Chapter 23 Broken Light
——She opened her eyes, but was still trapped in a nightmare.
"don't want--!"
Ruan Xingchen woke up screaming.
The silk pajamas were already soaked with cold sweat and stuck tightly to her back. Her fingers were tightly clenching the sheets, and her chest was heaving violently, as if she had just struggled out of drowning.
Those horrific scenes kept flashing back before my eyes——
The dark cell, the cold handcuffs, the masked man reaching out to her...
"No! Don't touch me!" She suddenly curled up, her back pressed against the headboard, like a frightened cub.
The door was pushed open and Mo Xiaohan walked in quickly, but stopped three steps away from the bed.
He saw her terrified eyes, saw her subconsciously protecting the ring on her left ring finger, saw her...
Resist his approach.
Her voice was hoarse and broken, her chest was heaving violently, and her eyes were warily scanning the unfamiliar room.
Gorgeous chandeliers, gilded furniture, heavy curtains, and a strange man standing by the bed.
All this made her even more frightened.
"Where is this?" Her voice was terribly hoarse, her throat seemed to be burned by fire, and she trembled unconsciously. "Who...who are you?"
Mo Xiaohan's fingertips tightened slightly.
She remembered the ring, she remembered the fear, but... she didn't remember him.
"Xingxing, it's me! Mo Xiaohan." He deliberately lowered his voice, calming the emotions surging in his eyes. "This is our home, you are safe!"
Ruan Xingchen shook his head, his eyes confused.
"No...that's not right..." She looked down at the ring on her hand, frowning, "I should be...in..."
Memory was like a shattered mirror, and she couldn't piece together a complete picture.
When Mo Xiaohan took a tentative step forward, Ruan Xingchen's reaction was more intense than expected.
"Don't come over!" She grabbed the water cup on the bedside and threw it over. The glass exploded at Mo Xiaohan's feet, and the fragments scratched the back of his hand, leaving a bloody mark.
Her breathing was completely out of control, her pupils constricted, and she was in a state of extreme panic.
"Xingxing, look at me." Mo Xiaohan stood still, his voice low and steady, "No one can hurt you."
But she wouldn't listen.
Those imprisoned memories came flooding back like a tide, completely drowning her with despair.
She covered her ears and whimpered in pain.
"Go away... please go away..."
"Okay, I'm leaving... Don't scare yourself or hurt yourself, okay?" Mo Xiaohan's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing a frightened cat. He slowly backed away until he reached the door.
The doctor quietly appeared at the door and whispered, "Mr. Mo, she needs a sedative now."
Mo Xiaohan closed his eyes, stood up and walked out the door. Through the gradually closing crack of the door, he saw Ruan Xingchen curled up on the bed like a wounded little animal, but his left hand was still tightly protecting the ring.
"Use the mildest medicine." His voice was hoarse. "Don't hurt her."
The doctor nodded and went in. After a while, the crying in the room gradually subsided.
Mo Xiaohan stood in the corridor, lit a cigarette, but did not take a puff for a long time. The ash accumulated into a long piece, and finally broke and fell to the ground, just like his shattered sanity at the moment.
A-Tai rushed over: "Boss, we've checked it out. Miss Ruan was in a car accident when she was 12 years old and has some memory loss."
Mo Xiaohan snuffed out his cigarette, his eyes darkening as he asked, "Can it be restored?"
"The doctor said it's possible, but it takes time... and opportunity."
Mo Xiaohan turned his head and looked at the closed door: "I have waited for seventeen years, this moment is not a big deal."
"If she can't remember..." His voice was hoarse, "then start over."
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