Jiang Nv is indescribable

Chapter 393 The Woman in the Mirror
After that day, Jiang Fosang couldn't keep up his spirits for several days, he ate little and couldn't sleep well.

She even began to be afraid of nightfall, because when she closed her eyes, there would always be some messy people and things rushing into her mind.

I don't know where it came from, and I don't know what it has to do with me...

She thought it was a dream, but why was it always those scenes over and over again?

It's strange, yet strangely familiar, as if it's been experienced personally.

But how is it possible?The people in the dream were all wearing strange clothes, they didn't look like people from Dayan, and she hadn't even left Jingling before she got married.

The dreams are fragmented and incoherent, making people confused and giving people a very unpleasant feeling.She instinctively rejected it, and didn't really want to dream about those.

Hu Changheng called the medical officer to the study.

"My wife was getting better before, and when Meilin came back for the doctor's visit, you said it was all right, but in the past few days it has been getting worse day by day, why?"

The medical officer laughed and said, "The young master has taken good care of the young lady. This is a sign of improvement. You don't have to be afraid of internal heat and stuffiness, insomnia and dreamy dreams. I will prescribe another——"

"You mean," Nan Quan stared blankly, interrupting him, "Young Madam's memory is about to recover?"

The medical officer didn't say anything dead, only that there was a sign of this.

After sending the medical officer away, Nan Quan looked at his young master, "Did you hear it just now?"

Seeing that the young master was silent for a long time, Nan Quan tentatively said, "Young Madam's body is almost recuperated, so what kind of blood stasis medicine is not good for taking too much, young master, do you want to stop it?"

Except for some minor abrasions on the young lady's body, there was no serious trauma. The medical officer said that she might have internal blockage of blood stasis in her brain, so the prescriptions she prescribed were mainly for promoting qi to relieve pain and promoting blood circulation to remove blood stasis.

Now it looks really effective.

It's just that if it continues, it is inevitable for the young lady to recover her memory, so Nan Quan only asked this question.He was not sure whether the young master wanted to make the young lady remember the past.

Hu Changheng didn't answer, but thought of another thing.

This afternoon, when he was feeding Liuniang the medicine, he accidentally spilled a drop on the back of his hand.

Liu Niang took the silk handkerchief and wiped it for him, and then rubbing his palm, she said, "There is a scar here, why is it gone?"

After asking, she froze herself.

After looking at his right hand, she took a look at his left hand and made sure that both were in good condition without any trace of injury. She fell into confusion again: "Did I remember wrong again?"

Hu Changheng looked at her, his heart sank slowly.

Her terrified state in Meilin was clearly the result of what Xiao Yuandu had done to her.

As much as he loves her, he hates himself.If she hadn't married him, she wouldn't have encountered these catastrophes, but he didn't protect her well...

As for the instigator, Xiao Wu, he wished to kill him sooner.

He thought Liu Niang must have thought the same way.

But now, he's not sure.

Turning her head to look out of the window, her heart felt sad, "Liu Niang, what did you do to him—"

"Young Master!" Tao Rang appeared outside the door, "Young Madam has woken up and is looking for Young Master."

Hu Changheng came back to his senses, got up with his hands on the desk, and followed her to the inner courtyard.

Leaving Nan Quan anxious, should the medicine be stopped or not? -
There are fish in the evening meal, and I don’t know where to get them at this time.Hu Changheng picked out all the thorns, Jiang Fosang rarely ate more.

After dinner, he accompanied her for a walk in the backyard before sending her back to the inner room.

After Jiang Fosang washed up, he didn't feel sleepy, but he kept his eyes open and refused to sleep.

Hu Changheng read half a volume of "Dushui Zhi" to her.

The book sounded boring, after a while Jiang Fosang closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually became steady.

Hu Changheng put down the book and smiled.

Stretching out his hand to tuck in the corner of the quilt, he touched her cheek with his fingers, the smile gradually faded away, and a look of sadness appeared in his eyes.

As the night deepened, the person on the couch suddenly trembled, and then his brows furrowed, his expression revealing a serious anxiety.

Jiang Fosang had that unrelated dream again, but this time it gradually became coherent.

Devastated, full of wailing, endless physical and mental torture, dignity trampled on the soles of the feet, struggling to survive but unexpected changes, relying on each other but turning against each other...

The brazier is really hot, her face hurts so much, the name tattooed on her face, the half-filled drug for dumb...

Living like an ant, living in a dark place, thinking that this life is all there is to it.

But one day, someone pointed at her, "It's her."

So she was sent to a small courtyard.

