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Chapter 117 Nanxing, I’m sorry

But the pain surging in her heart made even the air feel bitter.

Her choking tone and thick nasal voice struck Nan Xing's heart.

She felt his pain.

"In the past few months, I have been living in the pain of guilt every day. Nan Xing, can you understand? It's the kind of pain where my heart is torn apart repeatedly. I even dream about my daughter, covered in blood, crying and asking me , she said, 'Mom, why do you forgive them? Mom, do you love me or not? Mom, are they true when they say I'm a loser and you won't love me?', my heart almost broke... …”

Yan Yue pressed her hand on her chest, and her voice broke.

Nan Xing felt her immense pain, and she felt uncomfortable. She stepped forward and hugged Yan Yue gently. She didn't even know how to soothe the pain in Yan Yue's heart.

Her daughter died, her son became seriously ill, and she was divorced.

Maybe sometimes a hug is the best comfort.

Those who encourage people to imagine a better future may not be suitable for Yan Yue.

Nan Xing wanted to wait for her to calm down before talking to her, but Yan Yue hugged her, Nan Xing was stunned for a moment, she was not used to being hugged so tightly.

"Nanxing...I'm sorry."

Yan Yue's voice was trembling.

Nan Xing didn't understand why she suddenly apologized. She was confused: "What are you sorry for?"

Yan Yue suddenly pushed her away and backed away. She knelt down directly in front of Nan Xing without raising her head. She said, "They asked me to do this. I'm really sorry, but I have no choice, even if it's a mistake." Yes, even if I die and go to the eighteenth level of hell, I will admit it. I just want my daughter to rest in peace, and my son can’t be saved. You and I have no enmity. I deserve to die if I harm you, but You want to kill me and I admit it."

Nan Xing looked at Yan Yue's abnormality. She was just surprised and touched her abdomen. There was a knife on her abdomen. She looked at Yan Yue in disbelief.

Nan Xing felt like her brain was on standby. What should she do now?
If she pulls out the knife, will it bleed?

Nan Xing was going crazy. She looked at Yan Yue who was kneeling on the ground without even daring to raise her head. She had nowhere to vent the anger in her heart.

And Yan Yue's son was lying on the hospital bed, and he couldn't see the rise and fall of his chest. If the machines hadn't said he was a dead man, she would have believed him.

But Yan Yue said personally that her son could not be cured.

She has gone crazy and doesn't care about right or wrong or committing evil.

"I made a mistake, and I will spend the rest of my life repaying it. I was abused at home in the first half of my life. I worked hard for his family like an old scalper, but what did I get in exchange? My daughter was despised, and my son When he gets sick, his family says it's bad luck, they are not willing to treat him at all, they say it's a waste of money, and they just want to divorce me and drive us away so he can marry someone else."

"They didn't give me a penny and forced my son's illness to be cured. My daughter is not even 12 years old. How could those beasts attack her? But they took advantage of their money to destroy my dignity. I stepped on them, 60, 60 bought my daughter's life, and they said to the outside world that my daughter didn't learn well at a young age. I have sacrificed so much, and I still can't save my son..."

"I didn't stab you very deeply. You should know who you offended. They said they only need to stab you. Nan Xing, I'm sorry for you. If you hate me, just stab me back. I won't hide or get out of the way." .”

Yan Yue didn't look up and kept talking. When the knife she held stabbed Nan Xing, her mission was completed.

She didn't know what the consequences would be, and she didn't want to know.

Nan Xing also offended someone. If she hadn't offended, they wouldn't have harmed her, and she was just a knife in someone else's hand.

She was ashamed of Nan Xing, but she didn't regret what she did, and she didn't even care if she was used.

Nan Xing felt very cold and she didn't dare to stay in the hospital any longer. She turned around and left the ward without saying a word to Yan Yue.It was just a very small dagger. If she blocked it with her hand, no one would be able to see it.

She took a taxi back home.

Trembling, she sent Cao Meiyu a message saying that she was on a business trip.

He also sent a message to Ouyang Nian, saying that he had to go out for something and take a week off.

She closed the door and locked it, exhaled heavily and came to the bathroom. Looking at the blood-red dagger on her waist, she wanted to cry.

But she could no longer shed tears.

Chu Chu ran away with her tail between her legs as soon as she entered.

Nan Xing combed her hair, took a towel and bit it in her mouth. She carefully stretched out her hand, gritted her teeth and pulled out the dagger.

She looked at the dagger. The blade was red and there was some moisture on it, but it was not blood.

She was stunned for a moment, and then carefully took off her clothes. There was a finger-long hole on her waist, and the flesh was exposed, but strangely there was no blood.

She could clearly see her texture, like lean meat with skin. She would menstruate every month, and she would obviously bleed, but why wouldn't she bleed when Yan Yue stabbed her?
Looking at the wound, Nan Xing didn't know how to deal with it for a moment. Logically speaking, it would have to be sutured, and it would also need to be checked to see if there was any damage to the internal organs.

And to check she had to go to the hospital.

Nan Xing felt herself becoming weak, so she found her medical kit, which contained some anti-inflammatory drugs. There were no needles and threads for sewing, only for mending clothes.

She first put on a few band-aids, which looked weird and unnatural, but she came back from the dead, didn't bleed even after being stabbed, and couldn't use common sense to deal with her situation.

She went to heat up the soup first and ate a large pot of it while her chaotic thoughts slowly came back.

She sterilized the needle and thread, sutured the wound herself, sprinkled it with anti-inflammatory drugs, and finally wrapped it with gauze.

Just like last year, she silently closed herself up and huddled at home, waiting for the unknown judgment.

Will it begin to rot on its own?Will he die completely?
She didn't know what would happen. She didn't even dare to let people know her secret. She had just joined the Xuanmen Department and had just learned a little about Xuanmen. She was not yet sure whether she was related to the extraditer. Minister Ouyang Nian was very good. But what if he can't be trusted?
People change. She doesn't look at everyone's past or future when she meets them.

Nan Xing fell asleep in a daze.

In the hazy chaos, she heard many people talking.

"Poor guy, get better soon."

"There is too much dirt in this world. If you die, it's hard to say what it will be like in 500 years. Maybe the world has become a hell."

"You have slept long enough. Now you can wake up and become stronger quickly. No one will be able to hurt you again."

Nan Xing felt her body being pushed hard, and she sat up suddenly in fright.

She stared blankly at her bedroom, and subconsciously looked at her waist. She carefully opened the corner of her gauze clothes, and her hands suddenly stopped.

The next second she tore off the gauze. Her waist was white and tender, with no wounds or scars.