Shangguan Chen slowly walked to the bedside, and stared at Han Zhiyan's sleeping face quietly under the faint moonlight outside the window. His calm heart suddenly surged with intense pain.
In the darkness, he could still clearly see her frowning tightly, hugging the quilt, huddled into a small ball, as if she was scared and helpless.
He just stood quietly by the bed, staring at her.
His eyes softened involuntarily.
The moonlight poured into the room, making his figure very long.
After a long time, he gently sat on the edge of the bed, reached out, picked up the quilt and carefully covered her with it, touching her skin slightly. Her thin body trembled, she closed her eyes and cried softly, murmuring in her mouth.
"Don't...don't..."
As he spoke, tears fell from the corners of his eyes, which was so distressing.
It seemed that the whole world was mourning for her.
Shangguan Chen frowned, a trace of sadness appeared in his eyes, gently hugged Han Zhiyan, and whispered softly in her ear, "Yanyan, don't be afraid, I'm here..."
Han Zhiyan suddenly stretched out her little hand, tightly grasped Shangguan Chen's clothes, and called helplessly, "Chen, where are you? I'm so scared!"
Shangguan Chen panicked in his heart, patted her face gently, and called softly, trying to wake her up, "Yanyan, wake up, look at me, I'm here!"
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Han Zhiyan walked in a daze at night.
There was no one around. On the way, she met a wretched man. He threw himself at her and then tore her clothes to pieces.
Han Zhiyan tried to break free, but couldn't.
I can only scream desperately and cry helplessly in the dead night.
But his body was being torn apart by the man and he couldn't move.
There were also bursts of pain in my lower abdomen.
In her daze, she seemed to hear a series of familiar voices, and she desperately searched for that voice, hoping to save her.
"Yanyan, wake up quickly, I'm here, wake up..."
Han Zhiyan frowned, shook her head suddenly, and slowly opened her eyes. In the darkness, she smelled a familiar scent, but she kept thinking of that wretched man in her mind.
Her mind was a mess, with many scenes rolling around.
Those scenes were like nightmares one after another, making her miserable.
She dreamed that the man was tearing her clothes to pieces, but she was unable to resist. She dreamed that the man was holding her hands, and her ears were filled with his obscene laughter.
Her breathing suddenly became rapid, as if someone was strangling her neck.
Shangguan Chen subconsciously reached out and turned on the bedside lamp. He saw Han Zhiyan's face covered with sweat and her delicate eyebrows clenched tightly. Listening to her rapid breathing, she looked very uncomfortable and even began to talk unconsciously in her sleep.
"Don't come here, go away, go away..." Han Zhiyan closed her eyes, stumbling and stumbling, punching and kicking, her voice trembling with fear, so desolate and desperate.
Shangguan Chen felt distressed. He stretched out his hands and hugged her tightly, preventing her from moving. He was afraid that she would hurt him. He lowered his head, kissed her lips gently with his lips, and coaxed softly, "Yanyan, wake up, I'm okay."
Someone hurt you, it was me, please open your eyes and look at me..."
Shangguan Chen only felt that she was having a nightmare, a desperate nightmare, and she was so uncomfortable that he could do nothing.
Han Zhiyan's head gradually went blank, and her hand fell on Shangguan Chen's chest. Shangguan Chen quickly hugged her tightly so that she could not move, patted her back and coaxed softly.