Chapter 797: The Young Marshal Gives Love a Gift [26]
The eldest wife was naturally concerned and sent a doctor to see her, but she was so angry and depressed that she couldn't be cured by taking medicine. She still needed to slowly adjust her mind.
When the eldest lady heard such words, she was deeply concerned and went to He Anyuan's building in person to see her.
He Anyuan has always liked to wear heavy makeup and dress herself up like a coquettish peacock, with her eyebrows and eyes painted extremely delicately and perfectly. But now it seems that her body is much weaker due to illness, and her face is still rouged.
Her white and clean face looked somewhat similar to that of the eldest lady.
The eldest lady looked at He Anyuan like this, and her heart softened slightly. She sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out her hand, held He Anyuan's hand, and said softly: "Xiaoyuan, what's wrong with you? Actually...
Have you ruined yourself and become like this?"
He Anyuan closed her eyes, knowing that the eldest lady was coming to see her, but she did not open her eyes. She just lay on the bed tiredly. When she heard the eldest lady's words, her tears slowly flowed down.
It seemed like he couldn't stop the falling, one by one, he hit hard.
Xiaoyun had already poured a cup of tea and placed it on the table beside her. The green tea leaves slowly stretched her body inside, rising and falling, floating and sinking.
"The eldest madam... the young lady suddenly vomited blood that day. The doctor said that she was out of breath and had a heart attack. The young lady has a heart disease and is holding back her resentment and cannot express it. That is why she is like this. The eldest madam... the doctor said that if the young lady continues to be like this
I’m so depressed that I’m afraid I’ll die even if I’m not crazy!”
He Anyuan was lying on the bed. When she heard such words, she opened her eyes and smiled. There was a smoke-like smile on the edge of her lips. She was in a trance, full of smiles like that...
There is a hint of sarcasm hidden in the smile.
"Death? Madness? Am I still afraid of these things?"
In the depths of He Anyuan's eyes, it was as if nothing existed, just her fingers, holding the quilt tightly, gasping for air, and said with difficulty: "I am a madman myself, what am I afraid of now... What harm can I do to others?"
After all, I don’t believe that she will harm herself. I don’t believe that she can escape now and will escape in the future!”
He Anyuan became excited again, but her temper became more and more impetuous, "I am not willing to accept it. This is not my fate. I will not accept my fate..."