Why live?

I feel tired even when I breathe, and I want to free myself but I can't lift my hands, I don't have the strength, and I can't hold the knife.

Don't even have the ability to harm yourself?

It was as if everything had been stripped of it, and only an empty shell with no sense of existence remained.

If you don't eat or drink, you'll probably starve to death.

Even the weakness of the body seems to have been transmitted from another world.

"Yaya, look at me."

Someone sat on the edge of her bed, and she rolled her eyes stiffly.

The face made her heart ache.

She remembered how he lay in his arms with a pale face, the bullet hole in his brow was gone, and he was still alive.

Was it her hallucination?

Is there something wrong with her spirit?

"Yaya, I'm fine."

He took her hand, and she tried to react, but she didn't have the strength.

Her body seemed to be crushed by tiredness, as if she was pressed by an invisible mountain, she couldn't move, she couldn't push the mountain, her heart was very heavy and stuffy.

Suffocate!

Her breathing became less smooth, and her dull mind signaled her.

It's fake, suffocation is fake.

She's still breathing, she's breathing steady.

The feeling of suffocation like drowning is psychological.

But it's still painful.

It seemed to be dark, and it seemed to be bright again.

She used to smile without face and skin, she claimed to be lazy, but in fact she was an idle character.

When I was a child, I looked forward to growing up, I was busy with my studies, I was always in a hurry when I was a teenager, and I was running around to make a living as an adult.

Even though I came here, it seemed to be a lot more comfortable, but in fact, I was always busy as before.

This is the first time she has really 'rested'.

Time seems to pass quickly, and it seems to pass very slowly.

There were some people who came to see her.

Some are acquaintances, some are raw.

There are doctors, and there are some well-known scholars.

They are noisy sometimes.

For her, she herself is like being in the clouds, she can only peek into the hazy world, and often feels like her mind is flying into the depths of the clouds.

She may be waiting to die.

If you lie down like this and die, will you be free?

It seemed that someone was arguing, Nian Chu got angry and pressed Xiu Rin against the wall, and the cold Nian Chu punched Xiu Rin, and then was pulled away by Murong Yanzhou.

He seems to be a little fat.

Bicheng loves stinky beauty, but why not shave and become unkempt?

Er Jin climbed into bed again, grabbed her hand, pressed her hand to his own stomach, and wrapped his arms around her shoulders in the silence of the night.

Xiuzhen walked towards her with a washbasin and helped her wipe her face, as if calling her sister.

Brother Su didn't dare to look at her eyes, and today Yi Nong took a small medical flashlight to shine on her eyes, which was a little dazzling.

She seemed to see Su Yanbai.

The little uncle of the Su family sat on the edge of her bed and sighed silently.

She heard Zijin playing the piano, the notes graceful and gentle, but like time difference.

The short notes seemed to span a few light years before they gradually drilled into her heart.

It was like a faint pebble, knocking out shallow ripples in her heart.

She smelled the paint.

The sun was shining today, and Feng Yu set up a drawing board next to her bed, and he sprinkled paint on the canvas, glancing at her from time to time, and then continued to concentrate on painting.

It seems that someone is scolding her, scolding with laughter.

It was Jingyun, and he scolded her for being a little fool.

Is she stupid?

Yanzhou was in a hurry, and there was a strong smell of blood on his body, but his clothes were clean, as if he had taken a bath.

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