Love is like melting

Chapter 194 She's Withering, Don't Hate Fourth Brother 1
Lian Mo pushed open the door, and Ji Yerong was lying on the bed, her long hair was spread like seaweed, some fell on her cheeks, her pale face could be seen in the gap, her curled eyelashes were tightly closed, as if she was asleep , but it seems to him more like escapism.

Lying on the bed, he gently hugged her into his arms, kissed her tenderly on the forehead, and whispered over and over again in a gentle voice: "It's okay, Ayu... It's okay, everything is over gone."

She leaned in his arms, surrounded by his warmth but felt colder and colder, her body gradually stiffened, and she didn't respond for a long time.

The cold wind is raging outside the window, and the house is as warm as spring, with a constant temperature of 23°. There is only one sleeping lamp, and the light is elegant and soft.

Lian Mo suddenly opened his eyes in his sleep, a flash of nervousness and uneasiness flashed in his black pupils, he looked down and saw her in his arms, her eyebrows were tightly furrowed, cool liquid slowly flowed out from under her thin eyelashes, her lips The petals opened slightly, and were slightly pressed together, as if talking about something in a dream, the pain could not be concealed on the pale face.

His heart tightened, Lian Mo hugged her tightly, something kept sinking in the darkness, and kept sinking.

She is having nightmares!
Her reactions after waking up were exactly as Yan Xi had said.

No, it's just a coincidence!
His Ayu is so strong, how could he suffer from PTSD!

Two pieces of warm lips were pressed against her forehead, broken eyes flickered with light, and the magnetic voice was hoarse: "Ayu, we have overcome so many difficulties, and we will definitely overcome this time."

The night is as cold as snow, and the sleeping people are constantly being chased and killed by the nightmares, and the awake people are killed by the powerless.

The night is long, and the two souls riddled with wounds can no longer get the slightest bit of warmth even though they are close to each other.

Ji Yerong didn't say a word after waking up, and she ate very little. She would vomit after two mouthfuls. Sometimes a glass of milk or a glass of juice might make her vomit.

She would have nightmares every night, and she would lose a lot of hair. Every time Lian Mo combed her hair, he held a lot of hair in his palm, which made his heart ache, and he didn't know what to do.

When she was awake, she didn't cry or laugh, no matter where Lian Mo put her, she could sit there all the time, maintain that posture, wait for a few hours, or most of the day, when Lian Mo came back to her Still sitting there, still in that posture.

Her life is like a green plant, which loses its bright color and moisture little by little, and withers little by little every day.

Lian Mo still couldn't accept that she had PTSD instead, and Ayu, who didn't believe him, was ill, both physically and psychologically.

Until one night.

Lian Mo fell asleep with his arms around her as usual, perhaps because he was too busy and tired during the day, he slept so deeply that he didn't even notice when the people around him left.

When he heard something, he suddenly opened his eyes, only to realize that she was not by his side.

Lifting off the quilt, I didn't even have time to put on my shoes, and ran all the way downstairs, the pace was too eager, and I almost fell down the stairs several times.

Hearing something moving in the kitchen, he strode over, every nerve in his body tensed.

The kitchen was full of mess and debris. Nicole stood at the door of the kitchen with a worried expression on her face, "Miss, what's wrong with you? Put down the knife, it's dangerous..."

Lianmo passed Nicole's side and saw Ji Yerong standing barefoot on the white marble, with broken glass all under his feet, holding a fruit knife in his hand, his eyes were dull, without a trace of focus, his long hair was messy, It's like a ghost in this dark night.

When Nicole saw him, she almost cried, "Your Excellency, miss, she..."

Lian Mo made a gesture not to speak, and stared at Ji Yerong momentarily, noticing something strange about her.

She doesn't seem to be awake.

Because her eyes seemed to see no one, as if she was sleepwalking.

Lianmo has heard people say that sleepwalking people are difficult to wake up, and if the situation is severe, it may lead to a nervous breakdown and lead to mental illness.

He dared not take the risk.

Ji Yerong was holding a fruit knife, her face was dull, her eyes were dead silent, and she had the instinct to avoid the obstacles around her, so she turned around and was about to leave.

Lian Mo saw a piece of broken glass under her feet, and his heart tightened, without even thinking, he stepped over and stepped on that spot.

Nicole gasped, and when she was about to cry out, Lian Mohantan shot at him. She tightly covered her lips with both hands, and saw a stream of blood flow out from his feet soon.

Lian Mojian frowned, and gave Nicole a look. She understood, and immediately went to get a broom to sweep away the glass on the ground.

