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His consciousness awakened before his eyes. In a trance, Zhou Min felt light shining on his face. Through the capillaries on his eyelids, a dark red light was reflected in his eyes.
Seems...still alive.
An instrument was making regular dripping sounds, and it seemed as if there was an oxygen tube stuck under her nose, with the air flow making a subtle sound. There was a tingling pain on the back of her hand and the feeling of liquid flowing into her body, which meant that she was receiving an infusion. She gently turned her wrist and found that her hand was indeed tied with a restraint.
She closed her eyes and recalled what happened before she lost consciousness——
She put down her phone and touched the trigger with her finger. Just as she was about to shoot, there was a sudden bang and something seemed to hit her shoulder. Then she felt dizzy, her hands and feet became weak, and she soon lost consciousness.
...It's a tranquilizer gun.
No way, again?
Zhou Min suddenly opened his eyes and decided to scold Chen Shu as soon as he saw him, regardless of anything else.
But the scene before her made her choke on the words she was about to say, which were completely blocked in her throat.
Zhou Qiting was standing beside the bed with his arms folded, looking down at her with a cold face, as if to confirm whether she had any signs of waking up. When he saw that she woke up, the coldness in his eyes became even stronger.
How come you're even thinner than before? Zhou Min opened his lips slightly, then pursed them tightly again, looking away, but ultimately unable to utter a single word.
If it weren't for his despicable act of imprisoning her before, Zhou Qiting wouldn't have become so haggard.
Zhou Min's guilt did not subside because of his coma. Instead, after seeing Zhou Qiting, it spread from the bottom of his heart, entwining and tightening her, squeezing out a pool of bitterness.
But what right did she have to cry? She bit her lower lip tightly to suppress the soreness that welled up in her eyes.
After a long silence, she spoke again, her voice hoarse as if it had been polished by sandpaper, revealing a dry and rough tone.
“…Let me die.”
As if to suppress the emotion that suddenly arose when he heard these words, Zhou Min took a deep breath and uttered an almost silent sigh and sarcastic words at the same time.
"Do you think that your death can wipe out all the sins you have committed?"
But she has nothing, what else can she use to repay except her life?
"Please, let me die." Zhou Min tilted his head and stared at a corner of the ceiling, trying hard to suppress the trembling in his voice.
Suddenly, Zhou Min's chin was pinched, and the thin and pale hand, with irresistible force, straightened her face little by little until her eyes met Zhou Qiting's hateful gaze.
"Zhou Min, the accounts between us haven't been settled yet. You can't die so easily without my permission."
After saying that, Zhou Qiting let go of her hand, and without paying any more attention to the sick man, she left the room without looking back. The breeze she brought when she turned around brushed against Zhou Min's exposed skin, making her shiver uncontrollably.
She tried to tighten her hand that was not connected to the IV tube, but she felt her limbs becoming weak and a layer of gloom covered her eyes.
So this is what it feels like to lose freedom, not even being able to decide one's own death. Was this how Zhou Qiting felt when she was imprisoned by herself?
She raised her eyes and began to look around.
This is not a standard ward. Judging from the furnishings, it should be just a spacious bedroom with monitoring equipment and oxygen supply equipment placed next to the bed.
There is also a surveillance camera in the corner of the ceiling facing the bed.
Judging from the sky outside the balcony window, it should be noon now. The light diffuses into the room without any obstacles through the entire clean floor-to-ceiling glass door, making the entire interior bright and tidy.
As expected of Miss Zhou, she was much more generous than her, at least allowing her to get some sunshine every day. Zhou Min twitched the corners of his mouth and silently laughed at himself in his heart.
She looked down at herself again. The thin blanket only covered her lower body, and her upper body was half open under the cotton pajamas. There was no blood stain on her abdomen, and even the sticky touch of sweat was gone. She felt as refreshed as if someone had just wiped her body.
The wound was covered with white gauze and was no longer as painful as before. She estimated that she must have received professional treatment during her coma.
After confirming her current condition, she tried hard to hook her fingers to untie the strap around her wrist.
When she tried to untie the increasingly tight restraints for the third time, the door of the room opened and a servant hurried in, helped her untie the belt, and told her that a doctor would come to examine her later and asked her not to get up yet.
"Thank you." Zhou Min raised the corners of his mouth and forced a weak smile. "May I ask how long I have been unconscious?"
Hearing the thanks, the servant quickly said that it was his job duty and said that she had been in a coma for three days.
"I'm really sorry for causing you trouble these three days." Zhou Min said sincerely again.
Although she had no experience in nursing patients, judging from her physical condition, it must have taken a lot of effort to take care of her.
Hearing this, the servant stammered and hesitated for a while, then just said that if you need anything, just press the call bell at hand, and then hurried away.
Zhou Min flexed his wrists, thinking about the servant's hesitation before leaving. He felt a little puzzled, but he couldn't tell what was strange about it, so he could only put it aside for the time being.
Not long after, the servant came back with a doctor. The doctor gave Zhou Min a routine check-up, removed unnecessary tubes, replaced the infusion bottle, and considerately transferred her to a removable stand. He advised her not to engage in strenuous activities in the near future to avoid pulling on the wound and causing reinfection.
