Chapter 1198 Who dares to sympathize with Cheng Zhiyuan?
At this moment, I seemed to have all kinds of feelings, and yet all emotions seemed to have become blank.
Young Master Emperor?
Which emperor?
Is this the one I know and love?
He seemed to be the only one who could be called that, right? Although he himself might actually resist the name.
Shen Pianxian clicked on the topic slowly, and the panic-inducing premonition that was rising wildly in her heart exploded instantly when she saw the first popular Weibo post, making her ears buzz.
Why... does it seem so familiar?
That yellowed notebook, those familiar messy or neat handwritings, even those with tear marks, those records that had made her feel uncomfortable for a long time, that had made her cry because of empathy, those records about that unknown patient with mental disorder.
Why does it appear in the news related to Cheng Zhiyuan?
And why do these people say that this is him?
The yellowed pages of the photos seemed to have been wiped through her palms. The messy handwriting carried the pain of the writer, overlapping with the man's calm and cold profile under the light a week ago, and flashed across her dazed pupils.
I should have realized it when my mother's mutilated body was returned, and when news of my father's death spread. But I missed five years! Five years!
"Inside the box was an arm with my mother's wedding ring on her ring finger."
The man said calmly,
"My father began his tireless search from that moment on. A month later, he died from stray bullets in a war-torn area abroad. He was emaciated and unrecognizable. When he was brought back, I could hardly recognize him."
This feeling is too uncomfortable. He is surrounded by dead people. I used many medicines, but I couldn’t make him sleep peacefully for a night.
When Chu Yang had lost control but calmed down because of the medicine Cheng Zhiyuan took out that she didn't recognize, the drawer full of unlabeled medicine bottles and the two empty medicine boxes in the trash can appeared clearly in her mind at this moment.
Before she confessed her true identity, the man lent her a psychological notebook and the way he persistently asked her about her thoughts after reading it.
After she successfully completed her final project and performed the scene of "The Day of a Mental Patient", she was crying uncontrollably backstage because she was immersed in the role. The man hugged her and whispered thank you.
All of them appeared in my mind alternately.
But the photo of her subordinates did not stop, and the next second stopped on the puzzle of the familiar sentences "Why do you want to die!" and "Zhiyuan, I just hope you live well."
It was as if Arctic ice was instantly poured into my blood vessels, chilling me so much that my bones were frozen into stiff ice sculptures.
Chen Pianpian stared at the picture in a daze, looking at the shocking exclamation mark filled with endless hatred and resentment, as if a big hole was torn in her heart, and cold wind was blowing out.
She numbly looked through all the pictures and then scrolled out of the comments.
"Oh my god, this is too tragic. I thought he was such a great and remarkable person, but he turned out to be just a poor psychopath."
"That looks terrifying. Shouldn't someone in this situation be locked up in a hospital? If we let them out, will they lose control and kill someone?"
"I used to think he was a real-life overbearing CEO, but now I see...tsk tsk."
"Then our Young Master Emperor has fallen from the altar? Hahahahaha."
As she read through the comments, she felt as if the wound in her heart was starting to bleed again.
The hot blood almost blocked her throat and made her unable to breathe.
It hurts so much.
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