You are my trial marriage honey wife

Gu still reacted slowly, and he entered the strange dream again.

But this time, she changed from the bystander to the party.

But she really didn't understand that the person in her dream had always been the girl. Why did she suddenly become herself?

"Because I am you."

A crisp voice suddenly appeared in his mind, and Gu was still startled.

"Who? Who's talking? " She asked consciously.

However, no voice answered her again.

However, the sentence "because I am you" kept echoing in her mind, like a magic spell.

Because she's herself? So they look as like as two peas? That's why I kept dreaming about her before? That's why I become her now and experience everything about her?

Gu still shook his head and opened his eyes incredulously.

No, it's not. How could it be? How can I be the girl in my dream? How come?

Suddenly, she felt a sudden light on her body and the position beside her sank.

Gu still suddenly regained his mind and quickly wanted to escape from the bed.

But when she moved, she took a breath in pain and couldn't move at all.

She glanced sideways.

The man fell on the bed as if he had passed out.

She stared at him with hatred, trying to see his face, write down his face and hate him all her life.

But the room was so dark that she couldn't see his face clearly.

She felt so sad.

So inexplicably forced to marry, I don't even know the man who robbed me for the first time.

Why? Why did her life get so bad?

She clearly has a boyfriend who has been in love for several years. They have such a good relationship. Why should God treat herself like this?

Why let this man destroy himself this night?

She hates, hates.

But now she can't even see what the man who ruined herself looks like.

She doesn't even know who she should hate.

What should she do? What should I do?

"Kill him!"

Suddenly a terrible voice came out of my mind, like my own, not like my own.

She was startled and shrank into a ball.

Kill him?

How? How can I.

She is a doctor. From childhood, her father taught her that her instinct as a doctor is to treat the sick and save people, so that more people can survive, live healthily and live a happy life.

"You are already unhappy. Do you still want others to be happy? Ha ha! "

Suddenly a sarcastic voice appeared in her mind, and she opened her eyes wide with surprise.

Obviously I'm not talking, but why is this voice so similar to myself?

Her mind seemed to be swayed by the sound.

She said, you are already unhappy. Do you still want others to be happy?

Yes, she is already unhappy. Why should she make this man happy?

The revenge factor of sin works in the body.

Maybe she had enough rest, or maybe she wanted revenge, and her body seemed to suddenly find a trace of strength.

She drew over the quilt to cover her body and reached for the bedside table.

I don't know whether she was lucky or lucky to let her touch a hard object in the dark.

Without thinking about it, she picked it up and swept resentfully towards the vague shadow in the middle of the bed.

It's him! He ruined himself!

She grabbed the hard object in her hand, trembled, and tears flowed down.

Inner grievances and resentments rise to a high point.

Finally broke out in full.

Her eyes sank, took a deep breath, raised her hand and hit it hard.

"Er!"

The sleeping man ate pain, made a painful groan, subconsciously covered his head, and the next moment, his body stiffened and completely fainted.

She looked at the scene in front of her, stopped breathing for a beat, and then gasped heavily. It seemed that she was surprised by her behavior, and the hard objects on her hands fell off.

"Ah --"

Aware that she might have killed someone, she let out a cry of fear, shrank to the head of the bed in horror, stared at the man lying motionless on the bed.

She killed, she killed!

She's a doctor. How can she kill? How?

No, it wasn't her. She didn't kill it. She must not have killed it.

Her hands can only heal and save people. How can she kill people? She just couldn't control herself at all.

The door of the new house was suddenly pushed open.

The old housekeeper who sent the man in rushed in with two bodyguards and ordered them to carry the man on the bed away.

She shrank at the head of the bed and watched the scene helplessly. At the same time, she felt a sense of guilt and secretly hoped that he was not dead

Before leaving, the old housekeeper glared at her and left a cruel word: "if there's anything wrong with the young master, you'll wait for life to be worse than death!"

If there's anything wrong with you, young master, you'll be waiting for life to be worse than death!

Life is better than death

The cruel and vicious words echoed in Gu's mind like a magic sound and could not disappear for a long time.

She tossed her head and tried to get rid of the sound, but she couldn't get rid of it.

Suddenly, she shook her head and opened her eyes.

It was dark all around, and the ceiling was illuminated by the yellowish light at the head of the bed.

She stared rigidly at the ceiling for a long, long time, until all sensory consciousness finally returned to herself, she vaguely smelled a familiar masculine smell, accompanied by the smell of disinfectant.

Here is their bedroom, and the man lying next to her is her husband.

But the terrible new house in my dream.

Gu is still clearly aware of her situation at the moment, but her heart is still not calm, as if she is still in that terrible new house and having that terrible dream.

When she woke up for the first time, she was so frightened that she was covered with cold sweat that she seemed to collapse.

Although she has had that dream countless times, and even had a dream of a girl curled up in a corner covered with blood and scattered with broken limbs of the human body, there is no time like this one that makes her feel deep fear.

She knows why.

Because when she had those dreams before, she looked at them from the perspective of a bystander, but tonight, it was her first personal experience with herself as the protagonist.

When she experienced all that, she felt the sense of panic and powerlessness more deeply.

Also, endless hate.

She is almost sure that the girl in her dream is herself.

Everything in the dream was not imagined out of thin air, but she had experienced it. In her blank memory of the past, many unknown things have happened, which are being reproduced bit by bit through dreams.