After wearing a book, the sickly tyrant only acts like a spoiled child in my arms

Chapter 204 What happened to his right hand?

Su Jiu'er was taken aback by this small kick, and hurriedly moved towards Yan Yunxiao's side.

"what happened?"

Only when he got closer did he find a line of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, self-doubt distorted his handsome face a bit.

He muttered indiscriminately, "Silver hairpin... wound... blood... a lot of blood..."

Yan Yunxiao slowly raised his face, looked directly into Su Jiuer's eyes, measured her face inch by inch, and then made an aggrieved and humble excuse.

"It's not me...that's not me..."

Su Jiu'er thumped in her heart, saying that it was over.

Was the picture of losing control in the illusion shared by two personalities?
If the reenactment of the illusion is successful, he accepts the fact of Yin Niangniang's death, and completely dispels the fear of the fire scene, and maybe his childish personality will never appear again.

At the very least, he can control his emotions, and won't allow another personality in his heart to control his thinking.

at the moment……

It is a terrible thing for two personalities to share memories.

It may induce every personality to regard its own existence as the dominant personality.

In layman's terms, each personality has become a subject, has independent thinking, and wants to gain dominance over the body.
Even the thought of killing another personality.

Su Jiu'er's heart sank, and she became even more angry that Yan Yunxiao had concealed something from her.

She just didn't take her own life seriously, and didn't take her painstaking efforts to treat him for so long!
Well now, once back to before liberation!

Yin Niangniang is definitely not as simple as being burned to death in the fire. He can deceive others, but he cannot deceive his own heart.

Otherwise, what are these behaviors of suddenly losing control in the illusion, kneeling down to atone for sin, scolding oneself, and even committing suicide?
The death of Yin Niangniang was not only the pain of losing his mother to him, but maybe there were other emotions that he couldn't struggle with.

Su Jiu'er was angry in her heart, but facing this innocent and childish personality, she couldn't vent it, she just felt that she was suffocating in her heart.

She even felt that if she continued to treat Yan Yunxiao, she would become depressed.

Seeing her pale and cold expression, Yan Yunxiao felt even more frightened, with unspeakable pain inside.

He said weakly again, "It's really not me..."

Only then did Su Jiu'er sigh, stretch out her hand to gently wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice, "I know it's not you, you must be dreaming, right?"

After hearing her words, Yan Yunxiao was taken aback for a moment, and then confirmed again, "Jiu'er, do you believe me?"

Su Jiuer replied without hesitation, "I believe."

Only Yan Yunxiao stared at her face, her eyes, and she just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smoothed the hair on his shoulders naturally and affectionately.

His father did not believe him, no matter how many times he explained, his father would not believe him.

In fact, he knew in his heart that his father didn't care about his innocence, he just hoped that these trivial matters would be settled as soon as possible.

"Jiu'er, do you really believe me?"

Yan Yunxiao in his youth had such low self-esteem that he didn't even have the confidence to take the other party's words seriously.

Only then did Su Jiu'er straighten her expression, staring into his eyes and saying word by word, "I believe Xiaoxiao won't hurt me. Doesn't Xiaoxiao believe in himself?"

He said nervously, "No one is allowed to hurt you! I will not allow anyone to hurt you!"

Not to mention himself.

It's just that hearing these words in Su Jiu'er's ears is somewhat embarrassing.

It is precisely because Yan Yunxiao has such a paranoid and stubborn character that when the reality runs counter to it, the backlash is so unacceptable.

Maybe when he cleared up, recalling this sentence, he would be even more ashamed of being ridiculed.

Su Jiu'er reached out and stroked his chest twice, and he felt that his energy was exhausted so quickly. After his emotions calmed down, he was replaced by short and urgent gasps.

He had frequent angina and vomiting blood, which hurt his heart.

Internal injuries are always harder to heal than external injuries.

After taking a few breaths, he coughed violently uncontrollably. Su Jiuer quickly patted his back, and he covered his mouth with his hand. After coughing for a while, he saw that the palm of his hand was full of blood.

Su Jiu'er's complexion was very ugly, and her beautiful brows almost wrinkled into caterpillars.

Isn't it the body that has been recuperating for more than half a month?Those medicines are her carefully prepared doses, and according to her physical condition, she should be able to take care of it now.

Why is it that the backlash from a reenactment of a scene is more serious than the backlash from the first memory extraction?
But she personally took care of those medicines and fried them, so it's impossible for others to have the chance to do tricks?
The more she thought about it, the more ugly her complexion became, and she even felt that Yan Yunxiao's body had become a beauty that could only be seen but not touched.

This kind of physical quality will hurt at the first touch, isn't it just a fancy beauty shelf?

He took a look at the blood on the palm of his hand, which stained the whole bandage red, and then took another look at Su Jiuer's ugly face, then hid his hand and said to Su Jiuer.

"It's okay, it should be cold, don't worry..."

He himself didn't know what was wrong with him, but he didn't care.

Most of the focus of childish personality has fallen on Su Jiu'er, and perhaps there is still a small part of dormant obsession with the mother and concubine.

Su Jiu'er's temple nerves twitched twice at what he said, so he quickly helped him up and moved him to the small couch.

Seeing her silent, Yan Yunxiao became even more nervous.

Is it because Jiu'er is upset because her mother is sick?So he watched her expression nervously.

Su Jiu'er couldn't see how pitiful he was. After all, this childish personality was indeed quite innocent.

So he reached out and poked his head, and whispered, "You must have not taken your medicine properly."

He lay down on the small couch, breathing quickly and shortly, "No..."

He didn't dare to breathe heavily and deeply, as heavy breathing would cause bursts of pain in his chest.

Su Jiu'er said, "Stop talking, I'll clean your wound."

The bandage on his right hand was completely stained with blood, apart from the wound on the palm of his hand, there was also some blood from his mouth.

After undoing the bandage, Su Jiuer looked at the dense and messy wounds, frowning and froze.

this wound...

Disorganized and devastated.

She remembered that before she fainted, Yan Yunxiao only had two not deep scratches on his hand, right?
There was too much blood, and she needed a basin of hot water. She went to the door and asked Xiaosi to fetch water. It happened that Star Master Song came over again.

Seeing that Su Jiu'er wanted to fetch water again, she quickly followed her in.

After coming in, Yan Yunxiao was pale and lying on the couch with a sleepy expression. Su Jiu'er had already removed the bandages on his right hand, and with the palm facing up, he could see the wounds turned around at a glance.

Su Jiu'er stepped forward to hold this hand, turned her head and glanced at Song Xingshi quietly, although she didn't speak, but doubts were already in her eyes.

What's the matter with this hand?

(End of this chapter)