The day went by like this, and in the evening I took some medicine to feel that my arm didn't hurt so much, but as soon as I fell asleep, I felt someone enter the room.

I couldn't hear any footsteps at all, but I just had the feeling that I was being stared at. This made me very uneasy, and I kept thinking to myself: Is it a fuyin or a ghost? Both are equally terrifying to me.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the chair moving.

I wanted to look around, but I couldn't see it, I could only feel someone coming next to me, and after a while, a hand took my hand.

Frankly, I was relieved that at least the other party was a living thing.

My hand was pulled up, and soon, something soft was touched.

Is it a traditional sound?

Is it Britney or ......

Although the matter has already been talked about, there is also a guarantee. But I still didn't dare to make a sound, I didn't dare to move, and I tried to convince myself to fall asleep.

But I couldn't sleep at all.

I could feel the soft flesh lingering on my fingers, sucking, licking, and biting when I was more relaxed, and I was defenseless, sore and numb, and I didn't know if it was a breach of the warranty.

When he was nervous, Fanyin suddenly opened his mouth: "Get up and chat when you wake up." ”

I thought he was tempting me, so I didn't speak.

After a while, he spoke: "I'm going to see a doctor in the afternoon." ”

I didn't speak, but I heard him continue: "They said that I had to accept that personality was me, and I had to find a way to convince him that he was me. ”

I couldn't help but ask, "Are you willing to accept it?" ”

"Do you think that could be me?" He asked rhetorically.

"Possibly." I said, "He has memories that you don't have." ”

He didn't speak.

"And he doesn't hit me." I said, "That's the most important point. ”

"That's right," he said with some mockery in his tone, "and he just killed him." ”

I pulled out the hand he was holding, sat up and asked, "What do you want to talk to me about?" ”

"I want to ask you." After he finished saying this, he was silent for a long time and asked, "Would you like to accompany me for treatment?" ”

I was stunned for a moment.

"The doctor said they had to find an opportunity to talk to him, and if they couldn't, there had to be someone who could do that. They thought I must have experienced something terrible as a child, but I don't remember it myself. His voice was calm: "I want you to ask him." ”

"That's what we planned." I said, "But you've been chasing me, and I don't have time to do that." ”

"Thank you." His tone was a little awkward: "Children are my last hope, and I don't want anything to happen to them." ”

"Can I ask you a question, then?" I said, "If you don't want to answer, forget it, but don't hit me." ”

"What are you afraid of with a warranty?"

"I'm afraid your words don't count."

He laughed, "Just ask." ”

I plucked up the courage and asked, "What kind of person is Amelie?" ”

He was silent for a long time before he said, "I don't know either." ”

"Don't know? Don't you know her? ”

"Lingling," his tone was a little tangled, "I don't think I love you at all." ”

"I know." Love me will not be willing to do this to me. Ironically, I don't know if I still love him. Our relationship has become like a handful of tangled hair, with no point to be straightened out.

"Have you thought about the reason?"

"Didn't think about it." I said, "Loving someone is an emotional thing, and you don't need a reason. ”

"Because you're so easy to understand, but Amelie is different, I never get to know her. In my days with her, I always felt like I was on an adventure. "So I don't know her, I can't describe what kind of person she is," he said. All I know is that I love her so much. I've had so many women, but no one has ever felt the same way for me. ”

"Did she hurt you?"

"Yes, she hurts me almost every day." His tone was very low: "She's not the type like you, who will let me bully, so as long as the slightest disobedience goes wrong, she will retaliate against me." Like my dad said, if you were her now, then she would have plotted against me a long time ago. But I probably just like her, and I hate weak kindness, even though such people are 'great'. ”

"And does she love you?"

"Love."

"Why do you think so?"

"She has been by my side since I was a child, and no matter what happened to me, she never left me." His tone was gentle: "I think she loves me." ”

"And do you think I love you?"

"You?" He laughed, "You're just putting up with me." ”

I was a little hurt and didn't speak.

He seemed to sense my strangeness and said, "It's not that you don't want to go, but you can't." This is not the same as you actively wanting to stay by my side, not to mention that even if you love, you don't love me. ”

I still didn't speak.

He was silent for a while, then said, "Sorry, my words are a bit heavy. If you're not happy, then I'll take it back. ”

I wiped tears from my face and said, "I think those bad memories might irritate him when I talk to the second person." If he can't control himself again, he may have to tie you up and lock you up. ”

He didn't speak.

