In the clean and hygienic bathroom, Su Nanjin filled the bathtub with water. He knew that Shen Zhiluo loved to be clean and would not let her leave dirty.
Looking at the wound where the blood had dried and condensed, Su Nanjin's heart throbbed and her hands couldn't stop shaking.
He took the scissors and carefully cut off the clothes on his chest. Especially when he saw that the clothes and the wound were stuck together, his movements were extremely gentle, and he comforted him: "Zhiluo, good boy, please be patient and wait a moment." It won’t hurt anymore.”
As he spoke, he blew gently. Looking at the extremely obvious incision, Su Nanjin's breath went cold, the air pressure around him suddenly dropped, and his dark pupils were full of viciousness.
Then he seemed to remember something and apologized quickly: "I'm sorry Zhiluo, I scared you. It's all my fault. Blame me, blame me!"
Slowly cut off her wedding dress, took off the clothes underneath, then put it into the bathtub, leaning her upper body against Su Nanjin, and carefully scrubbed her body.
His eyes were pure and free of any impurity, and every movement seemed to be serving the people he believed in, without any blasphemy.
He washed slowly and carefully, not allowing a trace of dirt on Shen Zhiluo's body, and then found the medical kit to treat the wound on his chest.
He chose a set of underwear and a simple dress for Shen Zhiluo to put on, carried her back to their wedding room, placed her gently on the bed, and murmured in a gentle voice: "Zhiluo, I'm going Change your clothes, otherwise you will think I'm dirty."
After that, he went to the bathroom, poured out the blood and water, cleaned up, changed his clothes and took a shower.
The cold water flowed down his head. Su Nanjin closed his eyes and raised his head to let the ice water pour down. His mind was filled with blood. He opened his eyes suddenly, clenched his fist and smashed it directly against the wall. Blood suddenly oozed from his joints.
As if he felt no pain, Su Nanjin continued to smash the wall with all his strength, about five or six times before stopping, with a sad voice: "Zhiluo! Zhiluo! Zhiluo..."
Like a person trapped in an abyss who keeps shouting for light, Su Nanjin could not suppress the pain in his heart, desperate and desolate.
After washing for almost half an hour and cleaning the bathroom, Su Nanjin put all the dirty suits and wedding dresses into a bag, and then contacted the wedding dress shop and asked him to send another one exactly the same.
Then he returned to the bedroom. Looking at Shen Zhiluo, who had his eyes closed and seemed to be sleeping, Su Nanjin walked over and lay beside her, propped himself up on his side, his eyes were deep but a little dazed.
He still remembered his first marriage. He was full of joy. He just wanted to end it quickly and accompany Shen Zhiluo. He was afraid that she would be scared alone. The difference was that now it was him who was scared.
"Zhiluo, I used to feel inferior because of my status as an illegitimate child, but your intrusion illuminated my life, making my world always bright and never dark." Su Nanjin touched her cheek with nostalgia, but felt the touch was cold. : "There is a huge gap between us. Even if we are tempted, we would not dare to take the first step, but you have been eliminating the gap between us until we truly face each other."
He chuckled softly: "I was just thinking about whose silly girl this is. There are so many young men with good families who look down on me, but they only like me, an illegitimate child who was born in a humble way. But I'm very glad that you stupidly Take a fancy to me, otherwise I will never experience this kind of life of treating others like treasure."
Su Nanjin was silent for a long time. He felt that maybe he was too happy, so God kept letting people hurt his treasure.
"Zhi Luo, do you think I'm useless? No one can protect me. My mother died for me, and you died because of me." Su Nanjin's eyes suddenly turned red, hating his own incompetence, and said softly: "Zhi Luo Luo, when you are cremated, can I go and accompany you? Can we use an urn so that we can always be together?"
On this day, Su Nanjin talked about a lot of things. He started talking about them since he could remember. There were embarrassing things in his childhood, sad things, and some interesting things, as well as what happened after meeting her, all without exception. Listen to her.
Until late at night, Su Nanjin was still talking, but he knew very well that this was all the result of holding on and straining his nerves. Everything that happened during the day had already overwhelmed his body, and he had not rested for a single second since.
But he couldn't bear to rest. He wanted to take a good look at Shen Zhiluo and imprint everything about her deeply in his heart.
Another wave of intense fatigue hit her. Su Nanjin pinched herself and wanted to wait a little longer, but she still couldn't resist the overwhelming sleepiness and fell asleep next to Shen Zhiluo.
"Nan Jin? Nan Jin?"
A pleasant and familiar voice came into his ears, and Su Nanjin paused suddenly. He couldn't possibly remember this voice wrongly. It was Zhiluo!
"Zhiluo! Where are you? Come out quickly!" Su Nanjin shouted, looking around blindly.
"Nan Jin, turn around."
A soft voice came from behind, and Su Nanjin turned around in surprise, looking at the familiar face in front of her, she was ecstatic: "Zhi Luo, I knew you were fine. Those are all dreams, right?"
As he spoke, he reached out excitedly to hold her, but missed. Su Nanjin looked at the hand that passed through Shen Zhiluo's body in disbelief, and noticed that the person in front of him was slightly transparent: "Zhiluo, tell me you It’s okay, I know you’re okay, don’t be naughty, I’ll be angry if you do this again!”
As if she had expected it, Shen Zhiluo looked at him gently with eyebrows and said nothing. She knew that he understood.
After a while, the emotional Sun Nanjin calmed down. He knew that the person he loved was no longer alive.
"Zhiluo, I missed you just after you left. I miss you so much..." Su Nanjin stretched out his hand, then carefully took it back as if he remembered something, softened his eyebrows, and said aggrievedly.
"I know." Shen Zhiluo frowned, "That's why I came to see you. Do you understand that you need to live well?"
"Zhiluo!" Su Nanjin interrupted quickly: "Zhiluo, I don't want to! I want to be with you!"
"Su Nanjin!" She suddenly turned serious and looked at him calmly without speaking.
Seeing this, Su Nanjin pursed her thin lips into a cold straight line. He was most afraid of Shen Zhiluo like this, but he didn't want to live alone.
"Zhiluo, how can you bear to let me live alone for the rest of my life? How can I bear this?" Su Nanjin clenched his fists. He had already made plans. After Shen Zhiluo died, he was also cremated. An urn that will never be separated.
"No, Nan Jin, can you let me be willful again? The last time." Shen Zhiluo softened his tone. Seeing that he still insisted, he said harsh words directly: "If you don't listen to me, you won't do it until you die." Want to see me!"
After saying that, he turned around and left.
"Zhiluo! Don't leave! I listen to you, don't leave!"
Su Nanjin panicked and wanted to chase her but found that she couldn't move at all and could only watch her leave helplessly.
This chapter has been completed!