"Aunt Fu, please let me meet Brother Rong, please don't withdraw from the marriage, after I marry Brother Rong, he can take a concubine, I will not interfere with him marrying other women, you just need to give me a courtyard in the mansion, so that I can see him every day......"

"It's funny to marry you, you're not a real woman at all, and not only that, you're also a broom star, and whoever marries you is bad luck!"

"I will find another family for our family Rong'er, if you still take care of the face of your Nalan family, don't come to pester my son again, we will only say to the outside world that the two of you are incompatible, and the marriage will be stopped, otherwise, I will sue your Nalan family for cheating on marriage, I actually want to send a monster to our Fu family and spread it, your Nalan family is not just discredited!"

……

"Yue'er, don't be like this, it's not your fault, even if no one marries you in the future, you still have Eniang, Amma, and your brother, Eniang begs you not to hurt yourself anymore......"

"I'm a monster that no one wants, a scourge, why didn't you strangle me when I was born?"

"E-Niang, you always say that there will be a way to cure this disease, but I have seen so many doctors, it is useless, I am fed up, I am really fed up......"

……

"Who are you? Why are you nosy? Why save me, people like me don't deserve to live in this world......"

"Isn't it that as long as someone is willing to marry you, you won't think about it like that?"

"Yes, who wants to live with a monster for the rest of their lives?"

"Be my wife, I need a wife, nominally, I will give you the qiē you want, except for my heart, of course, I know you don't need it either. ”

……

On the carved big bed of rosewood, Shen Zhiyue slowly opened his eyes, and subconsciously touched his face, and sure enough, tears were wet.

Lately she has been dreaming repeatedly. A long and sad dream, in which all kinds of characters are strange and familiar, as if they are inextricably linked to her. But she was thousands of miles away.

She closed her eyes again, and some fragments of the dream came to her mind, vague but unreal, and her hand ran down her cheek, and finally covered the place of her heart. It hurt there, but not the angina that had tormented her for so many years.

The corners of her lips slightly hooked up a bitter smile, rubbed her somewhat sore neck, lifted the brocade quilt, and she turned over and got out of bed.

It is already Dongyue, and it has been more than three months since she completed the operation, but she feels that her life is like a year, and every time she opens her eyes and sees the Qiqi around her that originally belonged to Nalan Xinyue, she will feel extremely guilty. But at this point, she had no way to compensate her except to live well in her place.

She walked to the dresser and sat down, her eyes calmly looked at her still pale and haggard face in the mirror, and her slightly cool fingertips gently brushed the uneven imprint on her cheeks, which was really ugly.

The bedroom door was gently pushed open with a "squeak", and Hong Qiao walked in and handed her a delicate white porcelain medicine box, "This is an ointment prepared according to the recipe given by the young lady, can you see if it is right." ”

Shen Zhiyue took the medicine box. Unscrewed the lid, sniffed the scent, and scratched the back of his hand with his fingernails.

"Miss......"

Hong Qiao was shocked and instinctively wanted to take her hand. But she stopped her loudly: "It's okay." ”

She took some of the white ointment and tried it on the back of her blood-stained hand, and when she first applied it there was a cool sensation, but gradually it began to heat up again, until it became hot and painful, and then it dropped to freezing, and so on. The wound was a little itchy and not very comfortable.

However, she smiled slightly, and instructed Hong Qiao: "You go out, there is nothing for you here." ”

Hong Qiao hesitated and refused to leave, Shen Zhiyue couldn't help but put on a straight face, and she reluctantly retreated.

After the bedroom door was closed, Shen Zhiyue looked at his ugly face in the glass mirror again, opened the drawer on the right side casually, and took out a dagger from it.

The dagger was unsheathed, and the sharp tip of the knife pressed against the necrotic skin on the cheek, glowing with a faint cold, somewhat terrifying.

She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and her heart was ruthless, the tip of the knife cut through the scar that had already scabbed, she cut off the necrotic skin little by little in the mirror, every time she moved the knife, her body couldn't help twitching, her forehead and palms were cold sweat, even though it was extremely painful, she always gritted her teeth and didn't say a word.

At the end of the last knife, her hand was trembling and could not hold the handle, and the dagger fell to the ground with a "clang", and at this moment, the bedroom door was pushed open again, bringing in the cold breath of wind and frost in the room.

"What are you doing?"

When the visitor saw the scene in the house, he didn't bother to go to the stove to dispel the cold on his body, so he strode over her body, and his eyes that had always been cold and indifferent seemed to be about to breathe fire, and he couldn't help yelling at her: "Are you hurting yourself? Do you have to torture yourself like this?"

Jiang Chengfeng stretched out his hand to touch her bloody cheek, but he paused in mid-air, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, he turned around and wanted to get the medicine box, but she pulled his sleeve, "The medicine is here......"

Her voice was hoarse from the extreme pain, her teeth chattered when she spoke, and her thin bedclothes were soaked with cold sweat, so you can imagine what kind of inhuman torture she is experiencing at the moment, it is cutting flesh, men may not be able to bear such a sin, let alone a weak woman who has just recovered from a serious illness.

At her suggestion, he carefully drugged her cheeks, and wanted to ask her the reason several times, but when he saw that she was obviously in pain, but she always endured it, he couldn't say a word of distress.

He really can't do anything about this little woman, for more than three months, they rarely communicate, she always deliberately avoids him, and he is ashamed to face her, he knows that she is complaining in her heart that he took it upon himself to change Xinyue's heart for her, but the situation at that time did not allow him to hesitate, at the moment when Xinyue breathed, he made that decision almost instinctively, he wanted her to live, even if it was ashamed of everyone, he wanted her to live.

After suppressing it for a long time, he still said in a deep voice: "If it hurts, call it out, it will be a little better." ”

Shen Zhiyue shook his head and reluctantly pulled out a smile at him, "I don't hurt, really." ”

Jiang Chengfeng's hand paused slightly, and he couldn't help but scold anymore: "Why do you want to do this?" The wound had already scabbed over, but she cut it open alive, which was not something a normal person would do at all. (To be continued.) )