Still not free, still imprisoned, but there, she walked out of the nightmare and gained a new life.

She speaks again, she learns to laugh again...

Winter passed and spring came, and several years passed, but the person who pulled her out of the abyss suddenly fell down.

"Don't feel sorry for me, I'm not dead, I'm going back, back to my hometown..."

As she was dying, she caressed her scarred face with a skinny hand and sighed, "Ah Chou, what will you do if I leave? The only thing I can't let go of is you."

"Then you take me away, okay? Go to your hometown, wherever you want." She wept silently, begging softly, like a bereaved dog who is afraid of being abandoned.

"Not good." The person on the couch shook his head weakly, the water light flashed into his temples, but the corner of his mouth was smiling, "Although human desires are dirty, this world is beautiful, live well, and one day you will find your happiness .”

She shook her head, kept shaking her head.There is no moment of joy in life, where is happiness to be found.

"You forgot how you promised me? I still have something to tell you to do..." The hand that was caressing her face finally fell powerlessly.

Not long after, she walked out of the small courtyard, knelt down in front of a beautiful woman in a fine attire, kowtowed mechanically until her head was bleeding.

"...Want me to promise you? Unless you swear on that person's soul..."

She raised her hand slowly: "I swear..."

In the end, the deceased was buried in peace.

Jiang Fosang felt like a wandering soul, stripped of his body, drifting to a completely strange place, becoming a bystander, watching half of a woman's life.

So tired, so painful, why is she still alive?Why do you have to live in such a mess?Wouldn't it be over once you die?Jiang Fosang couldn't figure it out.

What's even more incomprehensible is why she felt a kind of pain when those things clearly had nothing to do with her.The pain was so painful that the soul and body trembled, and it hurt even to breathe.

She closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to look again.

However, the chest was uncomfortable like suffocation. It seemed that a terrible monster was sealed inside, beating day and night, screaming and wanting to come out.

Jiang Fosang lowered his head and watched helplessly as a gap slowly opened in his heart, and hands protruded from it, without a trace of flesh and blood, only white bones remained.

The long and sharp nails suddenly stuck into the beating heart, and even the blood splashed, the hand was still tearing at both sides desperately, trying to tear a bigger hole, the monster was about to come out——

No, don't come out!

don't want! !
Jiang Fosang suddenly sat up.

The shadow of the candle was dim, and I didn't know whether it was sweat or tears on my face.

She had no time to think about it, so she opened the curtain, lay barefoot on the bed, and rushed to the dressing table.

Looking at herself in the bronze mirror, she breathed a sigh of relief.

It's okay, it's okay, it's a false alarm.

She is still her, not the evil ghost in the dream.

"It's just a dream..."

Jiang Fusang smiled, and was about to get up and go back to the couch when his eyes froze suddenly.

In the bronze mirror, her smile faded away a little bit, and a horrible mark appeared on the smooth and unmarked right half of her face, which continued to extend all the way to her neck.

At the same time, three words slowly appeared on the left cheek...

No, she subconsciously shook her head.

He raised his hand and stroked his face and neck indiscriminately.

It's not her, it's not her.

"I am you." The woman in the mirror suddenly said, "What are you afraid of? What are you running away from? Why don't you dare to face it? I am you."

"No, you're not me!"

She doesn't want to become that person, she doesn't want to live with scars all over her body.

The person in the mirror refused to let her go, his cold eyes seemed to be mocking her cowardice, and his words were sharp as a knife...

She didn't want to hear it, she didn't want to hear a word!

Jiang Fosang covered his ears, but he couldn't block the voice no matter what.

Boundless fear grabbed her like a bone-like claw, and she was eager to get rid of it.

Looking around hurriedly, stood up staggeringly, picked up the incense burner from the table next to it, and threw it at the bronze mirror!

　Let me tell you, the performance of this book is not good, the monthly manuscript fee is not even half of the previous book, and the benefits of the starting point have not been fully paid, so I didn't want to talk about many chapters, and I didn't want to borrow the plot of amnesia.

　　Believe me, if I can finish this month while keeping the story line intact, I definitely don't want to wait until next month.After all, as a social animal who often works overtime, I am also very tired, and I have a little change in work, and the time will be even tighter.

　　Many branches and vines have been cut down, and the lines will probably be contracted later. Unimportant people (yes, I mean everyone except the heroine) will not become the main perspective, because the current support for me to write The motivation is to give the heroine an ending.

　　Still the same sentence, if you don't like it, you don't have to force it, and you can abandon the article freely.

　　I myself don't know what I will write later, so I can't promise you anything, just treat me as a broken pot.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)