I, Qing Huan

Zhu Qinghuan saw Nanyang fell asleep, so he went back to the room alone. She took out a computer in the room to write a diary, and by the way, she stroked her own script. Before she knew it, it got dark.

After she sat with a sore neck, she got up and stretched her waist. When she stretched her forearm, she remembered Nan Yang who was still sleeping on the sofa.

Would you like to take a look?

Zhu Qinghuan remembered her drunk appearance during the day, said that she was noisy, and she was staying in front of the candied haws, and couldn't help but smile with her lips. She opened the door lightly, and the living room outside was dark. She walked to the sofa with the light from the bedroom, and looked down at Nanyang who was asleep.

Nanyang was still in the same posture that he had just fallen asleep, with his face side pillowed on the red cushion, his breathing was shallow, and his long hair covered his back.

Zhu Qinghuan felt relieved seeing her sleeping soundly, and turned and walked towards the bathroom.

As she stepped into the bathroom, she paused.

wrong.

Red... red cushions?

Aren’t all white cushions on her sofa?

Zhu Qinghuan hurriedly turned around and bent down to check. She tremblingly touched the cushion on Nanyang's pillow and found that one hand was sticky and wet. Raising the palm of his hand, it was full of dazzling red blood.

The heartbeat seemed to stop.

His gaze fell on Nan Yang's sleeping face again, and after looking carefully for two seconds, she could see that her nose was bleeding. She shed a lot of blood, she never knew that a person with a nosebleed can actually shed so much, so much that all the cushions are dyed red.

Zhu Qinghuan was frightened. She tried to call Nanyang's name twice, but she didn't get a response at all. After she recovered, she immediately called the 120 emergency number.

What followed was a long wait for helplessness and sluggishness. I don’t know how long there was a knock on the door. She went to open the door, and there was noisy around her again. She was a little dazed, only knowing that she seemed to be following Nantong into the ambulance, and there seemed to be a lot of cameras carrying cameras. Of people are surrounding the stretcher in Nanyang. Nan Yang, who was lying on the stretcher, was still bleeding her nose, as if she couldn't finish it. Half of her face was covered with blood, and even the white shirt on that side was dyed red.

After Zhu Qinghuan came back to his senses, he found that he was already sitting on the bench in the hospital.

The doctor came out of the ward with the clip, saw her sitting at the door, and asked, "Are you her family member?"

Zhu Qinghuan stood up hurriedly and nodded: "It's...me, I'm her wife."

"Well," the doctor opened the case. "She has too much nosebleeds, some anemia, and she has been hanged with plasma. Although she has a lot of fluids depending on the situation, the magic is that there is no major damage to the body. The cause is still I didn't see it, it may be due to heat or other reasons. In short, her body is very weak and her nosebleeds are normal."

As he said, the doctor closed the case, a little serious between his eyebrows: "Do you know what happened to her right hand?"

Zhu Qinghuan looked at the doctor in confusion.

"Her right hand tendon was broken, and until now, the tendon is still missing. It may be more serious than nosebleeds. Although it will not be fatal, she will continue to have severe pain. If there is no analgesic, It's hard to live a normal life."

Zhu Qinghuan was taken aback.

Flashed in his mind.

Suddenly she remembered Nanyang's right hand, which was always trembling when she put the sauce, and the ugly and crooked fonts on that notebook.

And in the nanny's car that night, she held her head with her right hand for an hour.

It turned out to be... Was the right wrist muscle broken?

If she could be a little slower and more careful when wiping her hands, would she be able to find something wrong with that hand?

When Zhu Qinghuan was full of confusion, he suddenly heard the sound of crutches slamming on the ground from the corridor in the distance. She heard the reputation, and it was Mei Zhongli. Not only Mei Zhongli came, but also Sun Guohui and Sun Xuxue.

Zhu Qinghuan suddenly became scared.

As expected, Mei Zhongli glared at her sharply, as if complaining that she hadn't taken good care of Nanyang.

The doctor continued: "She is awake now, you can go in and see her."