I thought he was listening, so I continued: "So during this time, you should recuperate first, and I also want to recuperate first, not to mention that you have to talk to him slowly." I hope you can adjust your mentality, and if you are locked up again, don't seek death. It's painful, but your parents still need you with stars and thoughts. ”

"What about you?" He asked suddenly.

"I ......," I said, "whether I can help you get cured this time or I can't help you, we'll all get divorced." I'm not going to put up with you here, and I'm not going nowhere. I can live by myself or choose someone else, and I ...... It's not that you are born with a penchant for being bullied. ”

I couldn't go on, I felt so sad. I couldn't see anything in my eyes, and it hurt so much that I felt hopeless.

"Oh." He said lightly: "What about Niannian? ”

"If you're cured, keep her by your side. If not, I'll talk to my dad again. "I made up my mind.

"Oh." He said, "Didn't I already write a guarantee?" Why are you doing this? ”

"Because ......" Forget it, I don't want to say: "I've always planned to do so, but I just didn't have a chance to tell you." Originally, what I liked was the person who was good to me, not you. If your illness is cured, then the person who was good to me will not be there. If you're not doing well, I don't want to live the way I am now. The world is so big, there are too many people who can be good to me. ”

"Oh." He said, "Pu Lan is good to you, choose him." ”

"You don't have to worry about it." I asked, "Are you okay?" I'll go to sleep when it's okay. ”

"It's okay." His tone seemed to be happy: "Do you need to change your eyes?" ”

"I'll call the doctor myself."

I didn't hear him speak again, only the sound of the legs of the chair rubbing against the floor, and the doors opening and closing.

I was finally the only one left in the ward.

But I couldn't sleep at all, so I sat there and "looked" at the darkness.

I'm actually a very naïve person. I can tolerate that he is sick, that he bullies me, and that I can find a reason to forgive. But I don't want to hear him say he doesn't love me, even if I know it in my own heart.

I don't know why.

Maybe it's because he really doesn't have any good left, and only this one still gives me a little room for fantasy.

So I don't want to be with him anymore. When this is done, I will divorce him, and if their family does not agree, I will go to my adoptive father.

Anyway, I won't stay here anymore.

The soaked gauze stuffed my eyes, which made me feel even more uncomfortable, so I removed it, regardless of whether it would hurt my eyes, at least it breathed.

I wiped my tears, and my eyes were still so dark, as if I was completely blind.

Maybe you're really blind, right? The thought of this makes me want to cry even more.

Even a dog knows how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, what have I been doing all these years?

Suddenly, a hand pressed against my head.

I shuddered defenselessly, and at the same time, something soft pressed against my lips.

The familiar smell woke me up, and I quickly pushed him with my only remaining hand, but he grabbed his wrist.

I was so uncomfortable that I wanted to cry even more, so he relented, wiped my face with his hand, and was still laughing: "Aren't you going to sleep?" ”

I struggled with my wrist, but I still couldn't break free, so I had to stay still and sit in silence.

He didn't move at first, and then, with his upper body pressed down, he put his arms around my back, put his cheek on my cheek, and said with a smile, "What a child." ”

I don't want to answer.

"In order not to divorce this marriage, I promised to let him dig up the grave, and the guarantee was also written." He stroked my back and asked in a low voice, "You actually want to leave?" ”

I didn't say anything.

"Stupid pig." He patted me on the back, kissed me on the cheek, and let go of his hand.

I don't know what he wants, and at this moment, my heart is in turmoil. A little happy, but afraid of being happy and then flipping.

He sat on the edge of the bed and waited for a while, probably feeling bored, and said, "I'll go see a doctor." ”

"No, I'll call it myself." I said, "If you're all right, go and rest." ”

"Still angry?" He smiled again: "Hasn't it already been explained?" ”

I didn't speak.

"Don't cry." He wiped my face with his hand again and said, "I'm just kidding to see if you're going to get angry." ”

"I don't think you're joking." I said, "Don't explain, I don't care about that." I'm sure I'll help you seriously, you don't have to be afraid of me getting angry. ”

He didn't move or say anything, and after a while, leaned over and put his arm around my shoulder again.

I writhed and struggled, but suddenly I felt something hard pressed against my neck. His voice was a little slurred: "If you twist it again, you will bite." ”