Yi Zheng suddenly felt a disgusting feeling of rape.
It seems like...he's the one doing the dirty work.
So, he gave up. He gave up completely. He helped her get dressed very gently, held her in his arms, bit her ear affectionately, and called her in a low voice: "Fleeing time, fleeting time..."
He called again and again. His voice was the only one in the entire advanced ward. It was lonely and hesitant. Like a bird without legs and unable to settle, it could only hover in the air without landing.
"The fleeting time. The fleeting year..."
He turned over. He propped himself up and stared at her beautiful but lifeless face, with a low smile. She was extraordinarily beautiful and dark. He said: "Let's... die together."
Love has come to an end. We can't be together at all. So, let's die together.
If we can't live together, then we will die together.
Yi Zheng's love has always been extreme and paranoid. If he can't get it, he will be destroyed. If he can't love him, he will be killed. He is very stubborn.
Coming to such an ending, there was a sense of relief.
So, Yi Zheng took out the fruit knife from the bedside table and played with it in his hand. The knife was cold and heavy. It seemed that he could easily end the lives of the two of them.
"Fleeing time. Are you afraid of pain?"
he asked her.
But she didn't feel anything at all. She was even more indifferent than Buddha. Except for eating, drinking, and defecating, this woman was no different from a sculpture.
He seemed to understand sadly that she could not answer him, so he gave the answer himself: "The fleeting time is not afraid of pain. However, Yi Zheng is not afraid either. So death is not terrible at all. The most terrible thing is that we die We still can't be together. But it doesn't matter. I have written a will and asked them to bury us together. I believe they will definitely agree."
He stated nonchalantly. His voice was clean and clear. After knowing the ending, Yi Zheng was particularly calm and generous. There was no trace of despair or unwillingness.
"Hmm. I know you don't want to suffer, so I'll die first. I'll kill you before you die. Well, I'm fine, right? I'm still thinking about you at this time."
Yi Zheng said as he lay on his side. He took a relatively sharp fruit knife and slashed his left wrist one by one. The blood flowed rapidly along with the blade. The black-red blood flowed extremely quickly.
However, from the beginning to the end, he did not frown. It seemed that he had suddenly reached the other side of happiness. But the originally silent and beautiful face suddenly became pale and fragile, as if his soul had been drained out. It was crystal clear and beautiful. It was on the verge of death. Beautiful. Even more thrilling.
"It's your turn. It's not very painful. It's just that your strength has become much weaker."
He faintly told the feeling of death. He reached out and touched Liu Nian's face. His hands were covered with blood. His face was stained immediately. He wanted to wipe it, but the more he wiped it, the dirtier it became. Until the end. Half of her face was covered with his blood. The scarlet blood smelled of loneliness and rust.
"I really want to become stupid. I can't do such simple things anymore. How will I take care of you in the future? But soon. Soon we can go together."
As he said this, his hand finally grabbed her wrist. Their fingers were intertwined and stained with blood.
He smiled, grabbed her slender white wrist, took the knife, and cut it gently but hard.
Time suddenly slowed down. After Yi Zheng finished doing this, he lost all his strength.