Mei Zhongli led a group of people into the ward first, and Zhu Qinghuan hesitated to follow. Of course she wanted to see Nanyang, but she was so afraid of Mei Zhongli, she also felt very self-blame, and couldn't stop thinking about whether Nanyang's nosebleeds were related to her bonbon chocolate?

Nan Yang leaned on the bed, his face pale as paper, and his cheeks bitten tightly.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Mei Zhongli. But when she saw Qing Huan who was standing at the back, her eyes tightened and she asked Mei Zhongli coldly:

"Who let her in?"

Zhu Qinghuan was taken aback.

A layer of mist instantly floated to the fundus of the eyes.

she was……

Is she angry with herself?

Mei Zhongli glared at Zhu Qinghuan again and gave Sun Xuxue a look. Sun Xuxue immediately patted Zhu Qinghuan on the shoulder and took her away from the ward. After pacifying a few words outside, Sun Xuxue returned immediately.

"The door is closed."

Nan Yang ordered.

Sun Guohui, standing at the back, closed the door and left the lock.

Seeing that the door was closed tightly, Nan Yang finally let her brows vent the pain of being tortured, she collapsed on the side of the bed with her barely supported body, her pure black hair hanging down to the ground.

"Hurry up..." Nan Yang trembled, sweating on his forehead, "Give me an analgesic."

When Mei Zhongli heard her say "injection", she knew that something was in trouble. Nanyang is a person who can bear the pain very much. No matter how painful she is, she can only take a few pills of ibuprofen. She can say "analgesic injection", which means that she has no time to wait for the capsule to work in the stomach.

"I'll go to the doctor now!" Mei Zhongli said immediately.

"The door... the door opened a bit smaller," Nan Yang raised Khan Jinjin's eyelids with difficulty, "Don't let her see me."

A trace of pain flashed across Mei Zhongli's eyes and nodded.

Nan Yang's left hand curled up beside the bed, not knowing whether to cover the scar on his heart or cover his broken right wrist. Her head hung on the edge and she was still trying her best to endure it. Sun Xuxue could see what she was enduring, so she hurriedly took the trash can, put the plastic bag in it, and put it next to Nanyang.

Nanyang finally couldn't hold back, and vomited a mouthful of blood.

Bright red blood dripped intermittently into the trash can along her chin. She vomited a lot, and in the end the blood was mixed with the sticky saliva in her mouth, and a long line of blood hung from her lower lip.

It hurts really.

Her heart, her right wrist, and the blood on her body were painful as if she was about to break her bones inch by inch. Under the severe pain, her reason could hardly suppress the impulse. At this moment, she could not wait to insert the knife into her chest immediately to end this endless purgatory.

"Old ancestor..." Sun Xuxue's distress was overwhelming.

Sun Guohui was silent on the side. He lived longer than Liu Zhen and Mei Zhongli, and he followed Nanyang for longer. He had seen Nanyang like this countless times. He was distressed, but more of them were numb.

Yes, countless times.

Nanyang himself is almost numb.

For three thousand years, she knew that she should bear such a price when she chose the forbidden technique from the beginning.

The doctor came quickly and injected the medicine into Nanyang according to Mei Zhongli's request.

The pillows and large sheets of sheets were all wet with sweat.

After a while, her expression slowly returned to its usual plainness. Sun Xuxue, who had just entered, took a tissue and thoughtfully wiped the sweat off her forehead and face.

She took a tissue from Sun Xuxue's hand expressionlessly, opened her mouth slightly, and wiped off the bitten blood from the tip of her tongue.

Sun Xuxue's eyes were tearful: "Ancestor, don't you bite your tongue every time, okay? If your tongue is broken, you can't even eat food. You can't help but bit your lip. At least I can give it. You apply medicine..."

"The lips are broken, she will see it."

Nan Yang said lightly.

Sun Xuxue opened her mouth, her tears streaming down, she couldn't say a word.

"Xuxue, give me a mirror." Nan Yang looked at her.

Sun Xuxue hurriedly took out a small mirror and handed it to Nanyang's hand shivering.

Nanyang opened the mirror and looked at his face carefully in it. She was still a little pale, and there was a little solidified blood scab on the corner of her mouth. She wiped it off with paper little by little, folded the paper towel several times to wrap the blood scum, and threw it into the trash can.