Ji Yerong felt that something was blocking her, so she turned around the sink and walked out of the kitchen from the place Nicole had cleaned without glass on the other side.

Lian Mo's obscure pupils looked at her thin figure, she was thin and lonely, without a breath of life, her heart was as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold, and she couldn't breathe in pain.

Ignoring the injury on her foot, she followed her, wanting to know what she wanted to do, and worried about what she might do to hurt herself.

Ji Yerong went upstairs with the knife and all the way back to the bedroom.

Lian Mo followed behind her, because the soles of her feet were pierced with fragments, she couldn't use her strength when walking, her steps became high and low, leaving a long string of bloody footprints behind her.

Nicole was shocked and couldn't help crying.

Ji Yerong returned to the room, walked to the bed with the fruit knife, held the fruit knife tightly, and stabbed hard at half of the bed.

Lian Mo's throat tightened, his eyes flashed with puzzlement and surprise...

She knelt by the bed and repeated such actions impatiently. The sharp fruit knife quickly pierced the brocade quilt, the bed sheet, and the cotton wool was scattered everywhere, like a snowfall.

Lian Mo's tall and straight figure stood stiffly on the spot, the cold light of the silver-white blade made his eye sockets dry and painful.

That time and time again, she felt that what she pierced was not the brocade quilt and bed sheet, but his heart.

One knife after another cut into his heart, poking into the bloody wound.

What is she trying to do?
kill him?
Ayu, are you...hating me?

After thinking about it, I realized something, and my breathing froze.

Ayu didn't want to kill him, she wanted to kill... herself!
The half of the bed that was pierced by her with a fruit knife and shattered was where she used to lie.

She wants to kill herself!
In her subconscious mind, she wanted to... die.

Ayu... no longer has the will to survive!
Realizing this, Lian Mo couldn't hold back anymore and stepped forward, knelt on the floor, hugging her tightly from behind with both hands.

The chin pressed tightly against her shoulder, hot tears flowed down unexpectedly, touched her neck, and flowed all the way to her heart.

"Ayu, don't give up, don't give up on yourself, and don't give up on me!" The hoarse voice was full of deep pain and fear.

Ji Yerong repeated mechanical movements without feeling anything from the outside world.

His strength tightened, causing her movements to slow down, and her breathing was difficult. After a few deep breaths, her arm froze, and the knife fell to the ground with a clatter.

She fainted in his arms without warning, like a sleeping child, quiet and docile.

Lian Mo sat on the ground and hugged her tightly in his arms, stroking her cheek with his cold fingertips, his voice choked and trembling: "Ayu, what should I do?"

What should I do to pull you out of the quagmire, what should I do to redeem you and liberate you from the abyss of death.

Not every time the dust settles, peace and tranquility can be exchanged, just like not every prince and princess in a fairy tale has a happy ending.

They are not princes and princesses, their stories, their love, in the end only fragments and deserts are left.

Ji Yerong woke up the next day with no memory of what happened last night.

Even silently ordered people to change the sheets and quilt covers in the bedroom, including the bed, and strictly forbade Nicole to say a word in front of her.

Although Ji Yerong was a little puzzled when he moved to the guest room, he didn't ask why.

The wound on Lian Mo's foot was treated by Yan Xi, and the previous scar has not faded away. This time, the new wound hurts not only the foot, but also the heart!

In front of Ji Yerong, he still had to pretend nothing happened, endured the pain while walking, and didn't show the slightest strangeness in front of her.

Because he often had to hug Ji Yerong, his feet had to use force. The wound healed, but it split open again, and it didn't heal for a long time.

Every time Yan Xi treated his wounds, she looked solemn and sighed secretly.

"Your Excellency, how long are you going to lie to yourself?"

After the wound on Lian Mo's foot opened again, Yan Xi couldn't help but said, "She's sick, both physically and mentally! This time she stabbed her where she slept with a knife, and next time she just stabbed her directly with a knife. My heart is stabbed. You are not helping her, you are harming her, and you are also harming yourself!"

Lian Mo's face was calm, his eyes swept across his bleeding soles, indifferent.

Is it self-deception?

But what can be done?
He couldn't accept that Ayu suffered from PTSD, so could Ayu himself be able to accept it?

Tell her everything, arrange a doctor for her, and let her completely accept that she is a patient, a mentally ill person?

How could he be so cruel!

If he could, he really wanted to bear all this instead of Ayu, but he couldn't, couldn't do it.

The only thing he can do is to accompany her and try not to let her be alone as much as possible. Besides guarding her at night, even if there is a meeting during the day, he has to bring her into the meeting room.

(End of this chapter)