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Chapter 300 I'm Sorry (2)
Uncle Jin was dumbfounded for a moment, and smiled wryly: "So you're still blaming the young master."

Resentment, how could she not be resentful, that man who died without peace, was none other than her Yi Chen, how could she not be resentful to that man who played all the roles in her life for so many years.

Jiang Xiachu just sneered and remained silent for a long time.

"Then do you know that Qi Yichen's heart began to fail as early as two years ago, and he couldn't live for two months at all."

Jiang Xiachu suddenly raised her eyes, Qing Lingling's pupils widened.

"Sure enough, the young master didn't say anything."

"Say, what are you talking about?" Her heart was tugged, she was terrified, and suddenly felt like the sky was about to collapse, pressing against her eyes, unable to breathe.

"The young master could actually let Qi Yichen die like that, after waiting for so many years, how could the young master not afford to wait for those two months, but he just took that step, giving you a chance to blame him and blame him. Madam, do you know why?"

Jiang Xiachu opened his mouth and choked.

"He said, rather than letting him die in front of you, it's better to lie to you. If he can lie to you for the rest of his life, it's his luck. If not, he will bear all the consequences." Uncle Jin sighed vaguely, "I It's just that I didn't expect that the consequences would be so serious, for this reason, the young master took everything."

The black pillow rolled down to the ground, and she stood upright for a while, then lowered her head, tears dripping on the back of her hands.

She smiled: "He always likes to lie to me." She smiled and cried, "That fool."

It is said that that man has an exquisite heart that the world cannot fathom, and is so shrewd. Jiang Xiachu only said that he is a fool, the stupidest fool in the world.

That man, likes to lie, likes to play tricks, likes to pretend to be so powerful that no one can match, but turns around and hides his wounds where no one can see.

He loved her, but let her shed all the tears in her life.How did she meet such a man?fortunate?Still unlucky?

Jiang Xiachu didn't know when Uncle Jin left, and she didn't know how long she had been crying. The black pillow she held in her arms was wet. It was Zuo Cheng's favorite, because she embroidered her favorite camphor on it. flower.

On the table, there was a document sealed in black leather. She stretched out her hand, trembling, and slowly opened it.

It was a case, and it belonged to Jiang Xiachu.

November 2012, [-]: Sleepless.

Just a few words, and then, something was rampant in my mind, scene after scene, from far to near, like an old old photo.

In the picture, the woman is sitting and the man is half kneeling.

He leaned close to her ear and coaxed him as softly as possible: "Xia Chu, be good, close your eyes, okay?"

With her out-of-focus eyes open, she remained unresponsive, like a puppet whose soul had been hollowed out.

He held her face and reached out to brush her eyes: "Just a moment, Xia Chu, be obedient, close your eyes and sleep for a while."

She suddenly turned her eyes, still cold.

She said: "Yi Chen will blame me, why did he wait for me with his eyes open for so long?"

After speaking, his eyes widened, looking at the pure white ceiling, there was no reflection in his black eyes.

He slowly hugged her: "Xia Chu, if you want to complain or hate, treat me well?"

November 2012, [-]: Lost soul.

There are still only two words, and a piece of sadness invades from all directions.

The woman was sitting on the roof, staring blankly out of the window. On the glass window was the reflection of the man.

"Early summer."

He called softly, stepped forward, hugged her, and held her face: "Hey, look at me, Chu Xia."

Fang Kong's eyes were fixed, she stretched out her finger, and brought it to her lips: "Shh." She said, "She fell asleep in early Xia, don't disturb her."

"What did you say?" He suddenly grabbed her right hand, and whispered every single word, "Who are you?"

Her eyes were still far away from the window, and she spoke alone: ​​"She hurt her wrist and cut a deep gash. She grabbed my hand and kept asking me to save her." Suddenly, she shook her head in a panic, mouth Li began to murmur unconsciously, "Bandage the wound, if you want to bandage the wound, I asked her to let go, but she refused, holding on to my clothes tightly, leaving a lot of blood, a lot of blood."

His pursed lips were bloodless, and his cool eyes were bit by bit cold.

"I want to save her, I want to save her." Suddenly, she pushed him like crazy: "I want to save her."

"Jiang Xiachu, wake me up..."

Suddenly, she calmed down, and her empty eyes turned red bit by bit.

"Blood, a lot of blood."

The man lowered his head, he was holding her hands, on his left hand, there was a hideous wound, blood was gurgling and dripping all over the ground.

November 2012, 25: Aphasia.

Those two words were reflected in Jiang Xiachu's tear-filled eyes.

In her memory, it was still a woman and a man, but this time she saw it clearly, it was her face, and Zuo Cheng's face, they were all so skinny.

She was lying on the bed like a dead body, Zuo Cheng hugged her.

"Early summer."

Only Zuo Cheng's voice echoed sadly in the empty room.

"Xia Chu, Xia Chu, my Xia Chu, can you answer me?"

He held her face in his hands, eye to eye: "Just one sentence, one sentence is fine."

Zuo Cheng's tone was almost pleading, her eyes were red, from the beginning to the end, she was like a puppet, silent and motionless.

"I beg you, please speak up."

Breaking free from Zuo Cheng's hand, she looked at the white ceiling.

"Speak, open your mouth, open your mouth!" Suddenly, Zuo Cheng grabbed her shoulder, shook her heavily, and shouted, "Do you really want to become dumb?"

She still didn't speak, and began to tremble non-stop, shrinking back non-stop.

Zuo Cheng's eyes sank, he was completely flustered, and hugged her trembling body into his arms: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's my fault, I shouldn't have shouted at you, I shouldn't have yelled at you, it's all my fault."

"If you don't want to talk, then don't talk, as long as you live well, live well."

December 2012, [-]: Unintentional, unconscious, self-harm.

six words?It's getting more and more crazy.

It was the same big empty room.

"Why did you hurt yourself again?"

Zuo Cheng squatted down, knelt on the ground, and carried her under the table to the bed.

"Does it hurt?" Unbuttoning her clothes, kisses fell heavily on her shoulders, and her back was covered with red marks: "Are you killing me with the scars all over my body?"

She was like a puppet without soul and consciousness. She let him take off her clothes and kissed all the wounds. Then, she picked up the rope from the window sill and tied it round and round. With tears in Zuo Cheng's eyes, she murmured repeatedly Three words: "I'm sorry."

"If you feel uncomfortable, can you vent it to me?" He hugged her and put his finger on her lips, "My early summer, do I want to be tied up like this for the rest of my life? Then I will accompany you, okay?"

(End of this chapter)