"You go out and ask her to come in."

The tidied Nanyang sat on the bedside and scanned the idle people in the room.

"Yes, ancestor."

Everyone knelt down, kowtow to the south to greet them, and left the room one by one.

"Little Lizi." Nan Yang called.

Mei Zhongli immediately stopped and bowed his head respectfully, "What's the matter, Patriarch?"

"You ran so far for me in the middle of the night. I am very grateful to take care of me." When Mei Zhongli was about to speak, Nan Yang raised his hand to interrupt him and continued, "But, I don't want to see you use that way again. Staring at her."

Mei Zhongli reacted and bends down in fright: "My ancestor, I..."

"You don't need to kneel," Nan Yang stopped him from wanting to kneel down, turning his head to the side, in a shallow voice, "I'm not blaming you, I just want you to know, maybe she was yours for the past ten years A vassal is a tool you use to please me. But now she is my wife and is equal to me. I am not asking you to kneel down on her, I mean, you have to learn in communication Respect her is just like respecting me. She is also considered your master uncle after all. Understand?"

Mei Zhongli lowered his head: "I...I understand, don't worry."

Nan Yang looked at him, eyebrows curled: "Okay, go to rest early, you have worked hard tonight."

"Thank you ancestors for your understanding." Mei Zhongli bowed again and walked out.

When everyone was gone, Nan Yang lowered his eyes to caress a piece of thread on the white quilt, and waited quietly for Qing Huan to come in.

After a while, Zhu Qinghuan walked in slowly, his eyes red and his movements were cautious. Seeing Nanyang leaning against the bed, she stopped from a distance, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for me?" Nanyang smiled gently at her, "I got a nosebleed in the middle of the night. You sent me to the hospital. I should thank you."

"If it weren't for my bonbon..."

"It has nothing to do with chocolate," Nan Yang's voice is also very soft, "It's delicious. I said, I want to eat it again."

Zhu Qinghuan resisted the urge to cry and asked, "Did you not be angry with me just now?"

"I..." Nan Yang suddenly remembered that she had just murdered her in a hurry. She had been married to her for a while, and had never spoken to her in that tone. She must have been scared, and her heart was filled with guilt. "I'm sorry, it's none of your business. It's me... I'm in a daze and recognize you as someone else."

"..." Zhu Qinghuan was silent.

"Get closer to me." Nan Yang deliberately lowered the voice.

Zhu Qinghuan bit her lip, couldn't bear Nan Yang's tone, and moved in small steps.

For a while, she couldn't hold back, and asked: "What is good about me, it is worthy of you to like me so much?"

Nan Yang was startled, pursed his lips, and smiled:

"Look, you don't like me. You put chocolate in my pocket. It's so kind, of course it deserves my liking."

Every sentence of Nan Yang softly hit Zhu Qinghuan's heart.

Faced with such Nanyang, how could she not be moved at all?

Don't say that she Zhu Qinghuan, how could anyone be so beloved by Nanyang? But she couldn't believe her. She was afraid that she would take it seriously. She really fell in love with her presumptuously, but she turned away from herself. She was afraid that she would finally like someone, but what she gained was disappointment and even despair. She didn't dare to sink herself, she didn't have any chips, she couldn't afford to gamble on anything.

However, when Nan Yang looked at her with those eyes, she had an urge to believe her desperately.

Such affectionate and long eyes.

It seems that she has loved her for centuries.

Nanyang saw the movement in Qing Huan's eyes, and she trembled in her heart, but managed to maintain her sanity with difficulty.

"You don't have psychological pressure. If you don't like me, you can still dislike me. Don't violate your own heart because of a little guilt." Nan Yang said slowly, "Qinghuan, I just hope you can be truly happy , As long as you live happily, whether you love me or not, I don’t care."

Her tone was not greasy love words, she uttered every word so sincerely, as if she wrapped her heart in her blood and held it to the other person.

She said, as long as you can live happily.

Love me or not, I don’t care.

As long as you can live.

For a long time, Qing Huan's tears flowed down the corner of her eyes, choked up and asked:

"What if... I want to divorce you?"