568. Chapter 568 The one who lives and dies with her 7
Who accompanied him in the pain of hell? Who accompanied him in being humiliated in hell? Who accompanied him in despair? And who accompanied him through such unbearable things?
It's her!
It’s Xinshangshang!
Even if he presented the most beautiful things in the world to her, he still couldn't make up for the nightmare experience ten years ago.
She was only ten years old, she was just a little girl, they were all just children, such beasts, such beasts, such inhumane scum, such bastards who treated them as inferior to livestock, how could he destroy them so early?
He should pay it back a thousand times, he should... A sigh of depression accumulated in his heart, and with a pop, a mouthful of bruised blood spurted out from Chang Mian's mouth.
Dark red blood splashed on her hair, clothes and the ground. Chang Shang was frightened, "Chang Mian, Chang Mian, what's wrong with you? Chang Mian, don't scare me!"
"Ahem... I'm fine." He wiped the corners of his mouth and eyes, and repeated, "I'm fine."
"Let's go." Fu Hong stood up while Yangyang arranged his clothes.
Leng Heng came over to help Chang Mian. Chang Mian shook his head, let go of Shang Shang, and got up from the ground. He raised his head and found that snowflakes were floating in the sky again, and large flakes were like cotton wool, covering the sky and covering the ground.
The pure white color could not hide the darkness in his heart.
"I want to be alone for a while. You all can go down."
"Do you still want to go crazy alone?" Chang Shang grabbed his arm, "Is there something that you can't handle calmly?"
Why act so sad and angry?
She felt sorry for him. She felt sorry for him like this.
"If you haven't vented enough, I'll call a few more people to come up and practice with you." Fu Hong looked at him.
Chang Mian shook his head and gently opened Shang Shang's hands. "I want to be alone for a while."
Chang Shang spread her arms tightly around his waist again, shook her head and chanted: "I won't leave, I will watch over you to prevent you from self-torture again."
He had no choice but to lift her up, carry her downstairs, return to the ward, and return to the warm room. Sometimes he felt that happiness was out of reach, and then one day he suddenly realized that all happiness had already been put on track.
However, sometimes beauty can be split open mercilessly by a sharp knife, revealing the scars inside that make people unable to control themselves.
He went to the small bathroom in the ward, washed his face, submerged his whole body in the water, and held his breath. After several minutes, before he suffocated, he suddenly raised his head.
When I saw myself in the mirror, my eyes were filled with blood-red anger that I couldn't get rid of.
He wiped his face with a dry towel, returned to the hospital bed, took off his shoes and lay beside her, gently kissed her lips, without going deep or making any other restless movements, just gently sucking
He allowed her soft and waxy lips to taste briefly, then moved up to kiss the tip of her nose, eyes, and forehead, caressing her gently and caressing her. He was not like the crazy man just now, but more like an affectionate man.
Chang Shang opened her eyes and watched him kissing her affectionately with his eyes closed. She heard his steady breathing and the smell of blood in her nose, and suddenly called him.
"Chang Mian?"
"Hmm..." he whispered, his voice hoarse.
"Ask the nurse to bandage your palm," she said, feeling that her tone was not soft enough, so she added the word "la" after a few seconds.
"A little injury, it doesn't matter."
"It's not in the way, but it can be described as horrific." Chang Chang moved a little and struggled to get up and call the nurse, but he held her tighter.