The rainwater flowing in the street gradually turned bright red.
Zhou Ji's eyes slowly turned scarlet, with blood vessels running through his eye sockets. He felt so much pain that his eye sockets were about to explode.
Blood…
Why is there so much blood?
The unstoppable bleeding before his eyes made it hard for him to breathe.
Zhou Ji seemed to hear a thud again; her body had crashed heavily in front of him, and there was a lot of blood. He looked down and saw more blood trickling down from the back of the girl's head.
She was wearing a thin, pale white blouse, which was quickly stained with her own blood.
The palace lanterns illuminated the night as brightly as day.
A piercing scream rang out, "Your Majesty!"
The scene before me was like a long movie, frame by frame, crystal clear.
Why...why...have to die in front of him?
Tragic and ruthless.
it hurts.
Ouch, that hurts!
Why does it hurt so much?
The driver in the front seat was the first to notice something was wrong; the car had been parked in the yard for a while.
The gentleman doesn't seem to be planning to get off the bus yet.
He sat expressionless in the back seat, his face hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to discern his expression. The night was deep, and the rain was becoming increasingly torrential.
The man's face was as pale as paper; it was unclear what he was thinking, but his expression was so grim.
After a moment, the driver cautiously spoke in the extremely oppressive atmosphere, "Sir, we've arrived."
After a long while, the driver heard the man's hoarse voice: "Go back and rest."
The driver couldn't resist taking another glance through the rearview mirror, only to catch a glimpse of a face as cold as ice.
He didn't dare look any longer and hurriedly got out of the car.
Zhou Ji sat in the car for a long time. In this rainy night, he could no longer tell whether what he was seeing was an illusion.
The scenes kept changing.
The dampness of rain gives people a feeling of gloom.
Blood again.
The blood kept coming out of my mouth.
The woman, who had been bedridden for a long time, looked very weak. Her face was pale and lacked any vitality. She leaned weakly against him and coughed again after only saying a few words.
The man patiently used a handkerchief to wipe away the bloodstains from the corner of her lips.
A room full of people were kneeling outside.
The imperial physicians from the Imperial Medical Academy also knelt down in fear.
Even on her deathbed, the frail young woman still longed for her childhood sweetheart and husband, saying, "I want to see him."
The man opened his lips, uttering cold words: "Don't even think about it."
The room, filled with the fragrance of sandalwood, seemed to be warmed by the aroma.
The coughing started again uncontrollably, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the front of his shirt.
The man's hand seemed to be trembling, gripping her tighter and tighter, refusing to let go.
She slowly closed her eyes in his arms, as if she had simply fallen asleep peacefully.
once.
twice.
three times.
I don't know how many times.
He was always the one who couldn't get what he wanted.
Even if you force it, you can't achieve a perfect result.
As the scene before him faded, Zhou Ji listened to the sound of rain outside the car window, as if he had just come back to his senses from a nightmare.
He pushed open the car door, the heavy rain soaking his shoulders, and the man, shivering with cold, went inside.
The lights in the master bedroom upstairs are already off.
Jiang Yue waited for him for only three hours, but he didn't come back. She immediately felt that she had been tricked by him, and angrily turned off the lights, deciding that she would never wait for him to come home obediently again.
She had only been in bed for a short while.
In a half-dreaming, half-awake state, she was suddenly gripped by icy fingertips. She flinched, opened her eyes, and saw only darkness.
Zhou Ji did not turn on the light.
The chill he brought in made her shiver, and her exposed skin trembled.
Jiang Yue opened her mouth: "Didn't you say three hours?"
It's been almost five hours!
fraud.
The man remained silent for a long time, just staring intently at her, saying nothing.
After a moment, he suddenly pulled her into his arms and held her tightly without saying a word.
Jiang Yue felt like she couldn't breathe from his embrace, and her ribs were sore from being squeezed. She slowly tried to push him away, but his arms were like iron clamps, and no matter how hard she tried, he wouldn't budge.
Jiang Yue sensed that something was off about him.
She looked up and tried to look at him carefully, but she couldn't see anything clearly.
The bedroom was pitch black.
The tightly closed curtains completely blocked out the moonlight.
She slowly raised her hand and groped in the darkness until she touched the man's face, which was cold and hard, as if a chill was seeping from his skin.
Jiang Yue felt uneasy and worried. She asked softly, "What's wrong?"
What happened to make you lose your composure like this?
Zhou Ji has always been the kind of person who remains calm in the face of danger, never showing any emotion, unlike tonight, which he has never shown before.
He felt cold all over, and his body was stiff.
Zhou Ji cupped her face in his hands, as if only the real touch could put his mind at ease.
Time and again, he was heartbroken and devastated, the pain almost rendering him speechless.
He had to watch her die in front of him every time, and no matter what he did, he couldn't keep her alive.
She will always fall in love with someone else.
He will always realize it too late.
So late.
It's too late.
Zhou Ji's voice was hoarse, as if he had a sore throat. He said in a low voice, "I'm fine."
He tugged at the corner of his lips. "The thunder was so loud, I was a little startled."
The rain outside the window wasn't as bad as it had been a moment ago.
It turned into a light drizzle, so soft that you could barely hear it unless you listened carefully.
Jiang Yue was puzzled; Zhou Ji had never been afraid of thunder and rain before.
She knelt by the bed, straightened her upper body, leaned closer to him, gently placed her palm on his forehead, and whispered, "It's not hot."
There shouldn't be any fever or cold.
Just as Jiang Yue was about to turn on the light, Zhou Ji suddenly grabbed her hand. "Did I disturb your sleep?"
Jiang Yue was actually not asleep at all.
She was no longer sleepy.
More than sleeping, she wanted to know why Zhou Ji felt like he was about to... shatter.
The sound was broken.
His eyes also looked broken.
His dark eyes seemed to be filled with bloodshot veins.
Jiang Yue didn't dare to look him in the eye any longer. She took a deep breath and tried to pull her hand away, but failed. She said, "No, not really."
"I wasn't asleep."
Zhou Ji's coat was a little wet, and it was sticking to him. Her thin pajamas couldn't keep out the damp chill, so she couldn't help but ask, "Did you get caught in the rain?"
Looking at her furrowed brows, Zhou Ji realized that he might have frightened her.
The man stepped back and released her.
He stood tall and straight, and said, "I'm going to take a shower first."
Just as he turned around, Zhou Ji turned back again and then earnestly instructed, word by word, "Stay put and don't move around."
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