Sir Ares,Goodnight!

He realized that he and Zhan hanjue were really drifting away, and might never return to their original appearance. Zheng Ling's heart is painful of tightly pull up.

"I want a glass of water." She said to the nurse.

The nurse poured her a glass of water. She drank the water in one gulp.

Warm water doesn't seem to warm her cold heart.

It used to be pain and struggle. Now she knows that those are not as sad as the death of heart.

She lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling.

Think of oneself this life almost all revolves around Zhan hanjue to turn. The meaning of life is also for him, but now, they seem to draw a stop.

Zheng Ling didn't realize that her mood was getting lower and lower, and she let it cover her. She became more and more sad and desperate.

Even began to think

In the past, she was sick, no matter big or small, brother Jue would be with her.

But now she really needs him, but he doesn't come to accompany her. Did he just watch the new pen fun pavilion www.biqule.vip ]To her face, found that she became ugly, so will abandon her?

It must be.

Because he's always been a perfectionist.

Zheng Ling touched her bony body, she began to hate her sick body.

Subconsciously complain about it, because it is not beautiful enough, so there is no charm to keep brother Jue.

But vaguely, she felt that she shouldn't belittle herself like this. If love can't stand this test, then this kind of love is not worthy of nostalgia?

Her consciousness switches repeatedly between rationality and confusion, which makes her weak and fragile almost collapse.

At last, she had a terrible idea: to die.

Only death can free her.

At the thought of death, Zheng Ling was no longer conflicted, confused or entangled.

As long as you can die.

Suddenly she got up from the bed and ran to the window.

The slender body, like a ghost.

Fortunately, the nurse had already been prepared. Seeing this scene, he hugged her tightly.

"What are you going to do, ma'am?"

"You let me go. Let go of me. I beg you, you let me go. "

That night, Zhan hanjue actually slept in Huanya's office, very shallow. Like sleep is not sleep, close your eyes, but the brain is clearly tight. Be conscious.

Hearing the rapid ringing of his mobile phone, he almost immediately sat up. See the caller ID is the number of Huanya inpatient department, heart immediately hanging up.

"Hello."

"Mr. Zhan, there is something wrong with madam's mental state. Come here quickly."

Zhan hanjue almost ran away.

A few minutes later, I came to the inpatient department of Huanya hospital.

Straight to Zheng Ling's ward. As soon as I got to the door, I saw several nursing workers in the ward tightly pulling Zheng Ling. Zheng Ling didn't know where he was coming from. He was so tired that he had to run out in sweat.