Chapter 230: Death and Life Together
Meng Anran was silent for a moment, unconsciously stroking the scar on the back of her left hand, and certain memories emerged in her mind like a kaleidoscope.
When she was seven years old, Lu Yi's albinism became more and more serious, and his emotions became more uncontrollable.
One time, Lu Yi suddenly went crazy and smashed everything that could be smashed in the space.
He seemed to be disgusted with himself and grabbed the broken pieces of the vase and was about to cut his wrist with them.
Little Anran was afraid of seeing death, so she rushed forward and grabbed Lu Yi's hand without thinking.
But she couldn't defeat her second brother, who was eight years older than her and more than half a head taller than her. Lu Yi swung his hand, and she fell onto the sofa, and the back of her hand was accidentally scratched by the porcelain shards.
There was a ferocity in Lu Yi's eyes, but he seemed to unconsciously reveal his heartache for her.
He threw away the porcelain pieces, lifted her up by the waist and put her on his shoulders, locking her in the room.
Little Anran was afraid that something had happened to her second brother, so she banged on the door hard, but the only response she got was the roar outside and the sound of objects hitting the ground.
"Lu Yi!" She shouted outside, "My hand is cut! There's a lot of blood! You have to compensate me!"
The door made a dull thud as it slammed shut. Lu Yi's voice rang through the wooden door: "Blood? I'll give you as much as you want."
"I don't want your blood." Tears stained Xiao Anran's face. She sobbed and said, "I want your life. You are not allowed to die without my permission."
It was suddenly quiet outside, as if the fighting had subsided. After a long while, Lu Yi sneered contemptuously, "Tsk, sister, have you watched too much TV drama?"
When her consciousness was pulled out of her memories, Meng Anran suddenly realized that it seemed that it was after that time that Lu Yi began to want to drag her to death with him.
In Lu Yi's eyes, dying together is also living together. This is the only way for him to keep her by his side forever.
He was on his way to death, but also looking forward to being saved.
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Raindrops hit the car window, and Meng Anran's fingers unconsciously stroked the scar on the back of her left hand.
The silver-gray sports car was driving on the empty street. The time displayed on the dashboard was 00:47. More than two hours had passed since she left Yandu Hotel.
She should have gone straight home, but the steering wheel seemed to have its own will and drove the car towards Beijing Central Hospital.
"This is crazy..." she muttered to herself, but her right hand had already dialed Zhang Tao's number.
"Mr. An?" Zhang Tao's voice was exhausted. "You haven't rested yet?"
"Which hospital is Lu Yi in?" she asked directly.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds. "He's in the ICU of the Central Hospital, but Duan Jingyao is also there. You'd better—"
"I understand." Meng Anran interrupted him and hung up the phone.
The rain outside the car window got heavier, and the wipers drew sharp arcs on the windshield.
The words that Konai had just said were still echoing in her ears.
"Lu Yi's illness was not his own will. Sometimes you can feel that he cares about you, but he is completely unable to control himself."
"I often wonder if someone had been willing to help my sister when she was suffering from depression, would the outcome have been different?"
"Although this may not be fair to you, perhaps you can rediscover the meaning of love while saving others."
The memories of her seven years old came flooding back like a tide. She remembered the bulging blue veins on Lu Yi's pale skin and the almost desperate madness in his eyes.
I also remember the panic that flashed across Lu Yi's eyes when I was scratched by the porcelain fragments.
"I want your life. You are not allowed to die without my permission."
The words that came out of her mouth when she was young turned out to be a curse that has haunted her all these years.
Meng Anran gripped the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
She should have understood long ago that for someone like Lu Yi, love and destruction are always two sides of the same coin.
Since that was the case, she fulfilled her childhood promise and made sure Lu Yi died in her hands.
The parking lot at Central Hospital was nearly empty.
The floor where the ICU is located is unusually quiet, with only the regular electronic sounds of monitoring equipment.
Meng Anran stopped at the corner. Lu Heng was standing in the corridor outside the ICU, his suit neatly fitted, as if he had just rushed from a board meeting.
"I guessed you would come." Lu Heng said without turning his head, his voice low and restrained.
Meng Anran walked in slowly and looked into the ward through the glass window.
Lu Yi's body was full of tubes, and his pale skin was almost transparent under the blue-green light of the monitor, like an exquisite wax figure.
"What did the doctor say?" she asked.
"He won't die." Lu Heng turned around, his deep eyes sharp as an eagle's. "You care about him more than I thought."
"His life is on my books." Meng Anran leaned against the ward door and looked up at Lu Heng lazily. "What about you? Are you here to care about your brother?"
Lu Heng's gaze passed Meng Anran and turned to Duan Jingyao, who was walking towards them from afar, carrying a few bottles of mineral water. His deep voice was silent, "You can't fall out with your brother."
Meng Anran turned around and saw Duan Jingyao. She sneered and rolled her eyes, "Now I let you put it on."
He never hid his dark side when he was in front of her. It would have been fine if he had fought her to the death, but he also had to drag her into it.
It seems that their relationship with Duan Jingyao is not very good.
Duan Jingyao's footsteps were particularly clear in the corridor. He handed the mineral water to Lu Heng, but his eyes were fixed on Meng Anran. "Mr. An, this is really strange. I didn't expect you to come."
The word "Mr. An" made Meng Anran feel a little strange, and then she realized that their current identities were even stranger.
She was the fake daughter who had been raised by the Lu family for seventeen years, and Duan Jingyao was the real third young master of the Lu family who had been replaced.
And her former elder brother Lu Heng is now Duan Jingyao's elder brother.
If it were a regular drama about the true and false daughter of a wealthy family, this would have been a Shura scene.
But Duan Jingyao politely called her "Ms. An".
"It's not a formal occasion, so just call me Anran." She said calmly, her eyes shifting to Lu Heng. "Since he can't die, I'll leave first and not disturb your conversation."
Just as she turned to leave, Lu Heng suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Certain memories suddenly rushed into Meng Anran's mind. Her whole body was covered with goosebumps. Her rapidly dilated pupils were filled with fear. She shook off Lu Heng's hand as if by reflex.
Due to the stress reaction, Lu Heng stood there in a daze, and Duan Jingyao was also stunned.
Even Meng Anran herself was surprised. She stared for several seconds before coming to her senses. She pinched her brows tiredly and said, "I've been under too much pressure recently. I'm going to go back and rest first."
She turned and left, reviewing her previous stress reaction in her mind.
It may be because there were too many things going on and she was under a lot of pressure during this period, or it may be that after Kenai returned to her country, she was forced to open up her wounds and recall too many past events.
Including the fear he felt when facing Lu Heng, which he hid very well.
Conai was right, her illness couldn't be delayed any longer.
Otherwise, you will be devoured sooner or later.
Watching Meng Anran's back as she walked away, Lu Heng secretly clenched the hand that she had just shaken off.
His face was as indifferent as ever, but his heart felt as if it had been cut open and was bleeding.
The dagger that he held in his hand back then eventually stabbed himself many years later.
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