Chapter 142 Pulling Her Out of the Nightmare
It's late at night.
Shi Yin, who had finally fallen asleep for the second time, fell into a dream again.
Dizzying white fog.
Bone-chilling temperature.
Shi Tianhong, who was supposed to be under investigation at the Procuratorate, returned to the Shi Group and once again took the top position as Chairman. Shi Qinghe, who had been lame and in a state of disarray in the detention center, stood up and linked hands with the elegantly dressed Song Sinian. Cheng Lan, on the side, was counting the family fortune.
While chatting and laughing.
Several people turned their heads.
Several pairs of eyes were fixed on her.
Their smiles were strange, and their laughter wrapped around Shi Yin like a poisonous snake, making it difficult for her to breathe.
"These are just your dreams."
"A beautiful dream before death."
"To think that you can bring down all of us by yourself is wishful thinking."
"Shi Yin, no matter how much you struggle, it's useless. From the moment you were born, you were destined to be a disaster, a bad luck god that everyone will dislike."
Shi Yin tried to resist.
Her limbs felt like they were bound by something, especially her legs, which she couldn't move at all. She looked down and saw that she was sitting in a wheelchair, her legs useless.
She fought desperately to survive.
Do your best to save yourself.
She endured the mental pain again and again and climbed up, stepping on those who bullied her and making those who had laughed at her dare not point fingers at her anymore.
She fought for her dignity and future.
Everything is fake?
None of them exist?
Is it really like what Shi Qinghe mocked her, that everything she worked hard for was just a dream she had after becoming disabled?
The Shi family didn't go bankrupt, Cheng Lan didn't become a vegetable, Shi Tianhong wasn't reported to the procuratorate by Secretary Li under her real name, and Shi Qinghe wasn't detained for being infamous?
"Shi Yin, you are a clown."
"I pursued you for a bet. I spent hundreds of nights around you trying to please you. I feel sick every time I think about it. Someone like you who has no sense of existence is a waste of air in this world."
"Why didn't you give Shi Yin away back then?"
"Why did you give birth to her?"
"We live under the same roof, eat the same things, wear the same things, and Qinghe is so outstanding, everyone praises her, and she is a source of pride for both of us. But Shiyin is timid and withdrawn, and everyone despises her. I can't even lift my head when I take her out."
"Just die."
"If I died I wouldn't be so annoying."
"There's no pain in death."
“…”
Each word "death" added weight to the air, weighing down Shi Yin, who couldn't even get up. Her immobile body felt as if tens of thousands of maggots were gnawing at her bones and blood. The pain was agonizing, but she didn't know where it was.
She tried to crawl forward.
But I couldn't lift my arms at all.
She tried to bite her tongue to feel the pain, but every organ felt like it was being nailed shut, and her last shred of hope for survival was extinguished. She watched as those men, their mouths agape, lunged forward, trying to drag her into this endless hell.
The word "help" just came to my lips.
There was a loud bang.
The surroundings were instantly razed to the ground, and the evil spirits that came to claim his life disappeared. Shi Yin slowly raised her head and looked towards the end of the white fog. She saw a scene from Christmas Eve: a little girl sitting on the street selling grenades.
No one bought her grenades.
It's too cold.
She thought of her deceased grandmother, so she lit a grenade and took the whole town to see her grandmother. There was a turtle at her feet. The doctor was examining the turtle and said there was a small insect in its ear. The insect said it was telling stories to the little turtle.
"Han Zhan! You are the cuckold!"
"Han Zhan! Your whole family is a bunch of bastards!"
"Han Zhan, the turtle is biting me."
"Han Zhan——"
Shi Yin suddenly opened his eyes.
She stared fixedly at the black ceiling above the Zen room, subconsciously pressing down on her arm. Touching the unhealed wound through her sleeve, she clearly felt the pain, and Shi Yin breathed a sigh of relief.
fine.
Can feel pain.
This means that the patient has not yet reached the point where special medicine is needed to save his life.
"Wife?"
The person next to him woke up, and the slight movement of getting up was heard along with his low, magnetic voice. Then, Han Zhan's face, which was about to wake up, was reflected in Shi Yin's eyes.
The body wakes up.
Not conscious yet.
She was a little confused, and her peach blossom eyes were wrinkled, not as frivolous as usual, but rather a little childish and cute. Before Shi Yin could speak, Han Zhan's arm came across, holding her shoulders, and patted her back rhythmically again and again: "Did you have a nightmare, honey? Don't be afraid, don't be afraid——"
His embrace is generous and warm.
The smell on your body is also very pleasant.
Shi Yin lay quietly, letting his chin touch the top of her head and his hand patting her back. Not long after, she heard him mutter, "What did you dream about, honey?"
"A ghost is chasing me."
"Have you taken this good Zhan Meng of mine in? I will charge into battle for you, and see which ghost dares to catch you——"
"I dreamed of a little girl selling grenades."
"Um?"
"And you, you bastard."
Han Zhan: “…”
He seemed to be waking up a little.
After being stunned for a moment, he looked down at the person in his arms.
In the hazy moonlight outside, they glanced at each other several times. Han Zhan coughed lightly, looked away first, and changed the subject: "Lu Cheng told me that story, and I was also tricked. When we return to the capital tomorrow, honey, I will beat him up for you. How could my wife be a cuckold? My wife is the most beautiful flower bud in the world."
"Go to sleep."
"Okay, wife."
"Stop talking."
"I shut up, wife."
The Zen room fell silent again late at night.
Shi Yin had trouble falling asleep. She lay silently on her side, listening to Han Zhan's steady heartbeat and sensing his gradually steady, long breathing. Knowing he was asleep, she slowly raised her head in his arms, gazing up at his handsome, well-behaved face as he fell asleep.
In fact, she woke him up.
On right and wrong.
She is the one who should apologize.
However, in front of Han Zhan, Shi Yin never seemed to need to bow her head. He would always admit his mistakes before her and coax her with gentle words, time and time again, with great patience.
Shi Yin stretched out his arm.
Reach out your hand slowly.
The white fingertips carefully fell on his thick, black eyebrows, long eyelashes, high nose bridge, and that mouth that was very good at making people happy.
The tip of her finger touched his lower lip.
Slightly cool to the touch.
Shi Yin stared at him intently for a few seconds, raised her body a little, tilted her head upwards a little, and gently kissed him on the lips as if stamping a seal.
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