Rebirth of the hidden marriage queen

Chapter 2 Heart Transplant Surgery
"Chuyang, I'm sorry for you. I hope you don't meet me again in the next life. Even if you meet me, please stay away..." His voice was cold, but determined.

The hand holding her wrist moved away a little bit.

When the last trace of temperature was gone, in her blurred vision, she saw that tall figure tremblingly disappearing from her sight.

In 15 years, when she saw him for the first time, she knew that he was her fate and her disaster.

They couldn't escape, they couldn't escape, it seemed like fate bound them tightly together.

The years of conspiracy were torn apart, and the truth of the years was clearly revealed, but she was so sad that she couldn't cry a single tear.

It turns out that there is a kind of pain that can cause death.

The white teeth bit her lip fiercely, the smell of blood and the tingling sensation suddenly woke her up.

She gritted her teeth and grabbed the quilt, shouting with all her strength.

"I'm pregnant with your child, he's almost three months old..."

However, her voice is like a mosquito, unable to break through this thick wall, and unable to pass through the layers of barriers.

Tears mixed with blood made her feel the pain that life would be worse than death.

"I'm pregnant with your child, child, our child..." She roared, but the effect of the medicine was onset little by little.

Someone stepped forward and grabbed her hands and feet, and a cold needle pierced her back. The pain made her forget to breathe for a while.

"This is an anesthetic, Mr. Mo ordered it to save you from suffering..."

I don't know whose voice it was, it seemed to come from a distant place, resounding in her mind over and over again.

Ridiculous, really ridiculous.

She was in so much pain that she was about to die, why should she care about the pain?

In the past, his tenderness, his thoughtfulness, and the flash of pity in his eyes, at that time she thought it was the expression of loving her.

Now, she understands it all.

Like a little white rabbit, she was warmly cared for and kept in captivity for so many years, just for the last useful heart.

Consciousness gradually blurred, and while she was half asleep and half awake, she felt a cold sharp knife slashing across her body.

There was really no pain, but the pain of being pulled was still unbearable for her.

His body was getting colder and colder, the blood on his body was drained little by little, and despair hit him little by little.

She had never hated someone so much. For 15 years, she thought that she could warm his cold heart and make this man fall in love with her.

But it wasn't until the last moment that she realized that she was wrong, outrageously wrong.

She fell in love for a while, but what she got in the end was nothingness, a dream, and she also paid the price with her life.

She hates, the blood flowing all over her body is clamoring for that deep hatred.

Even though she had no strength left, she still clenched her hands tightly.

She wanted to reach out to touch her belly, but found that she couldn't. Her child was about to bid farewell to this world before it was formed.

And the murderer who killed them was the person they loved the most.

Cold and despair surrounded her heart.

In the next life, she will never let herself be weak again, and let herself be slaughtered like a white rabbit.

She felt her consciousness sinking and her heart beating faster.

With a click, my heart was broken and empty.

Her slightly squinted eyes suddenly widened, and she suddenly sat up from the bed.

"Are you awake? Don't get up so violently, your body is still very weak." A big hand pressed down on her shoulder in time, and pressed her back down again.

She was in a trance for a while, looking at the exquisitely decorated bedroom, she was swept away like a wave of bewilderment.

The little hand covered her heart, the unforgettable pain was still lingering in her heart, and the tears that flowed to dryness seemed to be still in the corner of her eyes.

When she was on the verge of death, that kind of pain and hatred broke into her mind like a wave.

In the past and present, old grudges and evil fate.

Isn't she dead?Why, she couldn't feel the pain in her body?
"Chuyang, what's wrong with you?" The man's voice came slowly with concern.

(End of this chapter)