Master said that you can't dream when you are unconscious, so until his death, he was trying to find ways to overcome the coma caused by a serious illness, and did not want to be deprived of even the dream of seeing that person. Only now did Xia Qingluan understand what Master was talking about.
Really, but this made her feel at ease. In her dreams, there were always only silent fires and blood, withered faces and figures leaving indifferently.
When I woke up, it was dim outside the window. I didn't know whether it was dawn or dusk. The candle lights in the room had been extinguished, so I couldn't see clearly.
The wound on her neck felt hot and painful, and it was a little itchy. Xia Qingluan instinctively wanted to reach out and touch it, but she couldn't move. Someone in the mist held her hand tightly and refused to let go, and her palms were already covered with sweat.
Get wet.
"Don't move." A cold voice sounded in my ears.
The dry sweat towel gently wiped away the sweat on my forehead, and the breeze brought by the dark sleeves blew on my face, which was cold and comfortable.
As her consciousness gradually became clearer, she tried to withdraw her hand, but the other party had no intention of letting go, just like his usual stubborn and domineering nature. Even though the light was dim and her eyes were blurry, she still immediately guessed who was guarding the bed - except
Who could he be?
The man who hurt her and lied to her but refused to let her go.
I wanted to speak, but what came from my throat was a hoarse and dry voice. I couldn't move or speak, as if I was bound by an invisible net and was at the mercy of others. Suddenly, a few drops of cold water fell on my lips, making them feel cold.
It flowed into the mouth and was moistened to the bottom of the throat. The hot and dry feeling was instantly extinguished. Looking slightly sideways, it was him who was holding the teacup with his eyes fixed and expressionless.
Familiar room, familiar people, wanted to come back but didn't want to come back. Xia Qingluan's mind was in confusion. It took him a cup of tea to regain his consciousness, but he just watched quietly, motionless, numb, as if
The two of them should be in eternal silence together.
Wei Moyan raised her head slightly with one hand and held the tea cup close to her with the other hand. However, Xia Qingluan turned away and refused to take another sip. Her weak voice was still hoarse: "Where's Miss Yun?"
"have no idea."
Such an indifferent expression and answer again! Xia Qingluan struggled to get up and pushed his hand away. The tea cup fell to the ground and shattered. The stains splashed all over his body and hands, and it seemed that they could never be washed away.
The relationship between them is either deserted or intense. There is never a balance between them. Both he and she are used to this.
The dead silence spread like this and persisted until the light filtered through the window and the sky gradually became brighter. Wei Moyan stood up, carefully tucked away the quilt and feet that had been scattered in the small dispute, and then left silently.
From beginning to end, they only said three sentences.
Xia Qingluan sat back on the bed with an indifferent expression.
Everything should come to an end, promises can be forgotten, oaths can be faked, nothing in this world is true and eternal, and even if there were, she would never believe it again.
————————————————————————The streets that were bustling during the day were extremely deserted at this time, and even the busiest shopping streets only had empty stalls.
Cabinet, the staggering figure swayed and stumbled all the way.
The originally clean peach-pink flowing skirt was covered in mud, and the eyes on the soulless face were wandering, like a walking corpse that had lost three souls and seven souls.
Yun Yirong didn't know where to go. Throughout the afternoon and into the night, she walked aimlessly on an unknown road, and unknowingly entered Lanling City. In the morning, she walked into the city smugly.
I walked into a restaurant, but at night I lost everything and wandered here like a lonely ghost.
In her trance, she didn't notice the sneaky black figure behind her, and she still walked slowly and unsteadily, holding on to the wall. After making sure that there was no one around, the black figure sped up, and after a while, she walked behind Yun Yirong, and suddenly
He stretched out his arms to hug the delicate body tightly, covering his mouth and nose with his thick palms, dragging the panicked and struggling person to a sparsely populated place.
She only thought about Wei Moyan and never paid attention to the rumors. It wasn't until she was crushed by the burly body on the haystack that she suddenly remembered that the recent Lanling City was immersed in the panic caused by flower pickers.
My mind went blank for a moment.
When she remembered to call for help, her lips had been blocked by silk cloth. The man's heavy body pressed her down and she couldn't move at all. His hot palms went down along the collar to her waist, and easily untied the rouge knot. Yun Yi allowed this.
Only then did I begin to hate myself for being so weak. Two fists hitting my broad back were as ineffective as scratching an itch, allowing the other party to be frivolous and insulting.
The night was so deep that she couldn't see any hope, and the tears that had never dried up were covered with new marks. The tearing pain made her almost faint. She wanted to scream but couldn't, and her throat was so swollen and sore from the suffocation.
, however, the man who is excited will not feel any pity for this.
Pain, panic, humiliation, hatred, in just this brief moment before dawn, Yun Yirong experienced a life-long accumulation of dark feelings. All the terrible emotions were infinitely expanded and there was no end.
At dawn, the nightmare finally ended.
There were gradually sounds of footsteps and voices coming and going, someone carefully covered her with a robe, and someone said something in her ear, but nothing could enter her mind.
It's dawn, it's dawn, but there will never be dawn in her world again.
———————————————————— Xi Shaoyuan rarely comes to the door early in the morning, which makes Cheng Xiaobai extremely curious.
"What's the wind blowing today? I've never seen you appear so early."
"I have official business, so I just stopped by." Xi Shaoyuan smiled a little forcedly, his eyes falling on the fallen flowers in the courtyard.
"If I believed you, I wouldn't be your best friend." Cheng Xiaobai joked, "Tell me, what's going on?"
"Someone reported this morning that a girl was found at the end of the West Market...it's the prisoner again."
Cheng Xiaobai understood the meaning of Xi Shaoyuan's words, but he didn't understand. The flower-picking thieves had been going on for a while, and there were not just one or two girls who had been raped. Why was he so depressed today?
"Shaoyuan, can't she be the girl I know?" Cheng Xiaobai's voice suddenly rose, with a look of surprise on his face.
After all, paper cannot cover the fire, and sooner or later he will know. Xi Shaoyuan sighed slightly, and just as he was about to speak, Cheng Xiaobai had already held his chin and began to speculate on his own: "It must not be those girls in the shop, the other ones I know - Liang
The daughter of an adult family never goes out. Aunt Zhu’s daughter is very closely watched. Sisters from other families have not dared to show their faces recently... It can’t be Lian Shi, right?! No, Lian Shi is followed by a bunch of people to guard her when she goes out.
Yes, besides, how can any thief be able to withstand her whip? Besides..."
"It's Miss Yun."
The enthusiastic speculation came to an abrupt end.
The bright young man was stunned for a long time, then forced himself to laugh and said: "You are teasing me again. I only know one girl, Yun, and it cannot be hers."