Jin Zhuoqi had just come out of the study to take a shower, and the sound insulation was not very good, and the door of her bedroom was not completely closed, even if it was not high or low, it was enough for Jin Zhuoqi to hear clearly.

He walked over quickly and stopped at the door, his eyes fell on Nie Zhao, who was lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling with his eyes open, maybe not looking, but the posture before going to bed was like this, and it was the same when he opened his eyes after waking up.

"What's wrong?" He asked, frowning, as he walked over.

Nie Zhao tilted his head, his face exposed to his sight.

He was pale, his lips were dry, and his hair on his forehead was covered with sweat.

"Brother Zhuo, I'm in so much pain."

Jin Zhuoqi strode over, lying on the side of the bed, looking at Nie Zhao's abnormal appearance, he was at a loss, he didn't dare to touch her, his throat and eyes tightened: "What does it hurt?" ”

Nie Zhao shook his head, a whimpering sound came out of his throat, and he shook his head helplessly and said, "It hurts." ”

Her expression looked pained, her brow furrowed, her neck covered with sweat, and her beautiful eyes were wide open and filled with water.

Nie Zhao's breathing was a little uncomfortable, she just felt pain, as before, when her fingers really touched a certain place, she felt that the pain did not come from that part.

The pain is maddening.

She could only clutch the quilt tightly, her whole body constricted, and her forehead rubbed against the pillow, trying to find some way to relieve it.

Jin Zhuoqi's mind was blank for a second, and he hurriedly went to the study to get his mobile phone, but before he could go far, he was stopped by Nie Zhao.

"No, it'll be fine in a while."

Nie Zhao held his hand tightly, his fingers were very strong, but the whole person looked extremely fragile.

"In the hospital, too, the doctor said that I had a psychological problem and could not be examined."

Jin Zhuoqi sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed her fingers tightly with both hands, pursed her lips and asked, "Then what should I do?" ”

Nie Zhao's voice suddenly quieted down, his long eyelashes flickered, and his eyes began to be a little pantothenic.

Jin Zhuoqi's eyes gradually cooled, and his fingers suddenly pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head, and her entire face was exposed to the light, and her expression was calm.

"Nie Zhao, you can cut me."

"Don't touch yourself."

Nie Zhao suddenly wanted to cry, she opened her eyes wide to look in Jin Zhuoqi's direction, and stretched out her hand to hug him.

Why is she like this?

Not even herself.

There are a lot of scars on his body, and he is so ugly.

She was disgusting.

Jin Zhuoqi quickly wrapped her whole person in his arms and hugged her very tightly, and he could feel that Nie Zhao was trembling all over his body in pain, and the person kept shrinking into his arms.

He knew Nie Zhao's temperament, if he didn't really can't stand it, he wouldn't be like this.

He didn't let go at all, but hugged her silently, wiped the tears that had just left in the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, kissed her lips very lightly, and rubbed on her lips, as if to soothe.

The voice has also slowed down a lot: "If it hurts, bite me." ”

"Brother Zhuo is here."

Chapter 48

Nie Zhao was sweating profusely, the air conditioner in the room was turned on sufficiently, Jin Zhuoqi didn't dare to leave to debug, hugged Nie Zhao tightly, and didn't dare to sleep all night, for fear that something would happen to her again.

It was hard for Jin Zhuoqi to imagine how she had survived that year, and when he asked the doctor how she was doing, the doctor's mouth was only cold words and a medical examination report, and the sympathy in his eyes was insignificant.

When he took Nie back, he also knew that her physical condition was very poor, and she was only superficially holding back, and sooner or later it would be exposed.

But I didn't expect it to be like this.

Jin Zhuoqi locked her tightly in his arms, lowered his eyes, rubbed his forehead against hers, and called softly, "Nie Zhao." ”

"Jin Zhuoqi, do you regret it?"

Nie Zhao's eyes were a little red, she couldn't imagine what she was like at this time, she only felt that she should be no different from the madman in the mental hospital, and she shouldn't be beautiful.

She asked word by word: "Do you regret knowing me?" ”

Nie Zhao didn't wait for him to say the last sentence, buried his head in his chest, didn't look up, and didn't look at him.

She had always wanted to be normal, even if she couldn't see it, she liked to look at people, but now she was just smothered in his hot, wide chest, her voice shaking, trying to be calm.

She knew that she was very bad, that she had done a lot of wrong things, and that God probably wouldn't have seen her have a better life, and that she should have to bear it.

She ruined Jin Zhuoqi's entire life.

His life, his future, his whole person.

At this time, he is still consuming the only thing left.

Nie Zhao suddenly thought of what he said to Lu Xiang at that time, and every word was aimed at Jin Zhuoqi.

She tried to laugh, but Jin Zhuoqi only heard one breath from her, short and restrained, like an extremely painful whimper.

"I'm like this in the hospital, did the doctor tell you? If you regret it, send me-"

"What is there to regret?"

Jin Zhuoqi just tightened her waist and pressed her tiger mouth against her lips, making her raise her head and make a gesture of looking at him, even if she couldn't see, let her know that Jin Zhuoqi was looking at her.