After the two left, Zhou Min propped herself up and sat up, slowly rising from the edge of the bed. She wasn't afraid of tearing her wound, but rather of accidentally falling to the ground. She didn't want to cause trouble for anyone, even the servants in the eldest lady's house.
She supported her weak body and moved step by step to the balcony with the help of the infusion stand, feeling the burning touch of the midday sun on her skin. At that moment, she had a sense of reality that she was still alive.
When she looked out the window just now, she discovered that this was most likely not the place where Zhou Qiting used to live. Now she saw that her guess was confirmed.
Judging from the distance seen from the balcony, this room is on the second floor. What can be seen outside the balcony is a vibrant area with green trees and flowering shrubs planted sparsely or densely among them. It looks like a well-maintained manor.
In the distance are lush green mountains and forests. There are no roads, let alone vehicles or pedestrians, and there are no signs to identify the location.
She took a quick look downstairs and found several bodyguards standing in the open, but she was afraid that there were many in the dark who could not be seen at a glance.
It was a height where it was not easy to fall to death, and an environment where escape was not easy. Zhou Min withdrew his gaze, feeling quite regretful.
That's normal. How could Zhou Yiting tolerate herself being out of her control again?
Zhou Min turned around angrily and staggered back into the exquisite cage.
For the next period of time, Zhou Qiting seemed to have ignored Zhou Min's existence and never appeared again.
Zhou Min couldn't help but want to ask the servants about Zhou Qiting's whereabouts several times, but in the end he forced himself to swallow the impulse back.
She began to doubt herself.
Was Zhou Qiting's words on the phone that day, "I wish I could kill you with my own hands," real? Could even the hatred she believed to be genuine be fake?
Zhou Qiting had clearly found her at that time, so why didn't he just take her back directly, but had to wait until she was desperate and ready to shoot?
Was it to make fun of her? Did he truly think she was afraid of death? Or did he want her to continue experiencing the feeling of not knowing when death would strike?
Whenever he thought of this, Zhou Min would pace back and forth in the room, trying to divert his attention and make his troubled heart feel better.
Later, the depression in her heart turned into unbearable pain. She paced for longer and longer periods of time. In the end, she even pressed her hands hard on the wound that had not yet fully healed, trying to cover up the pain in her heart with the pain of her heart.
Blood quickly seeped out from under the gauze and through the gaps between his fingers. Zhou Min breathed a sigh of relief and watched indifferently as the blood flowed along his fingers, staining the rose on the back of his hand bright red.
Just like the day when I handed all the pain back to my mother with my own hands.
But unlike her previous frenzy, this time she felt a long-lost tranquility.
What is this? Everything will turn into its opposite when it reaches its extreme.
Or is it that what Chen Shu said is actually true, and beneath the perfect mask, there is a terrifying side that even she herself is not aware of?
It all ended with the doctor having to give her a sedative.
She looked at the surveillance camera in the corner with dazed eyes, and suddenly she understood.
How could she, a person who makes a living from blood and takes pleasure in pain, a person who has never been worthy of Zhou Qiting's trust, deserve to be hated?
So that's how it is. The answer is so sad. Zhou Min curled up, his shattered thoughts sinking into a hazy state, his unconscious mumbling revealing his deepest delusion.
"Zhou Qiting..."
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From that day on, Zhou Min stopped doing anything out of the ordinary, ate well, and took his medicine regularly. Except for the sleep disorder, his health improved day by day.
Only the increasingly empty look in her eyes under surveillance revealed her gradually withering spirit.
Until one night, Zhou Min opened his eyes, strained his back, and quickly sat up from the bed. He rushed to the balcony, which he had deliberately left the glass door open before going to bed. He put his hands on the railing and jumped.
The moment her feet touched the grass, she squatted down, suddenly turned her shoulders to the side, and rolled forward to relieve some of the impact.
Her shins were slightly numb from falling from a great height, but it was still within the tolerable range. Without stopping, she avoided the security patrol route during this time and immediately ran towards the outskirts of the manor.
More than ten minutes later, when she was about to run to the bottom of the wall, the security guards who responded quickly after discovering her escape arrived at the perimeter of the wall in advance and wanted to surround her.
But she still arrived first. She took a step forward with one foot and jumped towards the protruding stone pillar on the wall. The moment her toes touched the pillar, she suddenly kicked back and used the force to jump higher. Her hands just climbed onto the top of the wall. While her knuckles firmly gripped the rough surface, she exerted force with her arms and successfully climbed over the wall.
She saw the scene on the other side of the wall in an instant, but it was too late to dodge.
Before she landed on the ground, the security guard who had been waiting for a long time suddenly pounced on her and pinned her to the ground.
Her hands were tied behind her back, and one of her shoulder blades was held down by her hand. During her struggle, her face inevitably rubbed against the rough, hard ground, and a burning pain instantly spread.
At this moment, a strong flashlight shone over, and the sudden glare made her squint her eyes, unable to make out the current situation for a moment.
The crisp sound of heels hitting the ground sounded slowly and slowly, from far away to near, until it came in front of Zhou Min, and then she could see the scene in front of her clearly.
What caught her eye was a pair of black suede short boots. Noticing her gaze, the toe of the shoe lifted slightly and stepped on her shoulder blade that was not being supported, pressing it with a little force, and then a cold word fell into her ears.
"Zhou Min, you really don't repent."
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