Chapter 93 He was trapped in a dream he couldn't wake up from, and fell in love with nightmares.
Fu Hanchuan rushed into the room and saw blood everywhere.
Wen Yanyu collapsed onto the edge of the balcony, black and dirty blood continuously spilling from his mouth, as if trying to cleanse all the blood in his body, soaking a large area of the carpet.
Fu Hanchuan's breath hitched for a second. He rushed onto the balcony, wrapped the person in a blanket, and carried them outside.
Wen Yanyu's eyes were half-closed, her consciousness was hazy, waves of pain came one after another, and her whole body was cold. In just a few minutes, her whole body looked as if she had been pulled out of the water and was in a miserable state.
Lying in the ambulance.
He couldn't make out what the voice was, but he could vaguely hear Fu Hanchuan sobbing and telling him not to be afraid.
Wen Yanyu unconsciously wanted to smile and tease the man, "It's clearly you who's afraid."
But I had no strength left in my body.
Even opening my eyes is extremely difficult.
So sleepy.
The doctors around him kept performing tests on him that he couldn't see clearly.
It's so noisy.
They were chattering something in my ear.
I want to go home.
He saw it; Fu Hanchuan was crying.
Subconsciously, she thought that Fu Hanchuan was crying so hard because she was sick.
Pain slows down thinking.
I just want to go home.
She wanted to tell Fu Hanchuan that she was alright.
He tried to say something to the man intermittently.
Take me home.
Why are you crying?
Don't cry.
It's so cold, so very cold.
I want you to hug me.
Hug me.
I don't want to lie here.
I want to go home.
Her gaze toward Fu Hanchuan grew increasingly desperate.
Wen Yanyu blinked gently, not understanding what had happened.
Until the vomited blood was aspirated into the trachea.
Outside the hospital's intensive care unit.
Fu Hanchuan sat blankly in the corridor, staring at the sign that read "Families, please stop." He clutched a blanket that was completely soaked in blood, his eyes vacant and empty, and remained motionless for a long time.
Large patches of bright red seemed to still linger on my retina, blurring my vision and making my thoughts sluggish and rigid.
All I could hear was the incessant sound of rain, thunder, and footsteps.
But he couldn't hear anything anymore.
Only one heart beats fiercely in solitude.
It's very cold.
It hurts a lot.
Fu Hanchuan looked down at his legs.
Those old wounds brought excruciating pain during the damp rainy season, repeatedly reminding him of the pain and suffering he had endured in the past.
He seemed to have returned to the aftermath of that fire when he was a child.
He was that kind of person too.
Beside the coffin, he touched his mother's face, scorched and deformed by the flames, held her hand, and looked at his younger brother who had been pampering him just yesterday, now a man unrecognizable.
Lying in the hospital room.
Lying beside the cold tombstone.
Touching the blanket stained with blood.
Touching the thick, dirty soil.
In a nightmare from which I can never wake up.
In endless loneliness.
Listening to the sound of rain.
Listening to the thunder.
Listening to the laughter of that group, using innocent words as knives, their naive yet malicious mockery.
"Why didn't you die with your parents?"
"I heard he's a madman, just like his uncle."
"I hit you because I didn't like you."
"I heard that his family members all died. Could it all be because of him? Hahaha."
"You cripple."
A bayonet, both hidden and abhorrent, bound by blood ties.
"madman."
"Mad dog."
"Fu Hanchuan, you crazy lunatic!"
"Fu Hanchuan, you heartless madman! You're a jinx! You'll kill everyone around you sooner or later!"
"Fu Hanchuan, you damned beast, you should have died with your mother back then."
He listened as those voices dragged him into darkness, into the abyss of nightmares.
And then I heard the sound of crying.
You must live.
"Please don't close your eyes, look at me."
"As long as you wake up, I'll tell you the story of the puppy and the rabbit, okay? Don't sleep, live, don't close your eyes."
With love as the thread and hate as the thorns, that thorny path pulled him back from the darkness, even if he was covered in blood and gore.
"I love you."
I hate you.
"I hate you for making me suffer so much from loving you."
"I hate that you wanted to leave me alone, I hate that you didn't want to take me with you."
He was trapped in a dream he couldn't wake up from, and he fell in love with nightmares.
Fu Hanchuan tilted his head slightly, listening to the lament from the depths of his soul.
He heard the screams of pain that seemed to tear him apart.
A mournful cry echoed in his heart, a cry that only he could hear.
The footsteps approached from afar and stopped beside him.
The row of seats now has the weight of another person.
"Fu Hanchuan".
Someone is calling his name.
Fu Hanchuan didn't hear it.
"How is Yan Yu?" Gu Fengyao asked again.
Fu Hanchuan still didn't react.
Gu Fengyao frowned and remained silent for a moment.
"He's just out of danger, but he hasn't woken up yet. The doctor said he needs to be observed overnight before he can be transferred out."
As soon as Fu Hanchuan spoke, Gu Fengyao, who had been examining the slogans in the ward, immediately turned to look at him.
There is no other reason.
The man's voice was too hoarse at the moment, and the weak sound seemed to come from a broken speaker. Just hearing it once made one's heart tremble.
It's rare to see Fu Hanchuan like this.
It happened once or twice, and it was always because of Wen Yanyu.
"Fu Hanchuan".
Gu Fengyao called the man's name, his tone calm yet helpless: "Those things have nothing to do with Wen Yanyu. He's not your uncle, nor your father. People are different. Stop projecting those people's sins onto him. You're not only torturing Wen Yanyu, you're torturing yourself too. Let each other go."
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