Qiao Wan was dizzy from the fall, and it took a long time to struggle to get up.

It was pitch black, there was no light in sight, and there was silence.

Suddenly, Qiao Wan felt as if she had returned to the demon cave that had tormented her for four years.

beatings, torture, insults, injections......

The body began to tremble violently and it was difficult to breathe.

Lamp.

Where are the lights?

Qiao Wan's back was pressed against the wall, grasping the quilt with one hand, and fumbling with the switch on the wall in a panic with the other.

I couldn't find it.

"Save ...... Help ......" Qiao Wan gasped violently and screamed: "Lamp, I want a lamp!" ”

Almost as soon as she screamed, the lights in the room suddenly came on.

Seeing only a figure in front of him, Qiao Wan pounced directly, hugged Fu Xingzhi's neck tightly, and his body trembled so much that he couldn't make a sound.

Fu Xingzhi turned off the lights just to give her a gift, but he didn't expect her to be afraid of the dark.

Suddenly, he thought of the four years she had spent in a psychiatric hospital......

The first time I saw her photo, she was lying in a dark room, her body curled up in pain from the pain.

Fu Xingzhi's eyes were gloomy, he pulled her petite body into his arms, stroked her hair with his big hand, and comforted her softly: "There is light." ”

As she said to him: When you open your eyes, there is light.

Qiao Wan bit her lip tightly until she tasted the scarlet blood in her mouth and felt the pain.

"Don't ...... Don't turn off the lights, I'm scared. ”

The girl lay weakly in Fu Xingzhi's arms, a thin layer of cold sweat oozed from her body, and her trembling body slowly calmed down.

Fu Xingzhi lifted her chin, his dark eyes stared deeply at her pale face, and the place of his heart seemed to be filled with thousands of catties, which weighed him down.

"Scared?"

Qiao Wan weakly let Fu Xingzhi fiddle, and she almost collapsed with wave after wave of fright, and her tears could no longer be controlled.

Fu Xingzhi...... What do you want from me? Qiao Wan stared at him and asked weakly: "I don't owe you, why do you hold on to me?" ”

"I beg you, will you let me go?" Qiao Wan said and cried: "I'm really tired. ”

As he spoke, his forehead leaned weakly on his shoulder.

There were so many things on her that she really couldn't breathe.

"Not good!" Fu Xingzhi half-squatted in front of her, his dark eyes were dyed blood-red, his voice was hoarse, and there was no room for negotiation: "Qiao Wan, I want you!" ”

Qiao Wan was powerless to refute, and smiled helplessly: "Okay, I promise!" ”

Hearing Qiao Wan's words, Fu Xingzhi was stunned for a while.

Promise him what?

"You said, let me go after a year." Qiao Wan's wet eyes met his, and he couldn't tell the emotions inside: "If this sentence still counts, I promise." ”

Promised to stay by his side and leave after a year.

One year ......

Scold.

"Aren't you afraid that when the year is up, I won't let you go?" Fu Xingzhi tugged at his cool lips, and his breathing was out of rhythm.

"I'm afraid." Qiao Wan pursed her dry lips, her eyes were distracted, and she cried: "But that's always hope, isn't it?" ”

It's better than now, endlessly entangled.

After staring at Qiao Wan for a long time, Fu Xingzhi suddenly held his forehead and laughed.

She couldn't see the hurt in his laughter, the pain in his laughter.

"Okay, I'll let you go in a year." Fu Xingzhi raised his hand, his calloused fingertips slid across her face, and his eyes darkened: "Definitely, let you go!" ”

Whether he will regret it or not, Qiao Wan doesn't know, and he doesn't want to dwell on it......

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Ah, the gift is still to come, embarrassing.