Guan Wenru's commotion made He Yanzhi's blood seem to freeze for a moment, and then boil again!
He suddenly gripped that hand tightly, "Wenru?!"
His voice rose sharply with extreme excitement and disbelief, even cracking slightly, "Wenru! Did you hear me? Move again! Move again and let me see!"
He held Guan Wenru's hands tightly in his own, his gaze fixed intently on her face, not missing a single subtle change.
"Wenru? Wake up! You can hear me, right?" His voice was filled with urgency and almost pleading expectation. "Open your eyes and look at me! Look at the children! Mom and Dad are waiting for you!"
However, after a long, almost suffocating wait, the person on the bed remained lying quietly.
Apart from that one slight tremor that seemed to have exhausted all its strength, there was no other reaction.
The curves on the monitoring instrument jumped smoothly, the ticking sound almost cruelly regular, as if the last tick was just another hallucination born from his five-year-long, desperate wait.
The flame of ecstasy that had suddenly ignited in He Yanzhi's eyes, almost setting him ablaze, slowly extinguished itself.
In the end, only deeper ashes and exhaustion remained.
His upright shoulders slumped, and he took a deep breath, swallowing back the bitter taste rising in his throat.
He smiled wryly, very slowly loosened his grip on her hand, carefully placed her hand back in its place, and tucked the blanket around her.
His fingertips lingered on her still-cold cheek. "I must have been mistaken again... right?"
He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse, "Five years... Wenru, you really are... too good at tormenting people. Wait until you wake up, and I'll teach you a lesson!"
In the end, he simply rested his forehead lightly against her hand and remained motionless for a long time.
...
Guan Wenru didn't know what was wrong with her. She clearly heard the voices of her lover, her child, and her parents, and she wanted to respond to them.
But I just can't open my eyes or my mouth.
She didn't know how long this went on, but suddenly her consciousness began to blur again.
Her memories were a jumbled mess; she seemed to have forgotten her child…forgotten her husband…
Right now, it's so noisy around my ears...
Who is shouting and cursing?
The voice... was harsh yet familiar, sending a chilling sense of disgust and fear through her very bones.
Then, she found that she could open her eyes. The scene in front of her was blurry, as if through a thick fog, but it gradually became clearer.
She found herself standing in a familiar yet suffocating room.
It was the place where she lived with Han Haoxian many years ago after they married.
Once she regained consciousness, she subconsciously looked at herself and realized that she was wearing a faded old cotton-padded jacket. Her body felt unusually heavy, and her chest felt like it was being pressed by a huge rock, with an empty and painful feeling.
The message in her mind suffocated her; it was as if someone had told her that all her family members had died one after another during the movement.
From that day on, she lived like a soulless walking corpse.
It seems like she's been living like this for years!
"You jinx! You capitalist's daughter! You jinx!"
Sharp curses rained down on him.
Guan Wenru slowly raised her head and realized that standing in front of her was... Lin Jiaman!
Lin Jiaman appeared mean-spirited, hands on her hips, her fingers almost poking her nose, and she continued to curse with vicious language!
"Our Han family must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to marry someone like you! You caused Haoxian to die so young...you're a jinx! You're not enough that you killed your whole family, you even killed my son! How can you still have the face to live?! Why don't you just die!"
These vicious words, like poisoned knives, precisely pierced Guan Wenru's already riddled heart.
She stood there numbly, having even lost the desire to argue or resist.
Yes, she might really be a jinx; everyone who gets close to her will suffer...
wrong!
Her family is alright!
Grandma died a natural death from old age and illness, not from being tortured to death!
My parents are still alive!
My younger brother has already joined the army!
He even became a military officer!
"I'll beat you to death today! To atone for your dead parents and your man!" Lin Jiaman became more and more agitated as she cursed, and suddenly grabbed a thick firewood stick leaning against the wall and started hitting Guan Wenru hard!
The stick came crashing down with a whoosh!
Guan Wen subconsciously closed his eyes, his body trembling slightly, but he still did not flinch.
Perhaps, being beaten up, the physical pain can actually alleviate the numbness in one's heart...
However, the expected pain did not come.
A large hand with distinct joints and immense strength precisely caught the swinging stick in mid-air, as steady as an iron clamp.
"Aunt Lin, that's going too far."
A deep, cold male voice, carrying an unquestionable authority, rang out from the side.
Guan Wenru suddenly opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the sound.
Backlit, a tall and upright figure stood to the side, wearing a crisp July 1st military uniform. His eyes were deep and his face was stern, hidden beneath the brim of his hat. It was He Yanzhi, who had just returned from the front lines not long ago, still carrying the lingering scent of gunpowder.
He gripped the stick, his gaze sharp as he looked at Lin Jiaman. His tone was calm yet carried an intense sense of pressure. "Haoxian's sacrifice was an accident, an act of honor! This debt cannot be placed on a weak woman like her."
Lin Jiaman was startled by He Yanzhi's sudden appearance, especially by the murderous aura he exuded from the battlefield, which immediately dampened her arrogance.
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