Chapter 535: The 37th Hallucination

When he turned around and saw Shen Zhichu, Li Jingshen's face did not show joy. Instead, he sat on the stairs in a daze, watching Shen Zhichu walk towards him step by step.

He didn't even blink, his dark pupils looked like an abyss with no bottom to see.

Until Shen Zhichu stopped in front of him, Li Jingshen opened his mouth stiffly like a robot and spit out a string of numbers.

"This is the 37th time." After Li Jingshen said this, his eyelashes trembled, and he looked at Shen Zhichu softly. He was quiet and peaceful, and it was not difficult to hear the bitterness in his voice.

Shen Zhichu didn't understand the meaning of this string of numbers, and said with a mocking tone: "37 times what?"

"Hallucination." He had only moved here for 54 hours, but he had seen Shen Zhichu's hallucination 36 times.

Shen Zhichu's throat was blocked, and his eyes missed Li Jingshen and looked at the layers of stairs behind him, and asked again: "What are you wiping?"

"Blood, Chen Zhichu's blood, the child's blood." Li Jingshen's hands were frozen red. People with slender fingers are not prone to frostbite, and Li Jingshen has never had it before. But he has been touching cold water and wiping the floor these days, and his hands are red. His left hand, whose nails were pulled out, is red and swollen without the protection of the nails, and some places have broken skin.

Shen Zhichu's fingers had been like this before. That year, she lost her memory and couldn't remember anything. When it was cold, her fingers couldn't help but feel cold and painful.

Li Jingshen's hands always remain warm, and he would always cover her hands and breathe on them to warm her fingertips and relieve the pain.

Such a gentle person, every time I look at her, I forget that he was one of the people who made her like that.

There are always some things that have to disappear to prove their preciousness. Once they disappear, it has nothing to do with whether you forgive them or not, because what you had at the beginning is gone now.

If you lose it, nothing has any meaning.

Li Jingshen's heart is like a maggot in the gutter. It looks dirty, but who wants to be a maggot in the gutter from birth? Maggots in the gutter never think of leaving the gutter. They stay in the dark place and spend their whole lives like that.

Loving someone is a luxury for him. He doesn't understand love and doesn't dare to love, but once he accepts it, he can devote his whole life to that person.

But fate played a trick on him. Before he had the chance to learn how to love, Shen Zhichu, who once had eyes only for him, no longer wanted him.

He started learning too late, and no one would wait for him to learn, not to mention that he had no time or opportunity.

When Shen Zhichu arrived here, her heart was full of destruction. She wanted to take out the fruit knife in her bag and stab Li Jingshen to death, but seeing how he looked like he had lost his soul, she didn't know how to start.

Li Jingshen just thought she was an illusion.

Shen Zhichu looked at the clean and dust-free stairs behind him. There was no bloodstain as Li Jingshen had said.

"The blood has been washed away long ago."

Li Jingshen shrank his hand, clenched the wet rag in his hand, and said in a trembling voice: "No...it's not wiped clean..." As he said that, he picked up the rag and wiped the stairs again and again.

There was blood everywhere, it was Shen Zhichu's blood, and it had not been wiped clean.

Shen Zhichu stopped talking. She looked at Li Jingshen and wondered why he had done all those dirty tricks to get her here, and now he was doing something so "boring"? Was he pretending to be miserable? Was he trying to be pitiful?

Shen Zhichu would not feel sympathy for Li Jingshen just because he looked "cowardly", nor would he be moved by his pity.

Li Jingshen was wiping the stairs, but he was thinking: If I wipe it clean, maybe Shen Zhichu will come back.

Shen Zhichu reached out and grabbed Li Jingshen's collar, and after he was forced to turn around, he pinched his neck with one hand and pressed him down.

A sudden movement knocked over the bucket next to him, and the water flowed all over the floor. The water flowed from top to bottom, winding, just like the blood at that time.

"No matter how clean you wipe it, it's still dirty, just like what you did to me. Even if you inflict it tenfold, a hundredfold, a thousandfold on yourself and experience all the pain I've endured, it still can't make up for it, unless you can turn back time. But can you, Li Jingshen?"

Shen Zhichu finished speaking in one breath, and for a moment the only sound in the air was Li Jingshen's breathing, which was heavy and oppressive.

Li Jingshen was leaning against the stairs with his neck still stuck, and his back was very painful, but he did not struggle. He just looked at the hand that was pinching his neck, moving along the hand to the arm, shoulder, and finally falling on Shen Zhichu's face.

Tears flowed from his scarlet eyes. Li Jingshen's previous calmness was just a facade, like a piece of window paper, which was broken with a poke as Shen Zhichu approached.

There was no need to use too many words to stimulate him, just the arrival of Shen Zhichu was enough to make him collapse.

Li Jingshen smiled bitterly: "So it's not an illusion..." He paused and continued to ask, "Why are you here?"

"Didn't you force me to come here?"

Shen Zhichu felt that Li Jingshen was rotten inside and out, and was in ruins. She found it sad and ridiculous. She never expected that Li Jingshen, who had always been so high and mighty in front of her, would become like this.

But when she thought about everything that happened yesterday and those text messages, she suddenly felt a surge of anger in her heart.