Xia Zhenai no longer struggled, because her body really had no strength, so she closed her eyes weakly, her other hand still holding the torn wedding dress tightly, tears slowly falling from the corners of her eyes, and she murmured:
"Don't...don't..."
Leng Haoxuan's whole body seemed to be stinging, his lips were close to her ear, and his voice was low: "Xia Zhenai, are you crazy? You don't even want your life!"
Probably because of the heavy blood loss, Xia Zhenai's face turned very pale. She felt that her body was getting weaker and weaker, her consciousness gradually faded, and she could no longer hold on.
She was really tired and slowly closed her eyes.
"Xia Zhenai!" Leng Haoxuan touched her cold cheek with his bloody hand, stared at Mo Ziling with bloodthirsty eyes, and growled: "What happened to her?"
Excessive blood loss can be fatal, and her body is already weak.
He should have taken her to the hospital.
However, Xia Zhenai's sudden violent behavior really shocked him.
He, who was always wise, was completely panicked.
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…
Outside the apartment.
People came in and out from time to time, and a group of bodyguards in black were guarding the door.
At this time, Leng Haoxuan could no longer care whether Nangong would discover any clues.
There is ample heating in the bedroom.
Xia Zhenai lay on the big snow-white bed with a pale face, still receiving an intravenous drip, and her body was nestled in a warm wool blanket.
The snow-white fur and her pale face reflected a desolation.
If it weren't for her slightly rising and falling chest, others would have thought she didn't have any vital signs.
Leng Haoxuan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his back turned, his eyes calm and frightening.
It's hard to guess what he is thinking.
Mo Ziling quickly checked her, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window: "Third brother, third sister-in-law is fine, but she is weak. Fortunately, the bleeding was stopped in time. Her life is not in danger for the time being, but her body is very weak.
Need to rest quietly!"
Leng Haoxuan stiffened, looked back sharply, and asked in a gloomy voice: "Are you sure?"
"Her body can recover, but..." Mo Ziling hesitated before speaking.
Leng Haoxuan obviously lost his patience: "It's just what!"
“It’s very possible that Sister-in-law is suffering from depression!”
Leng Haoxuan looked at her in disbelief.
"If diagnosed, based on her mental state this time, I'm afraid it won't be so easy to treat and recover." Mo Ziling looked solemn: "She can't receive any more stimulation, otherwise, if she gets sick again, she may have the tendency to commit suicide.
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Leng Haoxuan's face suddenly changed, and he stared deeply at Xia Zhenai's pale face.
People with depression are inherently prone to suicide.
He is not afraid of her illness, nor is he afraid of her hurting him.
I'm just afraid that next time she loses control she will hurt herself or do something even more terrible.
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At noon.
The sun shines in through the window, warming the room.
Leng Haoxuan quietly walked back to the bed, sat down slowly, stretched out his hand, and held her injured hand. The cold touch made his heart empty and filled with inexplicable panic.
He frowned. There was obviously a heater in the bedroom, so why were her hands so cold?!
Immediately, Leng Haoxuan ordered someone to bring some warming essential oil and rubbed her hands in person, trying to warm them up.
Xia Zhenai fell asleep in a daze, frowning tightly, as if she was feeling very uncomfortable.
As if she had dreamed of something sad, her tears never stopped, and her mouth was still mumbling something unknown.
Leng Haoxuan frowned, leaned forward slightly, listened closer, and heard...