The sound of rain intensified, and at the moment of thunder, he turned and stepped into the rain, while the whisper of Gu Ping'an biting his earlobe still echoed in his memory:
"Zhao, why is it that nothing I do is of any use..."
Yes, they deserve to die for making my peace so miserable and fall into hell!
Such a beautiful peace is pushed to a dead end and even to the point of murder.
Watching the beautiful Gu Ping'an become more and more stubborn and cruel.
He was so heartbroken that he wanted to die for her.
That day, Gu Ping'an came back from the rehearsal room of the medical school, curled up on the bed covered with his scarlet costume, and let the tears fall one by one.
It was also on that day that he discovered that Gu Ping'an had completely changed. There was no light in his eyes, no love, only hatred.
Her fingertips repeatedly stroked the gold tassels on his costume, her voice sweet as if poisoned:
"Zhao, they all say that your portrayal of Yang Guifei captivated everyone, but I'm always afraid..."
"What are you afraid of?"
He leaned over, his warm breath brushing against her red earlobe, and the satin costume made a slight tearing sound beneath them.
He lowered his head and kissed the hollow of her neck, and heard her gasping for breath and laughing through her tears:
"I'm afraid you only see the drama and not me."
"No matter how beautiful the people on the stage are, can they compare to you?"
Lin Zhao suddenly kissed the smiling lips and rolled her lower lip heavily with her teeth.
The moment the smell of blood exploded in their mouths, Gu Pingan suddenly turned over and pressed him under the quilt, scratching bloody marks on his chest with his nails:
"When Jin Wenge died, I should have called you."
Lin Zhao said hoarsely, grabbing her wrist and letting her place her cold fingertips against her violently beating heart.
The rain was pouring outside the window, drowning out the intertwined gasps and the sounds of tearing silk in the house. In the midst of his surging passion, he stared at Gu Ping'an's flushed face - he finally understood that the so-called moth flying into the flame was never tragic, but rather a happy endeavor.
"You should have told me about Jin Wenge. If I had known he would dare to do that to you..."
There was a crazy murderous intent in his eyes:
"He shouldn't just die in the fire. I'm going to gouge out his flesh piece by piece and let him know the price of touching you."
Gu Pingan smiled and curled up in his arms, his warm breath brushing against his tense jaw:
"It's too late to talk about this now."
Her nails dug deep into his back:
"But it doesn't matter, there are still Fu Hanzhou and Qin Ying..."
"None of them can escape."
Lin Zhao interrupted her, her voice as cold as if it had been pulled out of an ice cellar:
"I will use their blood to cleanse everything that has ever made you frown."
Gu Pingan kissed him deeply, and separated for a long while, whispering softly:
"Zhao, why are you so nice to me?"
Lin Zhao hugged her tighter, a crazy smile on his lips:
"Because you're everything to me."
He repeated almost paranoidly:
"Without you, my world has no meaning."
Gu Ping'an didn't say anything for a long time, but he suddenly felt a warm and wet feeling on his chest. He looked down and saw Gu Ping'an with tears streaming down her face. Her expression was the most sorrowful he had ever seen.
"Fu Hanzhou will never look at me..."
Lin Zhao ripped open her collar like crazy and bit her collarbone, leaving teeth marks:
"I didn't even give him a chance to open his eyes."
At this moment, he raised his head and let the rain fall on his face. He stroked the teeth mark scar on his Adam's apple, which was the "medal" left by Gu Ping'an.
"Ping An, this time it's my turn to take the field myself. Even if I'm torn to pieces, I'll clear all obstacles for you."
He chuckled at the dark sky, his costume fluttering in the wind like a burning flame.
"It's... your turn to watch me take my bow."
This time, he would use the blood of Fu Hanzhou and Qin Ying to pave a road full of blood-red roses for the man in prison.
*
The smell of disinfectant in the ward was strong and pungent. Fu Hanzhou leaned on the hospital bed, holding the investigation report sent by Xiaocheng between his fingertips. The pages had become rough from his rubbing.
Lin Zhao?
Looks like him?
The news left him in shock.
Xiaocheng said that during the investigation, people from the art troupe would mention him with a secretive smile and a casual remark, "He looks like Captain Fu."
The sunlight from outside the window filtered through the glass, casting varying shades of light on his face. His frowning expression made Qin Ying, who had pushed the door open, pause.
"Still thinking about the case?"
She put the enamel pot on the bedside table and deliberately broke the silence with a relaxed tone.
I noticed that he quickly stuffed half of the report under his pillow, his movements deliberately concealing it.
Fu Hanzhou's Adam's apple rolled, avoiding her gaze:
"nothing."
"Don't hide, heal your wound first."
She reached out to take the report, but Fu Hanzhou grabbed her wrist.
His palms were sickly warm, but his eyes were extremely stubborn:
"It's okay, don't worry about it."
"I'm not worried? The wound on your stomach will have to be stitched up again if it opens again."
She broke free from his hand and pulled out the report from under her pillow.
The two words "Lin Zhao" circled in red were as glaring as a wound.
"Xiaocheng said that the old members of the art troupe were all frightened when they mentioned Yu Ji, saying that he was always practicing some strange movements in front of the mirror over and over again."
Fu Hanzhou's Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible:
"They are all... imitating me. At first they looked like me, then they imitated me, even the way I walked."
Qin Ying's fingers stiffened, and she suddenly remembered every ordinary morning, when Fu Hanzhou stood in the morning light and straightened his military uniform.
At that time, I only thought that he was heroic, majestic and upright. Now I was shocked to realize that some people have engraved another person's posture into their bones because of a morbid obsession.
"Why would he do this?"
Her voice trembled unconsciously.
His fingertips touched the photo of Lin Zhao in the report - the man's eyebrows and eyes did look a bit like Fu Hanzhou, but his eyes were burning with a sacrificial fanaticism.
Fu Hanzhou's Adam's apple rolled and his voice became hoarse:
"He must be doing this to keep her safe. He loves her so much that he's willing to do anything for her, so he's willing to meet her pathological demands without any bottom line."
Qin Ying was so shocked that she didn't know what to say. The person hiding behind the pink costume turned out to be a madman who was willing to be a shadow.
She remembered that when she was studying for her doctorate, she had read psychological cases in this area. They were twisted and dark, but the pure and crazy emotions like Lin Zhao's still made her spine chill.
"A person who can sacrifice himself for the one he loves can do anything."
Qin Ying sat beside his bed with a serious expression:
"We must be vigilant against this Lin Zhao."
Fu Hanzhou's temples were throbbing. This was what he had been worried about after seeing the report.
His eyes fell on the report in Qin Ying's hand, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth:
"I didn't expect Gu Ping'an's obsession with me was deeper than I imagined. He was so obsessed that he didn't even let go of someone who looked like him. He treated Lin Zhao as an actor playing 'me'.
When he uttered the word "crazy," his tone was filled with disgust and fear that he himself was not even aware of.
He was disgusted by this abnormal relationship, and terrified that he had unknowingly become the instigator of this farce.
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