Chapter 298: Shen Zhichu forever stayed at the age of 27
Chen Zhichu was afraid of the cold, yet he died in the snowy winter. He was so afraid of pain, yet he was burned by fire for two whole hours...
Li Jingshen's face seemed to be frozen by the cold wind. He knelt on the ground, grabbing his burnt right wrist, his body shaking violently, and choking his throat as he called out "Chen Zhichu's" name over and over again. Tears flowed into his mouth and mixed with the blood in his throat.
He had heard Shen Zhichu say before that blood and tears would be very bitter if kept in the mouth for a long time, but he did not believe it... Now that he had tasted it, it was so bitter that it made him uneasy, but Shen Zhichu had tasted this kind of bitterness for seven years.
Shen Zhichu, Shen Zhichu.
No matter how he shouted, the woman lying on the ground no longer responded to him.
He pulled back his hand that was bitten by the cat, and Niannian rolled on the ground caught off guard. At this time, it had no extra strength left. Its beautiful cat eyes were half-closed with a layer of white mist, and it opened its mouth and gasped weakly. It tried to stand up but fell to the ground again and again, and its limbs had long been unable to move.
Ragdoll cats are considered fairy cats in the eyes of many people. They have a gentle personality, elegant manners, like to be close to people, have long hair and look cute and pretty. But nowadays, it is hard to tell that Nian Nian is a Ragdoll cat.
It lay limp on the ground covered in blood, like a burnt toy, its body black and bleeding. It looked weakly at Li Jingshen as he wiped Shen Zhichu's face with his trembling hands.
Shen Zhichu, who always loved to be clean and pretty, now had half of her face destroyed. Li Jingshen wanted to clean her face. He wiped off the dust on her face, but no matter how hard he wiped, the burned half of her face could not be cleaned. It was rotten like a piece of rotten meat.
Chen Zhichu liked snow. On the day she died, J City, which had not seen snow for six years, suddenly had a heavy snowfall. The snow flakes were like goose feathers, and Li Jingshen's hair turned white in an instant.
The blood flowing from Shen Zhichu's body dyed the snow red, as if it were a long sea of fire, dyeing the sky and the earth red, forming a sharp contrast between white and red.
Li Jingshen choked up and wanted to say a lot of things, but he couldn't even figure out the best way to hold Chen Zhichu. He could only kneel down and hug her and cry loudly, blaming himself.
Tears fell on Shen Zhichu's face. He reached out to wipe them away, lowered his head tremblingly, and leaned over to kiss her. Their cold lips gently pressed together. The corners of Shen Zhichu's lips used to be warm and soft, but now they were dry and hard.
Li Jingshen's throat tasted fishy and sweet, and the blood from the corner of his mouth dyed Shen Zhichu's lotus-green lips red. He hugged her for a long time, kissed her for a long time, and kept saying "I was wrong". But Shen Zhichu was very quiet, her lips did not move, and she would never respond to him again.
The firefighters at the scene watched the man kneeling on the ground crying his heart out. They had witnessed many life and death situations, but many of them still had tears in their eyes when they saw this scene.
A kind medical staff member cautiously reminded: "Sir, she is dead, please put her down..."
Li Jingshen hugged the person in his arms tightly, carefully as if he was holding a fragile object, afraid that if he let go, the person in front of him would disappear.
He couldn't let her go. Shen Zhichu was a piece of flesh growing in his heart. To let her go would be like pulling out his ribs. How could he bear to let her go?
When a person is in extreme fear, he or she will gradually lose consciousness and the body will be in a state of self-protection. The whole person seems to be trapped in a sealed room with mirrors on all sides. The mirrors are cracked into countless pieces, and each piece has the appearance of Shen Zhichu.
The Shen Zhichu with a sweet smile, the Shen Zhichu crying uncontrollably, the Shen Zhichu with angry red eyes, the Shen Zhichu who would call him Ah Shen... Every Shen Zhichu in the memory is so vivid.
His soul seemed to split into two, one soul told him that Shen Zhichu was dead, and it was because you broke her legs that she couldn't escape the fire and was burned to death inside.
Another soul told him that Shen Zhichu was not dead yet, she might just be asleep, or she might have become a vegetable like she was a year ago, or the person in his arms was not her at all.
"It snowed this Christmas, and it's colder than previous years. I'll take you to see the snow. When you're well again, the flowers in the north city will bloom. You'll probably like them..."
The snow outside was getting heavier and heavier. Shen Zhichu's body had long lost its temperature and was frozen stiff.
If this was just a nightmare, when he woke up, he would definitely rewrite the tragic ending. He would heal Shen Zhichu's legs, stop locking her up, and all emotional disputes would return to peace.
He would watch her from afar and not disturb her anymore, as long as she was healthy.
Only when people lose something do they know how to cherish it and know what they want.
From the beginning to the end, all he wanted was a healthy and happy Shen Zhichu.
He could have been less greedy, but it was his greed that made Shen Zhichu's life forever remain at the age of twenty-seven.
Li Jingshen stood up tremblingly and refused others' help. The moment he stood up, he staggered and almost fell. He hugged Shen Zhichu tightly and picked up the bracelet on the ground with his right hand.
His eyes were full of longing. Li Jingshen seemed to be looking at Shen Zhichu in his arms, and it was also as if he was looking through this tattered body to see Shen Zhichu from many years ago.
She walked towards him slowly in a red dress, her clear eyes sparkling as if filled with thousands of candles, and she smiled at him.
The cold wind blew on his face, and he could smell not only the cold air but also the smell of blood. Li Jingshen looked desolate and his heart was filled with pain.
“Chen Zhichu…”
A mouthful of blood choked out of his mouth. He opened his lips slightly, and his heart seemed to be tied into a knot by a rope. Blood kept flowing out of his mouth, staining the snow on the ground.
Li Jingshen held her cold body, blood dripping with every step he took, and his forehead rested against the cold tip of Shen Zhichu's nose.
"Chu Chu, it's not cold anymore, let's go home..." He sobbed softly, and his body froze the moment he turned around. Li Jingshen looked at the villa that had become a ruin.
His and Shen Zhichu's "home" had long been reduced to ruins, buried with this winter.
A sharp bird cry rang in my ears, as if wailing for Shen Zhichu's death.
The world is empty, and the sound of falling snow seems like a sigh.
The world without Shen Zhichu was like hell to him.
In addition to the pain in his chest, his stomach was also twitching. Although the bottle of pesticide that Shen Zhichu gave him washed his stomach, it also left him with sequelae. His stomach was damaged and perforated. He had been in pain from time to time for more than a month, and now the pain was even more severe. His whole world was turned upside down.
"gentlemen!"
"Boss Li!"
"Doctor, come quickly! Someone has collapsed here..."
Even after falling to the ground, Li Jingshen still tightly protected Shen Zhichu's body. He fell on the cold snow, and the biting cold came from the bottom of his heart.
It felt like there was a gash in his chest, and the cold wind kept pouring in. His internal organs seemed to be frozen, and his eyes were dyed red with blood...
If I could see Shen Zhichu by sleeping like this, that would be great...
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