It was dark in the room, and only a little light came in through the gaps in the curtains that had not been drawn.

After Xie Jingchen entered the house from the corridor with the overhead light on, he couldn't adapt to the darkness for a while, and subconsciously wanted to reach out and turn on the light.

As soon as his hand touched the switch in his hand, he was stopped by An Ruqiao.

"Don't turn on the lights!"

An Ruqiao's current physical strength was not enough, and she was a little out of breath after shouting that sentence, but she didn't want Xie Jingchen to find out what was wrong, so she could only come in to stabilize her breath and slow down the frequency of wheezing.

"If you can't see it...... Just use your phone as a flashlight, don't look around...... Go to bed by yourself, and wake up tomorrow and leave by yourself. ”

An Ruqiao's voice in the latter sentence was very small, but it was very clear in Xie Jingchen's ears.

Even her restrained breathing could be heard clearly.

"Are you uncomfortable? Do you want to take you to the hospital? ”

An Ruqiao tightened herself, wanting the sofa and quilt to give her a little sense of security. Her hallucinations were connected to the dream she had had before, in which, after opening the door, her mother had "offered" herself to the prophet to beg for something else.

barely distinguishing the difference between reality and illusion, he gritted his teeth and replied to Xie Jingchen, "No...... You don't have to worry about ......."

She chose to take this trick herself, and she could bear the consequences by herself.

Xie Jingchen complied with her, took his hand away from the switch, turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, and only shone the way to the only bed in the room, and when he saw the sofa and the figure curled up on it, he turned the phone in the opposite direction.

With the light of his mobile phone, Xie Jingchen walked to the bedside.

When he passed by the sofa, he wasted a lot of strength to control himself from looking at An Ruqiao.

He was a little concerned about An Ruqiao's condition.

Listening to the voice, she seemed to be very uncomfortable.

walked to the bed, took out the disposable slippers at the bedside, and was about to change his shoes, when Xie Jingchen paused. He didn't stop to rest when he was running around today, and he was suddenly a little cramped...... I'm worried about smelling on my feet.

Of course, I don't have foot odor in normal times, but if I walk too much today, I will sweat my feet.

Tentatively taking off a shoe, Xie Jingchen picked it up and sniffed it......

It's okay, it's okay, it doesn't smell good.

Otherwise...... An Ruqiao was already uncomfortable now, but he still borrowed it...... He was afraid of being disliked by An Ruqiao.

Xie Jingchen folded his clothes and lay down. There was no quilt on the bed, the weather was still a little cold, the air conditioning was turned on in the house, and the constant temperature was set at 25 degrees. He only took off his coat and hesitated to take a shower.

If he doesn't take a shower before going to bed, he always feels dirty. But it's not good for him to go to the bathroom without An Ruqiao's permission......

Moreover, lying on the bed, very close to An Ruqiao, her voice was heard more clearly. Her gasps were short, as if she was about to run out of breath. Occasionally, there is a moan or two, spilling out of between the lips and teeth.

This subtle, suppressed painful voice made Xie Jingchen very worried.

"Do you have menstrual cramps? Would you like to drink some hot water? Or can I go downstairs and buy you some painkillers? ”

Xie Jingchen speculated wildly. He had heard his sister say that some girls would die of pain when they had menstrual cramps, and now he thought of it.

An Ruqiao's consciousness had begun to blur.

In the hallucination, after she was taken away, she began to live a "experimental" life that she had long been accustomed to, day after day. Take pills, injections, train, record.

She remembered that she had escaped, but had forgotten how she had done it.

Suddenly hearing Xie Jingchen's voice, An Ruqiao's consciousness that was about to be lost was pulled back into reality.

She still wanted to pretend that she was fine, but she still stubbornly responded: "...... Don't you care......"

“…… No...... me ......"

You can't save me anyway. No one can save me. All I can do is rely on myself and pull that person down with me before I go to hell.

Xie Jingchen sat up from the bed. To him, An Ruqiao's voice was already like an unconscious murmur. He discerned it for a long time before he could tell what she was saying.

Then, Xie Jingchen decided to be nosy.

With a "snap", turn on the light.

The light suddenly illuminated the room brightly, and Xie Jingchen closed his eyes before he could adapt to the light.

An Ruqiao, who was almost unconscious, was stimulated by the light, and her eyelids trembled slightly. She tried to open her eyes, but she didn't have the strength anymore.

Xie Jingchen walked to the side of the sofa and observed An Ruqiao's condition.

Her eyes were closed, and a drop of sweat fell from her forehead and nose. The shredded hair on his forehead was also wet with sweat and stuck to his face.

In the past, when I saw her, her lips were full and ruddy, like a vermilion fruit that was about to be seduced. But now, her lips were pale, chapped, and white as if they were about to molt.

"An Ruqiao?"

Xie Jingchen tried to call her, but could not get a response.

Immediately, Xie Jingchen reached out, and as soon as he touched her forehead, he couldn't help but shrink back.

It's not a hand, it's too cold.

Not quite right.

In order to verify his conjecture, Xie Jingchen lifted the quilt on An Ruqiao's body.

An Ruqiao curled up, and there was no reaction when the quilt was lifted, she was only wearing a thin nightgown, her hands were tightly clasping her arms, her knuckles were white, and her nails were about to dig into her skin.

Her body trembled, her consciousness lost in the harsh memories of dreams and hallucinations.

Xie Jingchen secretly said that it was not good, this situation looked like a withdrawal reaction.

"Anruqiao! Anrujo! Don't hurt yourself! ”

Xie Jingchen shouted as loudly as she could, hoping to regain her consciousness. At the same time, he reached for An Ruqiao's hand and forcibly removed her hand from her bruised arm.

An Ruqiao struggled, like a fish that had come ashore and was about to suffocate to death.

Xie Jingchen squatted down, held her hand, and held her hands, so that she would not have another chance to pinch herself. With both hands clenched, Anruqiao's nails dug into his skin, causing a sharp tingling pain.

Xie Jingchen is very afraid of pain, and his pain nerves are sensitive, but while feeling the pain at this time, he put all his heart on An Ruqiao.

"An Ruqiao, be sober, don't be afraid, with me, I won't let you have anything!"

An Ruqiao, who was hallucinating, heard his voice.

How did she get away ten years ago?

At that time, there seemed to be someone who said to her, "An Ruqiao, believe me, with me, I won't let you have any problems!" ”

Hallucinations and reality overlapped, and the person who couldn't be seen clearly in his memory coincided with Xie Jingchen, and An Ruqiao tried to deliver his trust as he did ten years ago.

"Help me...... Save me......" As she murmured, her hand tightened tighter and tighter, pinching the blood marks on Xie Jingchen's skin, like a drowning man grasping the last straw.

This is the second time in An Ruqiao's life that she has asked for help.