Wealthy Poison Doctor's Wife

Chapter 333 362: Are you back? (1)

So cold.

Zhai Xixi has never felt such a cold feeling.

Her fingertips lightly slid across Han Hengyi's lips, cheeks, bridge of nose, eye sockets, and brow bone. Every place was very delicate, and every place was so cold that her fingers trembled slightly.

She knelt and sat in a pool of blood, holding Han Zhen's urn in her arms, and Han Heng's cold head. His black suit and dark blue shirt were all soaked, and when she touched it, her hands were covered with red , viscous, glaring.

Han Hengyi's eyes were still wide open, and his dilated pupils were vaguely reluctant and full of sadness.

His face was stained with blood, and the corners of his mouth and chin were covered with scarlet liquid.

"Han Hengyi, why are you so cold?" Zhai Xixi was clearly in a calm state of mind, but the warm liquid in his eyes, like a faucet turned on, fell drop by drop on Han Hengyi's face.

"Don't be afraid, Han Hengyi, I'll help you warm..."

A serious and warm kiss gently landed on Han Hengyi's lips.

This is the first time that she took the initiative to kiss him, not because of the depth of love, but because she wanted to make his lips warmer.

Just, why is it still not warm?Why is it still so cold?
Zhai Xixi hugged Han Hengyi's head tightly, and kissed his lips earnestly over and over again, the scene in front of her eyes slowly turned into a hazy red, and then turned completely red.

A warmer liquid surged out of her eyes, and the scarlet liquid slipped from her eye sockets, across her cheeks, and fell from her chin, drop by drop, onto Han Hengyi's face, onto Han Hengyi's face. On Zhen's urn, it was mixed with Han Hengyi's blood, and in the urn, it was mixed with Han Zhen's ashes.

I don't know how long it has passed, maybe it's been a long time, maybe it's only between ten breaths.

Zhai Xixi still failed to warm Han Hengyi's lips with her kiss.

"Han Hengyi..." The weeping sound overflowed from Zhai Xixi's lips, and gradually turned into a suppressed cry.

In her ears, she seemed to hear someone calling her name eagerly, the voice became louder and louder, and eager "xixi" sounded in her ears, she turned her head slowly, and there was nothing but red in front of her eyes, pure red And sticky.

*
Fang Beining rushed to the scene after receiving the news that Han Heng had been in a car accident, and saw Zhai Xixi kneeling beside Han Hengyi with his face covered in blood, with a low, hoarse and suppressed growl like a trapped animal, he was startled. Jump.

Zhai Xixi's face full of blood, tears and despair was very much like the scene she saw in her dream.

"Xixi!" She wanted to hold Zhai Xixi into her arms in pain, but she couldn't get close.

Zhai Xixi's whole body seemed to be blocked by an invisible film, and no one could get close.

Fang Beining could only call her name over and over again in her ear, hoping that she would wake up and that she would respond.

Just, no.

*
When Zhai Xixi woke up, there was silence all around.

Opening his eyes, his eyes were red, pure as if he was in a crimson dye vat, without any strange color or luster.

She opened a pair of red eyes, neither crying nor making noise, neither talking nor laughing, neither frightened nor panicked.

What's there to panic about?

I thought that Han Zhen's death was already the most desperate thing in the world, but I didn't expect that there has never been a 'most desperate' in this world, only more despair.

Only when she touched Han Hengyi's cold temperature did she realize that she loved him.

Just, since when did it start?
She didn't know, maybe it was from the moment he rescued the young her from the traffickers.

Maybe it's the accumulation of his "good night" every night during the ten years abroad.

Maybe it was the time when he took care of her meticulously after she woke up from injury.

Maybe it was from the night when he rescued her from Jing Ling.

Or maybe, from the first time he kissed her lips.

It's just that she understood it too late.

She admits that she is a person who is not dedicated to emotions, but if she can't help herself, so what?
Han Zhen is her first love, the dream she has been chasing since she was young, and Han Hengyi is a small flower that blooms silently after years of precipitation, she thought it was just an insignificant wild flower, until his heartbeat stopped, Only then did she know that it was irrigated with her blood.

Zhai Xixi doesn't know the time, doesn't distinguish between day and night, being taken care of by others, a living dead person usually passes a long, long period of time, so long that she almost thinks that her life is coming to an end.

Strangely, she never saw Han Zhen, nor Han Hengyi in her dream.

She didn't know where Han Zhen's urn was, so she didn't ask; she knew what happened to Han Hengyi, so she didn't ask.

For the rest of her life, there will never be another man who reprimands her with a straight face when she is eating cold food; nor will there be another man who descends from the sky like a god when she is in crisis.

Zhai Xixi hasn't shed a single tear since she woke up. It's not that she's not sad, it's not that her heart hurts. Whenever she thinks of the two people who died for her, she always feels that there is a sharp knife, which makes her heart linger and bleed.

She is just an ordinary girl, how can she be worth their lives to save?

If, if she is given another chance, she must, must love them well.

Zhai Xixi woke up from a deep sleep, opened her eyes quietly, and her eyes were pure red.

It's probably bright outside, right?

Because outside the window, the crisp and cheerful birdsong came in through the window, bringing the unique tranquility of the morning.

Good morning, Han Zhen.

Good morning, Han Hengyi.

two years.

My mother said to her yesterday: "Xixi, tomorrow is your 20th birthday."

On her birthday, she lost not only Han Hengyi, but also their child.

He raised his hand to caress her lower abdomen, rubbing it lightly, just like Han Hengyi used to caress her lower abdomen like this.

During the period before her birthday, she lived in Han Hengyi's house. Although they slept in separate rooms, he would always sneak into her bed in the middle of the night, secretly put her in his arms, and gently and softly touch her. her belly.

She knew it, but didn't say it.

After a birthday party, Zhai Xixi asked her servant to help her to the back garden, and sat on a hanging chair and swayed gently when the building was empty.

The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus in early autumn kept getting into her nasal cavity.

After an unknown amount of time, a gust of wind blew up and it was a little cold. Zhai Xixi's nose itched and she sneezed.

Almost immediately, a heavy dress covered her body.

She thought it was a servant at home, so she said casually, "Thank you."

However, what answered her was a deep magnetic voice, "You're welcome, Xixi."

So familiar, with uncontrollable excitement and trembling.

Zhai Xixi was taken aback for a moment, blinked her eyelashes, and sat up straight suddenly, her lips were trembling without realizing it.

She opened her mouth, wanted to speak but didn't dare to speak. After a few times, she finally spoke, with anxiety and uncertainty in her voice, "Han, Han Zhen?"

　Second watch, half an hour later.

　　This was written yesterday, so it was earlier, and there were only two updates.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)