The doctor came in and then went out. Then someone dressed Huayu, and someone helped her downstairs, and took her to the hospital in an arranged car. Huayu was stiffly arranged to undergo various examinations, and finally returned.
When she woke up in the morning, Hua Yu looked numbly at the figures dangling in front of her. Some people fed her food, while others fed her water and medicine. But no one came to tell her the result. In fact, there was no need for anyone to tell her what happened.
She knew it herself.
She is mute. She is not in heaven, she is in hell!
Her shameful and angry collision did not end her life. What she lost was her voice. Huayu's straight eyes stared at the rich-colored "cross" opposite the bed. In her ears, she seemed to hear God saying: Since you
If you don't cherish your body, then I don't have to listen to your prayers anymore." Tears finally fell uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes, leaving burning marks across his heart.
~Should the soul rejected by God should sink into hell? Huayu smiled bitterly, she could still laugh, she still had the strength to laugh. There were fewer and fewer people in the room, and finally when the brightness outside the window was no longer there, there were people in the room
Turned on the light.
The dim yellow light of the lamp is extremely gentle on the jasmine flowers on the coffee table, making the fragile white flowers bloom more charmingly. The cold limbs of the flowers cannot be warmed by the quilt.
A voice in my heart whispered: Die! Die!
Yes, why live? What use is living to you? Die! Die!
Everyone in the room finally went out. There was the fragrance of jasmine in the air, and her nose smelled the language of flowers, which was the urge of death to her. She slowly got up from the bed. There were still pain signals coming from some places in her body.
, but what does it matter? When breathing stops, what pain can be felt?
There was a beautiful crystal cup on the crystal coffee table, which contained the water for her medicine. Apparently the nurse forgot to take it away. Huayu didn’t know who bought her, but actually treated her so well and gave her such a beautiful house.
He even asked a specialized doctor to treat her in the room. What did he want from himself? But that didn't seem to matter. He gently fiddled with the edge of the crystal cup with his fingers and slowly moved the cup to the outside of the coffee table.
"Bang..."
The transparent crystal shattered into flowers on the floor. Picked up a larger fragment and swiped it hard from the slender wrist, once! Twice! Deeply, leaving deep traces, no.
There is hope of waking up again. You have to work harder, you have to work harder. Hua Yu thought silently in her heart.
It hurts! It hurts some more! The red blood drops on the floor and blooms into charming little flowers. And the language of flowers blooms in this sea of red flowers, using her life to ignite the final brilliance. The body slowly tilts, and the eyelids slowly become heavy.
Here it is, the God of Death has finally come to pick her up. Don’t wake up again. Take her away! Hua Yu closed her eyes, and the warmth of her body overflowed from her wrists endlessly.
Geng Yuhuai felt a little uneasy for no reason. He knew what happened to Hua Yu. But he had never learned how to comfort people, and he couldn't say tender and sweet words.
The doctor said that there was a blood clot in Huayu's head that compressed the nerves, so Huayu had a temporary speech disorder. The disease cannot be cured urgently. The only way is to cultivate yourself and take medicine. Let the blood clot be absorbed slowly, and the ability to speak can be restored. Simple
It is said that the language of flowers is "dumb". But it is only temporary, isn't it?
Geng Yuhuai hesitated again and again, and finally decided to go to her room to take a look. There was a slight panic spreading in his heart, and he was very uneasy.
As soon as he reached the stairs on the second floor, his many years of experience immediately alerted him. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and it was warm blood. His first reaction was to rush straight into Hua Yu's room.
.
The door to Huayu's room was almost knocked open by Geng Yuhuai. The moment he opened the door, the scene in front of him almost stopped Geng Yuhuai's heartbeat. The floor was covered with blood, and Huayu was lying on the floor, with blood pouring out from her wrists.
, next to the feet are fragments of broken crystal cups.
Hua Yu's face has turned blue, and her lips have lost the color of life, like a dehydrated white jasmine withering in a pool of blood. Geng Yuhuai is a man who lives in darkness every day. His life itself carries the smell of death. He
He often plays the role of the Grim Reaper. But for the first time, the blood on the ground frightened him, like an invisible hand tightening his heart.
The language of flowers! The language of flowers! The language of flowers!
Does this name have to have such a strong impact on his life?
He escaped two years ago. Will he escape in this way two years later?
No!
I bought your life, and even if you die, you can only wither in my hands.
He knelt down on the floor and gently held Hua Yu's body in his arms.
Her body is still warm!
This realization allowed Geng Yuhuai to find a ray of reason in his panic. He picked up the life that was about to wither in his hands, quickly got up and ran outside.
Geng Yuhuai has never been afraid of darkness, nor of death. He is a demon living in darkness. This is a fact, and he himself has always thought so. It wasn't until that glimmer of light appeared in his life, the language of flowers, that Geng Yuhuai realized that he also had something deep in his heart.
A pure desire. So he opened his heart and let the faint warmth shine into his heart.
But now the temperature is fading and the light is dimming.
How to save a soul that no longer has the will to live?
Hua Yu's face on the bed was paler than the color of the sheets. The heavy bleeding made Ying's weak body almost unable to support the continuation of life. Geng Yuhuai's face, sitting on the sofa nearby, was not necessarily better than Hua Yu's. In the most dangerous situation
At that time, it was his blood that saved her life, or her body, because Huayu's life was not in his hands. Geng Yuhuai deeply realized that he might be able to control a person's death, but he was unable to make someone who wanted to die
souls are saved.
He is only the god of death and does not have the wings of an angel.
Geng Yuhuai inserted his fingers into his hair anxiously, his fingers tangled in the hair in annoyance.
What he couldn't lose, he didn't have the courage to face the disillusionment of her life in his own hands.
Two years ago, when she was so helpless but tried hard to maintain her pride and stood in front of him, he knew that he was finished. A soul licking blood at the edge of a knife had no ability to give such a beautiful her any stable life. She could only live with him.
Drifting. So he ran away when nothing had started. He rejected her in various ways and it became the only weakness in his life. But when Yue Lao stubbornly tied the two lives with a red thread, what kind of escape could change the ends of the world?
What about distance?
He couldn't escape, so he had to protect him with his life. But in front of "life", he was so small!
Let her live!
As long as I live with hatred, I don't care if the object of hatred is him.
He just wants her to live!
Even if he sinks into hell and has his soul devoured by evil spirits, as long as she can be in heaven!
With this decision, Geng Yuhuai walked gently to the bedside. His dark palms gently touched the pale face on the pillow, as if his hands were fragile glass or delicate jasmine in the wind.
Flower language ~ Let me, a devil, make your paradise!
Retracting his palm, there was still some fragile warmth on her skin. Geng Yuhuai tried his best to hold it with his hand, turned around and left the room.