We are used to the darkness, and we seem to have forgotten the taste of light. Without light, we will always be trapped in darkness, unable to see anything.
Since then, Chu Qiao has neither made any noise nor made a fuss. Most of the time, she would sit quietly on the bed, or just fall asleep faintly without uttering a single glance. If there wasn't such a person sitting there,
.The two guards will feel that such a woman does not exist in the entire room.
There are two men looking at her, but the person taking care of her daily life is a woman.
Every time when they need to change clothes, feed, wipe themselves, etc., the two men will consciously go out. Listening to the voice, Chu Qiao judged that the woman taking care of him must be about forty or fifty years old, because the voice was a bit deep and did not sound young.
She was as crisp as a woman. But strangely, her throat seemed too hoarse, and it sounded so piercing to the heart.
"Open your mouth..."
"Raise your hand..."
Apart from these simple words, she seemed to be unwilling to take the initiative to speak. Chu Qiao originally wanted to ask her some questions, but no matter how she made insinuations, all she got was a lengthy silence and no response at all.
This time, as usual, after helping Chu Qiao change clothes and wipe her body, the woman said in a low voice: "Okay."
Chu Qiao spoke softly and showed a shallow smile to her: "Thank you, thank you for always taking care of me." She couldn't see her direction, but she could feel her warm and dry hands. Her feeling gave her
She is like her mother, very caring and comfortable, although she may not be able to say a few words to herself.
Chu Qiao could feel that after she said these words, the woman's hand stiffened for a moment.
"I don't want you to help me let go of my hands. Can you please stop covering my eyes? Just for a moment. I don't want to face the darkness all the time. I beg you. I know you are a good person..." The feeling this woman gave her
, is the only person who can help her now.
There was no answer, but this time, the cloth from the eyes was lifted.
The sudden light shot into Chu Qiao's eyes without any warning. The intense glare made it impossible for her to open her eyes wide all at once. She could only open them slowly, little by little, to adapt to the light entering her eyes.
a feeling of.
After a while, Chu Qiao began to adapt.
First, she saw the face of the woman in front of her clearly, but the moment she saw it clearly again, she couldn't help but screamed in fright: "Ah..." The woman in front of her was about forty or fifty years old, but she had this terrifying face.
A ferocious face.
Her face seemed to have been scalded or burned, because the skin on her face was red, white, and mottled and ugly. The white was the base color of the skin, and the red was like the shadow of a wound that had scabbed off. It was no exaggeration to say that it looked like...
Like a living ghost.
Chu Qiao saw the twinkle in her eyes and immediately said: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have such a reaction." No wonder her voice was hoarse and weird. It turned out that her throat might have been damaged by the smoke.
.
The woman shook her head: "It doesn't matter."
Chu Qiao took the opportunity to turn her head and look around. When she was blindfolded at first, she had no concept of space. But now it seems that the room she stayed in was about twenty or thirty square meters, with a bed and a sofa.
There is also a table. On the table are scattered wine bottles, cigarettes, playing cards, and instant noodle bowls. Looking back, there is a small window in this room.
"You... thank you..." Chu Qiao rolled her eyes. Maybe she felt compassion and was willing to help herself.
"The people above want to abort the child in your belly." The woman said calmly.
"you say……"
Chu Qiao wanted to ask, but the door started to be knocked: "Okay, are you ready? Let me change my clothes, why are you so tired!"
"Wait a moment, it will be fine!" the woman shouted, and as she spoke, she covered her eyes with white cloth without any explanation, and darkness descended again. And that sentence was more like a fishbone stuck in it.
Chu Qiao's heart became very painful whenever she thought about it.
Chu Qiao heard the sound of the door opening, but her hands were still unable to move.
Abort the child? Her child... why? She already has nothing, why do these people want to abort her child? No, no, she must find a way, she must find a way to escape from this room first
room, and her hands and feet must be untied before she could have a chance to escape.
correct!
If Meng Yanchen couldn't find her, would he be worried about her? He tried his best to squeeze out a wry smile, but was she delusional again? He said it was over, he said he didn't believe her at all. Then how could he worry?
What about yourself?
Now, she is alone, and she must not let anything happen to her child...
————Wedding dress shop.
Xu Anran stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself happily in the mirror. The snow-white wedding dress was as thin as a cicada's wings, and the tutu skirt seemed to be tailor-made for her. Her long hair was spread down, and her eyebrows were full of expression.
Smiles and bubbles of happiness expanded little by little in my heart.
The wedding day is the most beautiful moment in a woman's life.
And the person she got married to was the person she had always loved... She had never felt happier than she did now.
She turned around and looked at Meng Yanchen, who was wearing a straight suit. However, his eyes were always staring at the pad screen, and his eyes never stayed on her body. Her heart was stabbed, but she still smiled
, walked in front of Meng Yanchen.
"Yanchen, do you think this wedding dress looks good on me?"
Meng Yanchen then raised his eyes, glanced at Xu Anran, and said lightly: "Okay, if you like it, just settle it!"
Xu Anran tried her best to ignore the indifference in Meng Yanchen's eyes and tried to find excuses for him. Maybe he was too busy... Listening to what he said, she smiled faintly: "Well, I like this one." The wedding dress was.
A woman's most beautiful wedding dress, but he didn't care at all.
It seems that in this wedding, she is the only protagonist...
"Miss." Meng Yanchen raised his hand: "I want this dress."
The customer service lady said politely: "Thank you for your order. Could you please tell me if the size is the same as this lady's?"
"Well, this is the size." Xu Anran replied matter-of-factly. This design, with just the right cut, outlined her graceful figure. She could imagine how she would look when she walked into the church wearing this wedding dress.
Very beautiful. Very beautiful.
Meng Yanchen's eyes flashed with understanding: "So close to your body? You should be able to show your figure in a month... Miss, one size bigger."
Xu Anran was surprised. She almost forgot that she was still pregnant.
She immediately defended herself and said: "Well, I almost forgot. Fortunately, you reminded me...well, it should be one size larger." Why did she feel that Meng Yanchen seemed to be slowly beginning to doubt her?
Meng Yanchen nodded in agreement: "An Ran, I believe you... After all, you won't lie to me like Chu Qiao, right?" The smile on the corner of his mouth aroused a hint of ridicule.
"Yes...yes, I won't..." Xu Anran replied. However, she knew that some things could no longer be reversed. However, in order to be with Meng Yanchen, she was willing to do anything...