He pleaded with Qin Ying bitterly.
Qin Ying laughed wildly, but her face was full of tears.
Qin Meihua hid aside and secretly curled up the corners of her mouth.
He wanted to roar, wanted to tear it all apart, but heard "himself" coldly ask Qin Shengcai:
"What's going on? Why are you tying her up?"
"Hurry up and save him!"
Entering the dream, Fu Hanzhou yelled at "himself":
"Hurry up and save them!"
He saw "himself" suddenly stand up and shout to the people around him:
"Put out the fire quickly! If it continues like this, the neighbors around will suffer!"
Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhao Shunxi also shouting:
"Call the police! Call the police! This bitch wants to kill someone!"
Qin Shengcai squatted on the threshold, puffing on his pipe, looking unhurried:
"This bitch is cheating on her, and we are disciplining her on behalf of the Fu family! If she wants to die, then let her die. No one can stop her. We raised her to this age, and she is such a heartless person."
Fu Hanzhou looked at all this and suddenly thought of what was written in Qin Ying's diary. She said that Qin Ying was so insignificant, how could she possibly fight against them, and she could only die.
Yes, these people are harming him, even his adoptive father is harming her.
Perhaps at this time, Qin Ying didn't even know that Qin Shengcai was not her biological father at all.
He watched Qin Ying being engulfed by the sea of fire, madly colliding with the wall of fire, a desperate roar coming out of his throat, but every time his palm passed through Qin Ying's body, he could only touch a ball of illusory heat.
In the chaos, her eyes met Fu Hanzhou who had entered the dream. At that moment, he seemed to hear Qin Ying's crying beside the bed - the sound overlapped with the despair in the dream, and it made his heart ache.
When the sirens sounded from far away, Qin Ying was already exhausted.
She slumped down in the mess, looking at her blistered hands, and suddenly burst into a sharp laugh:
"Come on! Take me away! I'd have already rotted in this hell anyway!"
When the cold handcuffs locked her wrists, she suddenly turned her head to look at "herself", her eyes filled with despair and deep hatred.
"Fu Hanzhou!"
Her voice pierced through the crackling of the fire, and her blood-foamed roar shattered everyone's eardrums.
"You are not worthy of being the leader. I have waited for you for two years in vain. You are blind and cannot see the truth!"
The police car roared away. In the back seat, Qin Ying's eyes gradually became empty, just like when she was locked up in this mud house, staring at the hole in the roof and waiting to die.
Fu Hanzhou looked at "himself" with a frown, standing there in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.
"She's right, you really don't deserve it! You're the one who hurt her!"
He roared in pain at "himself".
The charred remains of the wedding character on the wall fluttered in the wind, and he suddenly felt his heart being tightly grasped by an invisible hand - the monitor in reality emitted a long, shrill beep at this moment.
"Fu Hanzhou!"
He seemed to hear that anxious and worried voice again, vague yet clear.
"Why are you crying? Wake up!"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
Qin Ying looked at Fu Hanzhou who was still unconscious and kept mumbling. Her heart was gripped tightly. Was he having a nightmare?
She raised her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.
"Don't worry, I'm here."
Fu Hanzhou suddenly felt a warm touch on his face, and he subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to touch the source of the warmth.
But he found that the sunlight above his head suddenly turned into the incandescent light of the prison, casting mottled shadows on the wall. Qin Ying curled up on the moldy straw mat, and the purple marks on her neck caused by the villagers' strangulation had begun to fester.
He saw the prison guard throw in an envelope, and heard a cold voice:
"You'd better save your energy. Captain Fu won't see you. You have no relationship with him anymore. Besides, you can't write a letter. You have to accept your fate when it's time. How can you marry him?"
Only then did Fu Hanzhou see clearly that there were torn pieces of letter paper scattered beside her pillow, each of which was written with "Fu Hanzhou". It was obvious that the handwriting was not hers. She couldn't write it, so she must have asked the prison guard to write it.
But why didn’t “I” receive the letter?
He slapped himself hard on the face. What had he done?
“Cough… cough cough…”
The violent coughing made the iron railings tremble, and dark red blood foam slid down the corners of her cracked mouth.
Fu Hanzhou rushed over, his hands trembling, trying to stop her bleeding, but his sword pierced her body.
Suddenly, the sound of high heels was heard outside the prison door. Qin Meihua walked in dressed in new clothes, with pearl necklaces on her neck and wrists, and she was dressed in jewels.
"Not dead yet?"
She covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief and glanced at Qin Ying's bloodstained prison uniform.
"How does it feel to rot like a maggot in prison? It's not that I want you to die, it's because after Fu Hanzhou saw you, he didn't touch me. It's all because of you. You bewitched him, so you have to die!"
She suddenly squatted down and pinched Qin Ying's chin with her fingertips:
"Blame it if you want, your face makes me uncomfortable!"
Qin Ying suddenly jumped up, and her skinny fingers tightly clasped Qin Meihua's wrist.
She let out a hoarse roar from her throat:
"Qin Meihua! Even if I become a ghost, I will drag you into hell!"
Just as the prison guard forcibly pulled the two apart, Qin Ying's gaze suddenly penetrated the dream and looked straight in the direction of Fu Hanzhou.
A sneer appeared on the corner of her bloodstained mouth:
"Fu Hanzhou... In the next life, it will be your turn to experience the feeling of having your heart ripped out!"
Fu Hanzhou staggered in shock and knelt on the ground in pain:
"I deserve to die, I deserve to die!"
The alarm on the monitor suddenly sounded shrilly.
"Why is your heart rate so fast?"
Qin Ying looked at the numbers on the monitor, held Fu Hanzhou's hand, and shouted anxiously:
"doctor!"
"doctor!"
He felt the scalding water droplets on his hand again. He raised his hand and looked, only to find that the dampness of the rainy season, wrapped in a musty smell, had seeped into the Fu family's living room.
He found himself back home and saw "himself" sitting silently on the sofa.
Holding a report in his hand.
When he walked over, he found that it was a notice of Qin Ying's death, specially sent to Qin Meihua.
Fu Hanzhou looked at the word "death" in disbelief, heartbroken, and shouted at "himself":
"You're happy, but she's dead! She's dead!"
He looked at "himself" with a frown on his face, his mind wandering, and swung his fist at him fiercely:
"Who are you pretending to be like this for now? She can't see it!"
Unfortunately, no matter how he roared and yelled, it was of no avail.
Aunt Wu, who was cooking in the kitchen, came out clutching her apron and stood in front of "herself." Her hands trembled slightly, and she hesitated to speak.
"Captain Fu... This morning at the vegetable market, someone saw Meihua and a man entering the Chengxi Guesthouse..."
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