Feng Rong closed her eyes.
If that's all there is to it, then so be it.
He discovered that he, too, was being changed.
We've only met a few times.
But it seems that she remembers every single thing she does.
Last night, on this hospital bed.
She was holding herself and kissing herself earnestly.
He couldn't control himself and kissed her.
In that instant, he seemed to understand why the men in his dreams reacted the way she did when she killed them.
The men in my dream were all dead.
He was killed by that woman named Su Yan.
As they died, none of them showed anger on their faces, as if dying at her hands was something they were willing to do.
Last night, he found himself overlapping with the man from his dream.
He wants to be killed by that woman?
Oh.
ridiculous.
Therefore, he decided to strike first.
But when it came time to actually issue that order...
I don't know why, but a surge of anger welled up inside me.
He didn't even understand what he was angry about.
The half hour or so of waiting.
Images kept flashing through my mind.
In my dreams, things that actually happened.
He was in a daze, unable to even distinguish whether it was a dream or reality.
Hongye sent word that she had made a mistake and was not dead.
The anger that had been building up inside me suddenly vanished for some reason.
He felt a faint sense of relief.
Now, the dream has returned.
Unlike my previous dreams.
The images were a jumbled mess, all showing scenes of Su Yan killing people.
It was as if, at that moment, he was the man from my dreams.
Time and time again, his sincerity was misplaced, and he was killed time and time again.
It seems that no matter how many times we go through it, the ending is always the same.
Feng Rong lowered her eyelids and picked up the glass placed on the table next to her.
I took a sip of water.
Her pale lips regained a hint of red.
His hand, with its distinct knuckles, gripped the rim of the cup tightly.
murmur
"Su Yan"
The lights were not on in the room.
His figure could only be vaguely seen by the moonlight shining in.
A soft murmur, trembling eyelashes.
The sound was so intense, it was almost mesmerizing, as if it were trying to penetrate one's very soul.
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The next morning, Su Yan woke up early.
Standing in the living room, she hesitated for a long time.
"Little Flower"
"Huh? Host??"
What should I bring to the hospital for the injured person?
As soon as Xiao Hua heard Su Yan's words, she knew that she was referring to going to see Feng Rong.
He immediately perked up
"Wait a moment, host."
A moment later, Xiaohua's affirmative voice could be heard.
"Host! Flower!"
Su Yan blinked.
"real?"
"certainly!"
Su Yan picked up the wallet from the table.
He looked through the money inside.
One hundred and eight yuan.
This is all her possessions.
"Hmm, let's go to the flower shop first."
Thinking this, Su Yan went out the door.
Xiao Hua hurriedly said
"Host, there's a flower shop right next to the hospital."
"good"
She readily agreed.
Half an hour later, Su Yan stood at the entrance of the flower shop.
Looking at the remaining twenty-two yuan in my hand.
Little Flower whispered
"Host, buy carnations."
Su Yan nodded
"kindness"
And so, ten minutes later.
Su Yan appeared at the door of the ward with three carnations in her hand.
One of them was still not enough money, but the shopkeeper saw that Su Yan was a cute girl and gave her a discount.
"Take these flowers to the room next door."
She heard Hongye's voice as soon as she reached the door.
Then, I saw more than a dozen bodyguards in black carrying various flower baskets, carnations and gifts out of the ward.
The flowers piled up at the entrance, in heaps and heaps, looked like someone had just gotten married from the hospital.
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