"Nanxue, is that you? You are finally back?" Fu Chen looked at Xu Zhiru in front of him with a dazed look and a trembling voice.
Xu Zhiru's body stiffened slightly, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure. She gently hugged Fu Chen and whispered, "Ah Chen, it's me, I'm Zhiru. Don't you remember me?"
"Zhiru? No, you are Nanxue, you are my Nanxue." Fu Chen said stubbornly, his eyes full of pain and struggle, "Nanxue, why did you leave me? Do you know how much I miss you?"
Xu Zhiru's face turned gloomy, and a hint of jealousy flashed in her eyes.
She didn't expect that even at this time, Fu Chen was still thinking about Ning Nanxue.
"No, you are not her. You are not my Nanxue." Fu Chen suddenly pushed Xu Zhiru away, his eyes filled with pain and despair. "Nanxue, where are you? Why did you leave me? Can you come back?"
Xu Zhiru was pushed to the ground by Fu Chen, and her wrist hit the corner of the table, causing a sharp pain.
She looked at Fu Chen's painful face, her heart filled with anger and unwillingness.
But soon, her mood stabilized.
It’s no wonder that I have to use such dirty means. After all...who made Fu Chen make me feel a sense of crisis recently?
As long as he relied on her wholeheartedly, she would stop taking the medicine without a trace.
Ning Nanxue and Jiang Tingchen have been secretly investigating Xu Zhiru and the private clinic.
Fu Chen's mental state became worse and worse. He began to have hallucinations frequently and even mistook Xu Zhiru for Ning Nanxue.
He was sometimes lucid and sometimes confused, and he was on the verge of collapse.
"Ah Chen, how are you? Are you feeling better?" Xu Zhiru asked with concern, holding a bowl of hot porridge in her hand. "Come, have some porridge. I made it for you myself."
Fu Chen looked at Xu Zhiru in front of him and felt that the scene before his eyes had turned into chaos. Reality and illusion were intertwined, like a specimen soaked in formaldehyde, both real and fake, within reach yet out of reach.
He often saw Ning Nanxue, either in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the office or in a corner of the house. She was wearing his favorite red dress, with long hair draped over her shoulders and a sad look in her eyes.
He stretched out his hand, trying to grab her, but always missed.
Those phantoms were like bubbles, bursting and disappearing without a trace the moment he touched them.
He heard Ning Nanxue's cries, the voice was shrill and desperate, echoing in his ears like a curse, making his heart ache.
"Nanxue, Nanxue..." Fu Chen murmured to himself, his voice filled with pain and regret, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Xu Zhiru stood aside, looking at Fu Chen's painful face, her heart filled with jealousy and anger.
"Ah Chen, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!" Xu Zhiru asked with feigned concern, her voice trembling slightly. "Are you hallucinating again?"
Fu Chen did not answer. He just closed his eyes tightly, trying to dispel the terrible images in his mind.
"A Chen, look at me, I am Zhiru, don't you remember me?" Xu Zhiru gently shook Fu Chen's body, her voice full of grievance.
Fu Chen slowly opened his eyes and looked at Xu Zhiru in front of him with a dazed look, "Zhiru? Is that you?"
"It's me, Ah Chen, it's me." Xu Zhiru said quickly, with a hint of joy in her voice, "You finally recognized me."
Fu Chen looked at Xu Zhiru's concerned face, and his eyes gradually regained clarity. "Zhiru, I just...did I talk nonsense again?"
"No, Ah Chen, you're not talking nonsense." Xu Zhiru said gently, her voice full of comfort, "You're just too tired and need a good rest."
Fu Chen looked at Xu Zhiru with a complicated look in his eyes, "Zhiru, am I... am I useless?"
"No, Ah Chen, you're not useless, you're just too tired." Xu Zhiru gently hugged Fu Chen into her arms and comforted him softly, "Don't worry, I will always be with you and help you get through this difficult time."
Fu Chen hugged Xu Zhiru tightly, as if he was holding on to the last straw.
Xu Zhiru secretly observed Fu Chen's reaction. She found that Fu Chen's mental state was getting worse and worse, and she felt secretly proud of herself.
"Ah Chen, have you been under too much pressure recently? Do you want me to give you a massage?" Xu Zhiru asked softly, her fingers gently rubbing Fu Chen's temples.
"Yeah." Fu Chen replied in a low voice, his voice full of fatigue.
Xu Zhiru's lips curled up into an imperceptible sneer. She took out a small bottle from the drawer of the bedside table, poured out a pill, and handed it to Fu Chen: "Ah Chen, take the medicine quickly, and then go to sleep."
Fu Chen didn't think much about it, took the pill and swallowed it with water.
Xu Zhiru watched Fu Chen swallow the pill, and a glimmer of pride flashed in her eyes?
"Achen, you should have a good rest. I will stay by your side." Xu Zhiru said gently. Her voice was full of care, but there was a hint of viciousness in her eyes.
Fu Chen felt sleepy, he closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.
"Ring, ring, ring..." Fu Chen's cell phone suddenly rang. Xu Zhiru picked up the phone and saw that the caller ID was "Mom". A trace of disgust flashed in her eyes.
Xu Zhiru hung up the phone directly. She didn't want anyone to disturb her and Fu Chen's "world of two people".
"Achen, let's take a picture." Xu Zhiru said softly, with a hint of temptation in her voice.
Fu Chen did not respond, he was still immersed in his dream.
Xu Zhiru picked up Fu Chen's mobile phone, turned on the camera, snuggled in Fu Chen's arms, posed in an intimate posture, and then pressed the shutter button.
With a "click", the photo was taken.
Xu Zhiru looked at the intimate appearance of the two people in the photo and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.
She sent the photo to Fu's mother, then turned off Fu Chen's phone and threw it aside.
Mother Fu looked at the photos she received on her phone and trembled with anger. She had never expected Xu Zhiru to be so arrogant and dare to do such a thing when Fu Chen was sick.
"This bitch, what on earth does she want to do?" Fu's mother roared, her voice filled with anger and unwillingness, "Does she want to kill Ah Chen?"
Fu's mother kept calling Fu Chen, but the phone was always turned off.
"No, I can't wait any longer. I want to go see Achen." Mother Fu said, her voice full of worry.
Fu Chen's mental state deteriorated, and he began to engage in self-harming behaviors: banging his head against the wall, beating his chest with his hands, and even cutting his wrists with a knife.
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