The slender phalanges pinched her cheeks, very hard.

"If I regret it, I won't go that night, and I won't go to the hospital to look for you."

Jin Zhuoqi pressed against her, his broad palm wrapped around her neck, and he felt that her meridians that were bulging because of her emotional excitement were beating, agitating very rhythmically, with full vitality and vitality, his voice was gentle and boneless, and his posture was like grinding his ears and temples: "Do you think I care? Nie Zhao, I don't care about anything, I don't care about everything I have. ”

He can follow the rules or deviate from the rules, and he never feels that it is better to take one path or another.

It's just that if there is no Nie Zhao on any road, he will feel quite bored.

The voice was like flowing water in the night, slightly hoarse: "I want you to remember me forever." ”

"When you die, the tombstone must be engraved with the words "I, Jin Zhuoqi."

Nie Zhao opened his somewhat dry lips slightly, hot tears fell silently, and his sharp teeth bit down hard at his tiger's mouth, very hard, his teeth trembled, and he closed his eyes and wanted Jin Zhuoqi to bear the same pain.

Any reaction from him would make Nie Zhao feel that she was not alone, and this intimacy of holding her tighter and tighter would greatly satisfy her sense of security.

She is afraid of the dark, so she wants to shrink up in a dark place.

So Jin Zhuoqi's arms became a good place to live.

Nie Zhao felt that she would not be able to pay off Jin Zhuoqi in her life.

Will she love too?

What love is.

Her liking for Meng Xun can probably only be called the throbbing, disbelieving, and guilty of youth, the product of these redundant things.

Even the only remaining likes were completely destroyed on the day Jiang Ting's death.

No one had ever taught her, and she had no one to learn from her childhood.

Those people taught her only playthings and calculations, and all her kindness to the world has long been wiped out.

But she wanted to learn for Jin Zhuoqi.

Nie Zhaosong opened her mouth, her teeth were stained with Jin Zhuoqi's blood, and her whole body was still in pain, like the growing pains of a child in adolescence, starting to swell from every inch of the bones, but it was thousands of times more intense than that.

Her tone did not fluctuate, like a judgment: "Jin Zhuoqi, you are finished." ”

"Hmm."

Jin Zhuoqi just hugged her, closed his eyes slightly, as if he had completely compromised, and said in a hoarse voice: "Nie Zhao, if you go first this time, then I will never look for you again." ”

***

From that day on, Nie Zhao rarely went out, and her temporarily relaxed and suppressed spirit was gradually released, like a beast trapped in a cage breaking through its confinement and beginning to torture her day and night.

The two began to sleep together tacitly, and for a long time, Nie Zhaohui suddenly lost her breath at night, as if she was suffocating, and she couldn't breathe, so Jin Zhuoqi kissed her hard.

She will wake up crying and will shed all the tears of her life.

Obviously, he used to be a person who never cried, and his eyes were no longer visible, but his tears never stopped.

Jin Zhuoqi didn't know what to do, but he hugged her and asked her to bite his palm or arm in an attempt to relieve her pain, so that all winter, those hands were bitten so that she couldn't look at them.

Nie Zhao was very resistant to looking for a doctor, but Jin Zhuoqi still said uncommittally that he would find a doctor to take a look.

She was stubborn in nature, and sat on the sofa as if she was angry, and when the psychiatrist asked questions, she answered them all.

After all, she knew that if she didn't get the desired result, Jin Zhuoqi would still find a doctor.

The doctor went out and told Jin Zhuoqi that it was best to let her be hospitalized, and when she was questioned, every answer she gave was extremely fatal, and she was too serious to live on her own.

Jin Zhuoqi sent the doctor out of the door and sat on the opposite side of the sofa looking at Nie Zhao.

It was quiet in the silent living room, there was no sound.

The silence froze the air, and the two did not speak, and the atmosphere was silent for a long, long time.

"Nie Zhao, do you want to go abroad for treatment?"

Nie Zhao was just sitting on the sofa, wearing a beautiful white dress, with a beautiful pink bow tied around her shoulder straps, and her long hair was scattered, except for those eyes, which were as beautiful as works of art in the window.

But the artwork did not get sick and was imprisoned for the rest of his life.

"It's useless."

Nie Zhao lowered his head in despair, gave up on himself, and said, "I don't want to go." ”

The tears came without warning, and it was not that Nie Zhao did not want to be treated, but she had been in the hospital for more than a year, and she had consumed a very patient doctor behind her back and said that she should be sent to a psychiatric hospital for treatment.

Jin Zhuoqi didn't say anything more and had lunch with her.

When Nie Zhao pinched the chopsticks and pulled the rice, she suddenly realized a problem, she raised her head to look in Jin Zhuoqi's direction, and her crying red eyes rose again: "Jin Zhuoqi, are you crazy?" ”

Jin Zhuoqi sat opposite, pinching the apple and peeling it down, connecting the whole skin and smoothing it down.

Hearing this, he stopped his movements and looked up at her: