The Lost Heart of the Five Parts

Chapter 45
Walking out of the room, An Xiaoyu wanted to go outside to get some fresh air. On summer evenings, the temperature was right. An Xiaoyu liked this feeling very much.

"Xiaoyu, are you feeling better?"

Su Guo's sudden question made An Xiaoyu suddenly vigilant. She looked at Su Guo with a solemn expression, but there was an inexplicable panic in her heart. What is she going to do with Suguo?
"Xiaoyu, I know that I have done a lot of things to sorry you before, you are not still angry with me, are you?"

A look of guilt flashed across Suguo's eyes. An Xiaoyu's vigilance was unknowingly shaken, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. After a while, he looked at Suguo and shook his head. If you really hurt yourself, that is also your own fate, there is no need to blame anyone.

"That's good, Yu, I'm really sorry for what I did to you before."

Su Guo took An Xiaoyu's hand, as if she was happy that An Xiaoyu forgave herself. Looking at Su Guo, An Xiaoyu smiled faintly. The past is history, and she never pursues history.

"Xiaoyu, I know you are not feeling well, so I specially prepared supplements for you to take care of your body."

Su Guo pulled An Xiaoyu towards a certain direction. An Xiaoyu wanted to refuse, but seeing Su Guo's sincere eyes, An Xiaoyu once again chose to believe her. Xiao Yu let go of her doubts.

"What is this place?"

Looking at this door that has never been opened in front of her, An Xiaoyu felt that it would be better not to rush in. Although she has been here for a while, An Xiaoyu is actually not familiar with this place. Almost a few fixed places.

"It's just an ordinary room."

Suguo took out the key from her body and opened the door. The moment she entered the door, An Xiaoyu was really shocked, because it didn't seem like an ordinary room, it was more like a studio. It's a portrait, and it's all about the same person.

Looking at the person in the portrait, An Xiaoyu was shocked and didn't know what to do, because the person in the portrait looked exactly like An Xiaoyu, but An Xiaoyu was sure that the person in the portrait was definitely not herself.

Before An Xiaoyu could react, the sound of the portrait being torn into pieces rang in An Xiaoyu's ears. Looking at the broken portrait in Suguo's hand in astonishment, An Xiaoyu rushed to her, as if trying to stop her from doing so. Do.

Snatching the portrait from Suguo's hand, An Xiaoyu desperately waved at Suguo, motioning her to stop. Although she didn't know who the person in the portrait was, it seemed that these portraits were all made by the same person. As for this person Who it is, needless to say, can probably be guessed.

Suguo ignored An Xiaoyu's stop, and the portraits were torn into pieces one by one. An Xiaoyu tried her best to protect those portraits, but she didn't notice the smug smile on Suguo's mouth at all.

"Xiaoyu, what are you doing?"

Su Guo's scolding made An Xiaoyu stay where she was, and looked at Su Guo in confusion. In an instant, An Xiaoyu seemed to sense something, and turned her head suddenly, seeing Chen Lianqiu's gloomy face and angry eyes At that time, An Xiaoyu suddenly woke up.

Looking down at the portrait she snatched back from Suguo, the mess all over the room, and what Suguo said, An Xiaoyu understood everything, so...so that's what happened.

An Xiaoyu stood there holding those broken portraits blankly. She had already felt the horror of the storm, but this time, the storm was really coming. No matter what, she seemed to have no possibility of avoiding it.

An Xiaoyu gently put the things in his hands on the ground. Although the portraits had been torn in half or even shredded, An Xiaoyu still felt the emotion poured into the people who painted these portraits. None of the portraits are repeated, which shows that this person has left a lot of memories, as well as the feelings of the person who painted these portraits for the people in the paintings.

Needless to say, the person who drew these paintings should be Chen Lianqiu. Although the person in the paintings is not herself, An Xiaoyu still does not want to see the miserable scenes of these portraits.

Looking up at Chen Lianqiu, An Xiaoyu was unusually calm, her gestures were constantly changing, explaining what happened. At this moment, An Xiaoyu still had the last illusion that Chen Lianqiu would believe in herself.

Too focused on her own explanation, An Xiaoyu didn't seem to notice that Chen Lianqiu didn't look at her at all.

"Snapped……"

An ear-piercing sound interrupted An Xiaoyu's 'explanation', and the burning pain on her cheek explained everything. An Xiaoyu looked up at Chen Lianqiu. At this time, Chen Lianqiu completely lost his mind, looking at the mess in the room and being surrounded by people. With the torn portrait, Chen Lianqiu almost had the urge to kill someone.

An Xiaoyu fell to the ground unprepared, looked at Chen Lianqiu with complicated eyes, tears lingered in the corners of his eyes but did not fall.

"Not me...not me..."

An Xiaoyu's gestures kept repeating this meaning, but her explanation seemed too weak in the face of the "facts" deliberately created by Suguo.

Standing up from the ground with difficulty, Jiang An Xiaoyu was surrounded by pain, and An Xiaoyu didn't know where the pain was.

"It's really not me, why? Why don't you believe me?"

If An Xiaoyu could make a sound, it must be an explosive roar now. She didn't understand, since she didn't believe in herself so much, why did she marry herself, just for revenge?This is the fact that An Xiaoyu has been most unwilling to believe, or to accept, she does not want to accept, nor does she want to accept that Chen Lianqiu married her just for revenge.

Facing An Xiaoyu's question, Chen Lianqiu didn't say a word, moved forward, looked at the portraits that had been torn to shreds, felt a burst of depression in his heart, and the long-standing anger completely broke out at this moment.

Seeing the change in Chen Lianqiu's mood, Su Guo was secretly proud. This time, she believed that An Xiaoyu would never hide from him again.

An Xiaoyu knew that things were bad, but she still didn't want to give up the opportunity to defend herself. She walked towards Chen Lianqiu with a shaky body. Suddenly, a sharp pain stopped An Xiaoyu's footsteps. Chen Lianqiu turned around and looked at her pale face. An Xiaoyu, but there was no pity in his eyes.

this woman...

Chen Lianqiu's fists were clenched tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging. An Xiaoyu tried his best to suppress this painful feeling, and he must not fall down at this time...

An Xiaoyu knew very well that if she collapsed at this time, her world would completely turn into hell from now on.

"It's not me...it's...she..."

An Xiaoyu raised his hand tremblingly, wanting to point at Su Guo, but unexpectedly, he was knocked down by Chen Lianqiu's oncoming fist. In just a moment, An Xiaoyu's face was covered with bruises. shaking.

"Bitch..."

A heavy kick kicked An Xiaoyu's stomach, and the tingling sensation made An Xiaoyu wake up a lot. She stretched out her hand to protect her stomach. An Xiaoyu resisted the pain in her body and wanted to struggle to stand up. What An Xiaoyu insisted on was the nature of maternal love that was suddenly aroused.

It's just that the pain in her stomach is too strong, just by moving slightly, An Xiaoyu will feel that something is being forcefully pulled out of her body.

The bright red liquid flowed down An Xiaoyu's legs, accompanied by the piercing pain, and dripped onto the white floor, which was extraordinarily dazzling.

"No...don't...save...save my child."

If everything is lost, then the only thing that belongs to An Xiaoyu at this time is the unborn child in her stomach.

An Xiaoyu climbed up the stairs with difficulty, wanting to seek help, but here, who would take the risk to help her against Chen Lianqiu's will? There should be no such person.

The place where An Xiaoyu climbed left long bloodstains, and the distance from where An Xiaoyu fell to the top of the stairs was only three meters away, but it was so far away for An Xiaoyu.

"Who... who will save me?"

Tears blurred An Xiaoyu's eyes. The loneliness and helplessness at this moment was far greater than ever before. Behind him, Chen Lianqiu's indifference and Suguo's triumphant smile were deeply imprinted in An Xiaoyu's heart.

"Live, no matter what... must live, I want... I want to live..."

An Xiaoyu kept encouraging herself in her heart, reminding herself that she must not fall here, and reluctantly climbed to the top of the stairs. Even though she was too unwilling, An Xiaoyu still couldn't hold on, the blood was still flowing, but she didn't A man gave her the slightest pity.

The sight full of unwillingness gradually blurred, An Xiaoyu fell powerlessly beside the stairs, everything had gone away from her.

"Light rain..."

A familiar voice echoed in his ears, and An Xiaoyu's consciousness that had gone away seemed to be brought back to his eyes, but he didn't have the energy to open his eyes to see the person who appeared in front of him.

This voice... so familiar...

This is An Xiaoyu's only feeling, although she is now completely unable to identify who the owner of this voice is, and whether he will help her, just hearing this voice seems to make An Xiaoyu feel hopeful, a kind of The silent sense of security approached An Xiaoyu, that feeling was like a ray of light shining in the boundless darkness, even if it was just a few scattered stars, it was enough to illuminate everything for her.

The darkness once again surrounded An Xiaoyu, but An Xiaoyu couldn't feel it anymore, and the piercing pain disappeared when the darkness came. Take the pain all at once?

If this is the only way to do it, then I was really wrong from the beginning.

In the darkness, An Xiaoyu threw away everything, including her own consciousness. If this was the only way to escape, then An Xiaoyu didn't want to resist any more.

I'm so tired, I don't have any strength in my body, even the simple action of opening my eyes is too difficult for An Xiaoyu.

What kind of feeling is this? I can’t feel anything other than being tired. Could it be that I already... Otherwise, why don’t I even feel any pain? In the haze, An Xiaoyu seems to see white, and there is only this color everywhere. What kind of place is this? ?
"Little rain, little rain..."

At first, An Xiaoyu thought it was her dream, because no one would come to save her, but the call never left, and An Xiaoyu also began to feel that it was not like a dream.

Almost exhausting all the strength in her body, An Xiaoyu finally opened her eyes reluctantly, but her vision was still blurred, but in a daze, An Xiaoyu seemed to see Ke Yijun's anxious expression.

Her lips moved slightly, although she couldn't make any sound, An Xiaoyu really wanted to confirm if this was a dream?

"Xiaoyu, are you awake?"

Seeing An Xiaoyu's reaction, Ke Yijun finally let go of his hanging heart. It has been three days, and An Xiaoyu finally woke up.

The vision gradually became clear, the surroundings were still white and Ke Yijun was full of worry.

An Xiaoyu looked at Ke Yijun and confirmed that this was not a dream, but the real thing. She couldn't help being a little surprised. What's going on?

Before An Xiaoyu was fully awake, the doctor had already appeared in front of An Xiaoyu.

doctor?Is this a hospital?But who sent him to the hospital?
Although she is not fully awake yet, An Xiaoyu still remembers clearly what happened before she passed out. Logically, no one should send her to the hospital, but why is she here?

After hearing the doctor say that An Xiaoyu is fine, Ke Yijun finally breathed a sigh of relief, but An Xiaoyu's condition is very bad, and it will probably take a long time to recover.

"Xiaoyu, how do you feel now?"

An Xiaoyu's vision was much clearer, because she didn't have much strength, An Xiaoyu just shook her head to indicate that she was fine.

After receiving An Xiaoyu's answer, Ke Yijun didn't feel relaxed but felt heavy in his heart. An Xiaoyu always did this, and she had become like this, and she was still saying that she was fine.

An Xiaoyu's lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to ask something, but considering that she didn't have the strength to talk with sign language now, she finally chose to give up.

"Xiaoyu, do you want to ask something?"

An Xiaoyu looked at Ke Yijun, and moved her lips slightly. Although she was not sure whether Ke Yijun could understand her meaning simply from the shape of her mouth, An Xiaoyu didn't want Ke Yijun to feel that she was also full of guard against him.

(End of this chapter)