm.

It's my methods, my abuse, that have caused him to develop Stockholm syndrome.

But one day, he will wake up and send me to prison.

Thinking of that day, I couldn't help but laugh.

"Jian Xi, I suddenly find myself looking forward to that day."

A nauseating stench of decay came from the bodies in the basement.

I had to take them all out and bury them in the front yard.

As I wielded the shovel, sweating profusely, Jian Xi watched me from the window.

"Jian Xi, what kind of flowers do you like? I'll plant them for you."

"No answer? If you don't answer, then I'll guess."

"Let's plant roses."

Roses, Qin Yue, he loved roses the most.

We didn't have any flower seedlings at home, so I had to go down the mountain to buy them.

Before leaving, I told Jian Xi that I would be gone for a while.

He grabbed my sleeve, his eyes filled with worry, as if he was afraid I would leave him alone here.

"I'll be back soon, don't worry."

"By the way, Jian Xi, you won't run away secretly, will you?"

I bent down, touched his chin, and asked sincerely.

Jian Xi didn't say anything.

He hasn't spoken for a long time.

"Be good and wait for me to come back."