☆、Fifty、Reliving the Nightmare (1743 words)
The doctor shook his head. "It's just a scraped skin. It's probably because your platelet count is too low, causing excessive bleeding, which makes it look more serious."
Feng Zihao's heart pounded again after hearing the doctor's words; only then did he realize that the person in his arms was trembling.
"Ya Xi? What's wrong, Ya Xi? Tell me where you feel uncomfortable? Where does it hurt?"
Li Yaxi ignored Feng Zihao's question, her body trembling uncontrollably, and growing colder and colder.
Feng Zihao was quite frightened by his appearance.
Seeing that Li Yaxi was indeed not doing well, the doctor quickly had someone carry him to bed.
The doctor took out a stethoscope and tried to lift up Li Yaxi's clothes to examine him.
The person who was just unconscious suddenly pushed the doctor away and hid in Feng Zihao's arms.
"Get away! Don't touch me, no, get away, get away!"
Feng Zihao hugged Li Yaxi tightly and comforted her, "Okay, okay, I won't touch you, I won't touch you at all. Yaxi, be good, it's okay, it's okay, be good."
The doctor wanted to go forward to check on the situation, but Feng Zihao stopped him with a look, turning to Yu Ledao and saying, "I'll call you later."
Then, lowering his voice as if afraid of startling Li Yaxi, he said, "Yaxi, shall we go home?"
Li Yaxi gripped Feng Zihao's clothes with one hand and clutched her chest tightly with the other. Her breathing was rapid and heavy, and although she looked like she couldn't breathe, she desperately kept her lips tightly shut.
His eyes were vacant and unfocused, as if he were trapped in a nightmare from which he could not escape.
Her unfocused eyes were filled with pain, sorrow, and despair.
When Feng Zihao saw Li Yaxi like this, he couldn't imagine what kind of torment the fragile person in his arms was enduring. He didn't even dare to hug her tightly.
He didn't know if the person in his arms was trembling or if he himself was trembling with fear.
"Ya-Xi, wake up, Ya-Xi, relax, don't bite yourself, Ya-Xi!"
Li Yaxi thought that after so many years, even if she couldn't let go of her hatred, she could at least pretend to be very calm when facing Han Weiming.
He had been mentally preparing himself for twelve years.
But when Han Weiming suddenly barged into his world, all his defenses crumbled instantly, leaving him utterly defeated.
At this moment, Li Yaxi is immersed in painful memories, those memories that she had deliberately sealed away since the moment of her rebirth are instantly awakened.
He experienced the agony of dying once again.
The image shows him abandoning his self-respect and crawling on the ground like a dog, clinging to Han Weiming's feet and begging desperately.
Han Weiming's once gentle eyes were now filled with disgust and contempt as he looked at the man groveling at his feet.
The lips that had whispered sweet nothings to him countless days and nights now uttered words that would plunge him into an abyss of despair.
Li Yaxi, nestled in Feng Zihao's arms, seemed to hear the sound of the door closing again, along with those familiar footsteps, but no longer the gentle, tender arrival, but the ruthless departure.
A series of lewd faces, figures venting their frustrations on him.
Two days of torture, the humiliation of being gang-raped, the pain of being torn apart, and the despair of being betrayed by a lover.
He never considered suicide; he even wanted to use his broken body to ask Han Weiming a question.
Are you satisfied now?
Before he could even speak, a small bullet flew from the muzzle of the gun in Han Weiming's hand and shattered his heart.
Li Yaxi didn't understand Han Weiming's ruthlessness. From the day she got together with him, Li Yaxi loved this man wholeheartedly.
To be worthy of him, Li Yaxi learned noble etiquette and complex and difficult knowledge, worked for him, and transformed herself for him.
The child who never held his head high and was always insecure gradually transformed into an elegant and noble young man in the eyes of others. He never spoke of the effort and suffering he endured along the way.
He didn't understand, and he never understood until his death, why all the love he gave had resulted in such an ending.
Everyone cherishes life. When Han Weiming pushed him out to take the blame, he only resented him, but didn't hate him much.
Han Weiming wanted him dead, but at that moment, he hated only himself more.
He gave all his love and devotion to Han Weiming in exchange for dignity, only to be pushed away as if he had encountered something unclean.
He is a man, and doesn't have such a strong concept of chastity.
But precisely because he is a man, he also has things he cherishes as his own life and things that he will not tolerate being violated.
But they were all ruined by the same person.
The humiliation and trampled dignity she suffered before her death now gripped Li Yaxi's heart like sharp claws.
He was in pain, so much pain that he couldn't breathe, so much pain that his heart felt numb.
If Li Yaxi doesn't wake up soon, he will die again from the pain of the past.
Blood slowly seeped from the corner of his tightly closed mouth, his empty pupils became unfocused, and his heavy breathing grew weaker and weaker.
Feng Zihao cried out to Li Yaxi in great alarm, desperately trying to wake the person who might die in the next second.
While those around him might have been terrified by this turn of events, Feng Zihao was overwhelmed with fear, almost suffocating.
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