Then a wave of dizziness hit, and Sheng Yanxuan fell to one knee on the ground, holding on to the stone table with a pale face to barely stabilize his shaky body.
He slowly propped up half of his body and stretched out his right hand to touch his left arm. The moment he touched it, a sharp sting spread throughout his body, but he ignored it and just stood up with difficulty with his lips pursed.
A heartbreaking pain was transmitted to him from the wound, and bright red blood seeped out along his fingers, gathered in the palm of his hand, and then flowed along his arm to the ground, which was shocking.
Sheng Yanxuan gritted his teeth, his forehead dripping with cold water.
"Ahem..." The patient's violent cough sounded in the silent courtyard, and a fishy sweetness spread in his mouth.
He raised his hand to wipe away the blood that overflowed from his lips, his face looking sickly pale.
Sheng Yanxuan looked at the surging dark clouds and thunder in the sky, as well as the winding lightning, with incomprehensible eyes.
A mouthful of blood sprayed on the ground, splashing into dots of scarlet, which looked particularly strange in the dark night.
The rain fell harder and harder, and the gloom in the sky seemed to swallow up the entire world.
"Boom!" A bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the yard, the blood stains on the ground, and the arrogant and tall figure.
"Bang!" Sheng Yanxuan's body fell down again, splashing a large amount of dust, but this time he could no longer hold up and lay straight on the ground.
The blood from the corner of his mouth kept pouring out, sliding down the corner of his mouth to his chest.
Sheng Yanxuan closed his eyes and murmured: "Qingxue, I'm sorry."
The rain hit my face, and there were puddles of water in my eye sockets.
His will gradually dissipated, and the last thing he saw before he passed out was the closed door.
A smile appeared on his lips, and then he fell into darkness.
A loud rumbling sound caused Chu Qingxue, who was immersed in sleep, to suddenly open her eyes.
Chu Qingxue woke up from her nightmare, her whole body soaked in sweat. She gasped and her brain stagnated for a moment before she recalled the nightmare she had just had.
She dreamed that Sheng Yanxuan fell to the ground, covered in blood, his face was ashen, and his body was stiff, as if something was holding his fate in his throat. He wanted to scream but could not speak, so he could only struggle in vain. He used all his strength to hold her hand.
, want to ask for help.
Chu Qingxue was frightened and struggled hard, but the more she struggled, the shackles on her body became tighter and tighter, causing her pain. The feeling of suffocation made her despair.
Just when she wanted to give up, a sudden thunder struck her mind.
"Ah!" Chu Qingxue suddenly shouted as she recalled the scene in her dream, jumped up from the couch, and stared at the roof in horror, her eyes blank.
She was panting heavily, and there was still fear in her eyes that had not faded away.
After Chu Qingxue regained consciousness, she found that her whole body was exhausted and weak, and her whole body was sore and unbearable.
She lowered her head and looked at her hands, which were not stained with blood. She felt like she was surviving a disaster.
Chu Qingxue's eyes instantly became moist. She lifted the quilt and got out of bed and walked to the table. She picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip of tea to calm down her excitement.
She held the hot tea cup with her hand to help her body warm up.
Chu Qingxue looked at the pale and haggard person in the mirror, sighed softly, and narrowed her eyes slightly, hinting at everything.
She told herself over and over again that this was a dream and that she must be hallucinating because she was too tired.
Suddenly there was another burst of thunder and lightning. Chu Qingxue was so frightened by the thunder that she screamed and spilled all the water in the cup.
She turned her head and looked at the window, only to realize that it was raining heavily outside, and the strong wind was making the windows and doors clank.
Chu Qingxue's heart was pounding, and there was a chill in her heart.
She has been afraid of thunder since she was a child, and now the whole house is shrouded in darkness with thunder and lightning, which makes Chu Qingxue even more panicked.
My hands couldn't help but tremble, and the teacup in my hand was almost broken.
Sheng Yanxuan's face in the dream flashed in her mind, and she couldn't help but look at the window.
It was raining so heavily outside. Sheng Yanxuan should have left long ago. How could he be in the rain?
She shook her head, throwing those thoughts out of her mind.
But she was still uneasy, so she approached the wooden door step by step with a worried heart.
When she opened the door, the strong wind outside rushed into the room like a beast, making Chu Qingxue, who was wearing thin clothes, couldn't help but tighten her shoulders and tremble.
He raised his head and looked at the courtyard, and found a man lying in the middle of the courtyard. His body was covered in mud, his clothes were messy, and his hair was soaked by the rain and stuck to his face. He looked extremely miserable.
Chu Qingxue was so shocked by this scene that she forgot to move for a moment and stared at him in disbelief.
Is this really Sheng Yanxuan?
How did he become like this?
Chu Qingxue rushed into the rain curtain regardless of her own safety. The heavy rain made Chu Qingxue's thin clothes quickly soaked through, and she was chilled to the bone.
She walked into Sheng Yanxuan and saw that the blood on the corner of his mouth was almost diluted by the rain, and his whole person looked lifeless.
His face was pale, and the wound where he was beaten yesterday was now soaked by the rain, with thick, bright red blood flowing out.
Chu Qingxue squatted beside him, stretched out her hand and patted his face gently.
Unfortunately, he still had his eyes closed and showed no reaction.
She tried to put her ear to his lips to listen to his breathing, but because of the sound of the rain, she could no longer hear his breathing clearly.
"Sheng Yanxuan... wake up, please don't scare me, okay? Wake up!" Her voice was filled with the pouring rain, but unfortunately Sheng Yanxuan still didn't respond.
Chu Qingxue's voice trembled and she swallowed harder. Tears flowed down her cheeks, hitting Sheng Yanxuan's face.
She touched Sheng Yanxuan's cold face with trembling fingers, trying to warm his cold and biting skin, but found that the temperature was even worse.
"Someone is coming! Someone is coming!" Chu Qingxue shouted heartily, hoping that someone would come.
The voice was hoarse, almost broken.
Her crying voice sounded particularly sad in the deep silence of the night. Chu Qingxue lay on Sheng Yanxuan's chest and sobbed and cried.
Accompanied by thunder and lightning, the house was in chaos, and the maids and wives hurried in.
When they saw Sheng Yanxuan lying on the ground, they were all dumbfounded. It took them a while to react, and they ran over to check on Sheng Yanxuan.
Seeing that someone had finally arrived, Chu Qingxue smiled sadly. At this time, her hair was all stuck to her face, and her face was as pale as paper.
"Hurry! Call the doctor!" Chu Qingxue screamed, her voice already hoarse. At this moment, she looked like a lunatic who had lost her mind.
The mother-in-law hurriedly ran to call for a doctor. The servants quickly helped Sheng Yanxuan and Chu Qingxue into the room. Chu Qingxue never took her eyes away from Sheng Yanxuan.
"Young Madam, please come with us to change clothes first. You're going to catch a cold later." The maid saw that Chu Qingxue was all wet. Now that the weather is cold, she was worried that Young Madam's body wouldn't be able to hold on.
But Chu Qingxue held Sheng Yanxuan's hand tightly, her eyes were red and tears fell.
Her hands were bitingly cold, holding Sheng Yanxuan's hand as if it were a thousand pounds. The maid looked at Chu Qingxue crying in grief, and her heart ached.