I think I should be relaxed at this moment. I have the feeling that even if a person is about to die, he will say the right thing.
Vomiting used up all my strength. I collapsed on the ground and let my nose bleed.
Looking at the fruit knife at my feet, the blade reflected my pale and terrifying face. My eyes were unfocused, like an empty shell that had lost its soul.
I picked up the knife slowly, coolly. I smiled, put the blade on my wrist with a smile, and slowly, slowly opened the ice blue blood vessels under the skin.
When the blood spread out, I laughed! I was relieved...
Really relieved!
I quietly watched the scarlet blood spread along the white floor, quickly spreading outward as if it wanted to escape from me.
I don't want to die. It's just that there are things blocked in my body that can't be released. I just want to release them. I just want to relax...
I'm really tired. I'm really tired.
If you can, please stop my time, just at this moment, so that I can't sleep.
My soul can fly to the top of the clouds, and I want to see what is hidden behind the clouds.
So, fate. You win. I won’t struggle anymore...
Fate smiled strangely.
Often the more you fight against it, the worse it will make you.
Once you surrender and accept your fate, it will give you a glimmer of hope, allowing you to fall into the abyss without perishing.
When I was unconscious, I heard someone calling my name!
One voice after another, urgent and affectionate.
I think that must be my dream.
Because I saw Mu Shiqin's face. His blue eyes as deep as the sea were filled with sadness.
Mu Shiqin, why are you crying?
A wound is just that, you think it has healed, but it will hurt when it is cloudy. It reminds you that you have been injured. Some wounds will always be there. People who seem heartless are actually very easy to get sentimental, and they are pressed in deep places.
A little sunshine, a little similar plot, a little familiar figure or even a little eyebrow will make you panic and run away at a loss.
I thought I was dead.
but I do not have.
When I opened my eyes, it was dark.
I struggled to sit up.
There are two hands on my body, supporting me.
I was surprised and wanted to flinch, but he held my hand tightly.
"Don't be afraid!" It's him? Mu Shiqin.
His voice can give me a little comfort even in the endless nightmare.
I slowly calmed down and asked strangely, "Why don't you turn on the light?"
I clearly felt Mu Shiqin's hand shaking mine. I was puzzled and wanted to see his expression clearly. But in front of me, I couldn't see anything except the ink-like darkness.
There was still thick gauze wrapped around my wrist, and I could feel that the wound, which was not deep but not shallow, was still bleeding.
Mu Shiqin held my hand tightly, and I could feel him right behind me, holding me tightly, and the fresh smell of Armani perfume emanating from his body.
Mu Shiqin kissed my ears and hair, "Isn't darkness bad?"
I curled my lips and said, "If I don't turn on the light, I won't be able to see you!"
"You want to see me?"
I chuckled, "Of course. The person I want to see most right now is you."
Mu Shiqin was silent. After being silent for a long time, I held my hand with a faint voice, "Do you know, you almost lost sight of me forever!"
I know what he means. I know what he's angry about. "You hurt me."