Chapter 217 The rose he gave her was like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, foreshadowing her death

Shang Wanwan slept very uneasily. She stayed in the hall until midnight and fell asleep on the sofa without realizing it.

Huo Dongming didn't see her going upstairs for a long time, so he went downstairs to see her. He saw her thin body with a big belly, and her body was slumped abruptly on the sofa.

That kind of fragility makes people feel pity.

Seeing that the lights in the hall were still on, Mother Zhang didn't dare to close her eyes. She took a blanket and wanted to cover Shang Wanwan, but saw Huo Dongming extend his index finger and touch his lips, indicating not to wake her up.

Huo Dongming walked quietly to Shang Wanwan, leaned over and gently picked her up.

Even though she was five months pregnant, she was still light to him.

When she was picked up, she hugged him instinctively. Nestling in his arms, Shang Wanwan was like a well-behaved and docile cat. The incandescent light above her head poured down, illuminating her face, which looked pale and haggard.

She hasn't smiled since she came back. Huo Dongming's eyes were deeply fixed on the sparkling light at the corners of her eyes, the wetness there was the trace of tears.

She cried secretly again.

Huo Dongming's heart felt as if it was pierced by steel needles, and the tingling pain spread throughout his body.

He knew that her heart could never be returned, but he still didn't want to let her go.

Because he knew very well that if Shang Wanwan left this home and left him, her soul and body would no longer belong to him.

It is a man's bad nature not to allow others to have what he cannot have.

Huo Dongming felt that he seemed to have finally met the love of his life in the long river of time. This woman in front of him had invaded his life, blood, and even his bone marrow at some point in time.

He was content with the thought of her leaving him.

"Wanwan, what do you want me to do to make you love me again..."

The silver moonlight poured in from the floor-to-ceiling windows. Shang Wanwan was breathing softly. She was too sad and could only temporarily relieve the pain in her heart by sleeping.

Huo Dongming held her hand and placed it against his heart. Her hands were cold. It would be summer in a few months, but her body was still living in the cold winter.

He wanted to warm her with his body, so he unbuttoned his clothes and put her little hand inside.

However, when she touched his warm body, she shrank unconsciously and tried to pull back as if she was burned by something.

Huo Dongming held her hand, as if he was afraid that if he didn't hold it, she would disappear into thin air.

Shang Wanwan was sleeping soundly and had no idea that Huo Dongming was sitting quietly beside her, watching over her like a statue, and guarding her all night long.

The morning breeze is sweet, bringing in the faint scent of flowers that directly hits people's senses.

Shang Wanwan woke up with a faint smile on her face.

She lay on the clean white sheets, surrounded by the warmth of only one person.

The sunlight shone in, and her little face was confused and doubtful, as if she was neither awake nor awake.

She had a dream. In the dream, she and Huo Dongming were childhood sweethearts. He held her hand and swore in front of the holy temple that he would love only her.

They held their wedding with relatives and friends as witnesses. After marriage, he spoiled her to the heavens. Their love was enviable. They had a son and a daughter after marriage. They lived together until old age. He only loved her all his life.

This dream was so long, so beautiful, and so real that she couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream at this moment.

But, people will eventually wake up.

Shang Wanwan stood up and found herself still alone in this mansion worth tens of millions of dollars.

The fetal movement in her belly reminded her that she was pregnant. The man she loved so much had imprisoned her here, away from the light of day and in lonely sleep.

Her bare feet stepped on the carpet, making no sound.

There was still an unusual floral scent in the air, and she seemed drawn to it. She slowly strode to the window, opened it, and looked down into the yard.

The man who loved her in her dream was now directing the workers to cover the yard with red roses. Shang Wanwan's heart trembled violently, and her lips turned pale.

Huo Dongming turned the yard into a sea of ​​flowers, but she was not moved at all.

The bright red roses looked like a sea of ​​blood and corpses. Shang Wanwan was horrified. Her hand, which was resting on the windowsill, almost got embedded in the window sill. The sharp edge cut her skin and blood flowed out.

Her face was as white as paper, and a shade of red was reflected in her beautiful pupils, as if foreshadowing that her future would be nothing but death.

Perhaps, this is God's will.

Shang Wanwan fell to the ground, the blood from her palm stained the white carpet red. Her mind was blank and she even forgot to breathe.

Mother Zhang went upstairs and saw Shang Wanwan sitting on the ground in a daze, with blood oozing out of her right palm. She was so scared that she almost dropped the tray in her hand and hurried forward.

"Madam, what's wrong with you? I'll go call the gentleman..."

When Mother Zhang looked at the blood on Shang Wanwan's palm, her face turned as pale as paper.

"No, it's just a minor injury. Just bandage it, no need to make a fuss."

She used her uninjured hand to hold onto Zhang's mother and struggled to get up from the ground.

Why tell Huo Dongming? Will he feel sorry for her or laugh at her?

"Madam, wait a minute. I'll get you the medicine box."

Mother Zhang turned her back but her eyes were wet.

Mr. Huo only cared about getting flashy things for his wife, but he didn't realize that for a woman, the best reward for her love is her husband's care and consideration and a clean private life outside.

What wealth, money, flowers and jewelry.

To a woman who has given up on love and relationships, these are nothing but worthless broken stones and rotten flowers.

Shang Wanwan sat quietly on the sofa, her body and heart becoming numb.

There were footsteps coming from the corridor, but the heavy footsteps didn't sound like Zhang Ma's.

"What's wrong?"

When Huo Dongming walked in through the half-open door, he saw his wife sitting alone, bleeding still, with her feet covered in bright red.

"Mrs. Zhang..."

When Huo Dongming saw her completely indifferent expression, his heart ached.

Mother Zhang hurriedly found a medicine box and delivered it in time. Huo Dongming immediately opened the box and took out gauze, hemostatic drugs, and scissors from it.

He carefully lifted her palm, first gently wiped the blood stain with a cotton swab dipped in alcohol, and then applied medicine to stop the bleeding.

"You didn't say anything even though you were hurt. Aren't you afraid of the pain?"

Huo Dongming's eyes were full of concern.

Shang Wanwan still looked like a lifeless and unconscious doll, her empty eyes reflecting Huo Dongming's shadow, and last night's dream gradually became blurred, leaving only an afterimage.

"It doesn't hurt too much..."

she said.

Does it hurt? She doesn't feel anything.

"Nonsense, look at it, how can a cut this big not hurt? If it was any deeper it would have required stitches. Shang Wanwan, can you please take good care of yourself and stop worrying me?"

Huo Dongming carefully wrapped her wound with gauze. He half-knelt in front of her, his posture humble and respectful. Every movement he made was gentle, as if he treated her as a treasure, as if he was afraid that the slightest touch would bring her the slightest discomfort.

His focused and meticulous expression, as if he was performing a sacred ceremony, was filled with deep concern and care for her.

In my memory, Shang Wanwan was like a delicate flower, her skin was as delicate as silk, even the slightest scratch could make her burst into tears, as if the tiny pain was enough to shake her whole heart. She was an innocent girl, and every little thing could stir up her emotions.

She always followed him, like a happy little tail, jumping and chasing his figure. Whenever she accidentally bumped into his arms, her clear eyes would be misty, and her pouting mouth seemed to silently tell of her grievances, expecting him to give her some comfort.

Shang Wanwan is so innocent and fragile that the slightest touch can make her frown for a long time.

How could it not hurt when she was bleeding so much?

"It doesn't hurt, really. Huo Dongming, I won't feel any pain anymore..."