Seeing that she was crying so sadly, Lu Hua also shed tears and held her tightly in his arms.
"Girl, please calm down. This is not your fault. Don't put all the responsibility on yourself. You are unaware. If you continue to torture yourself like this, your body will collapse."
Shengge clutched his sleeves tightly, her mind filled with thoughts of the nightmare from the day before the accident.
It was Feng Yunian who was covered in blood and fell to his knees in the fire in despair.
She couldn't listen to Lu Hua's words at all, and she couldn't stop crying.
"Third brother, I always thought he was the one who hijacked the plane and wanted to kill me, so I hated him and tortured him with peace of mind. I couldn't listen to any explanation he said. The only way he hurt me before was with cold treatment and sarcasm, but I added
The abuse he suffered was all real, and it was all my fault. I was the one who killed him, it was me..."
Lu Hua held her tear-stained face and reminded her gently in her ear over and over again,
"No, girl, you are not wrong. You did not kill him. This was his choice. He is dead, but your life is still going on. Don't make yourself suffer anymore!"
"But third brother..."
She shrank into Lu Hua's arms and burst into tears.
"I also want to numb myself. I drank a lot. I tried to forget these things and regain my sense, but I couldn't do it! The more I drank, the more conscious I became. All I could think about was how he was injured and bleeding. Brother, I,
I......"
She cried until she had a heart attack, suddenly became short of breath, became unconscious, and fainted on the spot.
"Girl!"
Lu Hua was frightened and quickly asked Lu Shiyi to find a doctor to come to her door. Then he took her out of the bathroom and sent her back to the room on the third floor.
Because there were all men here, it was not convenient for Shengge to change clothes or wipe her body, so Lu Hua asked Lu Shishi to drive to take Zhang Ma to the Bay Villa.
A group of people gathered around Shengge, who was in a coma due to high fever, all day and night, so busy that their feet never touched the floor.
After the doctor came over, he gave him a fever-reducing injection, but Shengge was too weak. He drank high-concentration liquor for three days on an empty stomach, and his stomach almost burned through. He drank two large bottles of nutrient solution before his complexion gradually recovered.
What followed was a bunch of treatments, and a bunch of people worked hard for two days and two nights before the weak ones in bed slowly woke up.
Shengge had a splitting headache, and her first words after waking up were still that name.
"The year of Feng Yu..."
Although her voice was hoarse, Lu Hua was sitting beside her bed and could still hear her.
He sighed softly and was helping Shengge cool down the chicken soup that Zhang's mother had just stewed. "Girl, please forget about him. Third brother believes that you will meet a better man who loves you more in the future."
Shengge looked at him in shock and wanted to retort, but her voice failed to make any sound.
In this society, people are all realistic. How many people can sacrifice their lives for each other?
She will never meet a man who loves her so much in her life.
There was a cramping pain in her heart, and Shengge clutched her heart hard, her facial features tightening in pain, and she was dripping with cold sweat.
Lu Hua knew that she couldn't accept it, but he had no choice but to continue to persuade her gently:
"You are still young, and your days will get better and better in the future. Don't think about these sorrows anymore, okay? Since you came back from his funeral, look at how haggard you have become these days. The third brother looked at
I feel so sad.”
"If my father, eldest and second brothers knew about it, they would definitely be heartbroken. If you don't think about yourself, you should always think about these relatives who love you, right?"
Shengge turned her face to one side, looked out the window, and ignored him.
"Come on, girl, have a sip of chicken soup, while Ma Zhang is watching over the stew. It's delicious."
Lu Hua handed a spoonful to her mouth.
Shengge refused to answer, and her pale and slightly dry lips were pursed tightly.
Knowing that she was stubborn, Lu Hua sighed again and could only change his mind to persuade her.