This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

Chapter 235 If beauty is an original sin, then she is unforgivable (57)

The woman who was still crying and laughing this morning was lying on the hospital bed, her face was as pale as paper, and she seemed to be asleep as usual.

"...The patient committed suicide by cutting his wrist, and he was not breathing when we arrived..."

The doctor's voice was chaotic and distant, Shen Yue forced herself to concentrate on listening, but she could only hear it vaguely and not very clearly.

She knew every word, but she didn't quite understand it together.

The doctor and the nurse went out at some point, and she was the only one left in the ward. The medical equipment was still running, which was particularly ear-piercing in the deathly silence, and there seemed to be a faint smell of blood in the air.

The woman's eyes were closed tightly, her face was pale and gray, and she was devoid of any life.

Shen Yue took a step forward, her legs were weak and trembling, she lifted the white cloth, and saw the deep wound on Shen Jiayi's wrist, the bones could almost be seen.

A person who is so cruel to himself, obviously so afraid of pain.

Shen Yue stretched out her hand and held it lightly. There was no warmth in the tentacles, it was bone-chillingly cold.

The bone-piercing cold ran down her fingertips and spread all over her body.

Like a child lost in the middle of the night, the girl held her hand, her eyes fell on her cold face, her eyes were so red that they were about to bleed, "Why?"

Seemingly puzzled, she asked again gently.

"why?"

But in this silent ward, there was nothing but the beeping of instruments.

The vision in front of her eyes became more and more blurred, she couldn't see anything clearly, her lips trembled uncontrollably: "Didn't you say that? Live a good life, why did you break your promise again."

Wasn't it already agreed in the morning?Why do you regret it at night?

It's getting better, it's getting better...

Why all of a sudden, all of a sudden, he died?
She thought that Shen Jiayi had changed, but now she realized that Shen Jiayi hadn't changed at all. She was still as bad and vicious as before, and she failed her expectations again and again.

How can there be such a hateful person.

Really bad.

The whole world seemed to be twisted and broken into four pieces. The girl did not shed a single tear, her eyes were scarlet, and her voice was hoarse: "I will never trust you again, never again."

I really will never believe you again, no matter how miserable you cry, it's useless.

-

Shen Jiayi's funeral was held hastily, with no relatives, no friends, only a girl with an expressionless face.

She didn't cry, didn't tear her heart, only plain indifference.

When Shen Yue was packing Shen Jiayi's belongings, she saw a dilapidated mobile phone, which must have been used for several years, and had a password lock on it. Shen Yue looked at it for a while, typed out her birthday number, and the password was unlocked.

Breathing stopped for a few seconds, Shen Yue checked the phone, there was nothing important in it, but there were several pictures of her childhood in the album, when she clicked on the address book, Shen Yue saw a strange yet familiar phone number .

At that moment, my whole body was like falling into an ice cellar.

Unknowingly loosening his fingers, the phone fell to the ground with a bang, and the screen shattered.

-

Song Yan was sitting on the promenade of the hospital park, with a cigarette between his slender fingers, his face was fair and handsome, and the warm golden light shone on his body, dreamy and beautiful.

He had long eyelashes hanging down, smoking a cigarette casually, and the smoke was lingering.

The light in front of him was blocked, Song Yan raised his eyelids and his pupils shrank slightly.

The girl lost weight, and her exposed skin became even whiter.

Song Yan was indifferent, he had a gentle appearance, his eyebrows and eyes were like sculptures, he looked at the girl quietly, with a cigarette on his lips.

Before he could take another puff, the girl snatched the cigarette away and threw it on the ground viciously.

Song Yan got up, and when he turned to leave, he was held by the hand.

After a pause, Song Yan turned his head and saw the young girl's beautiful and delicate face, she was white and transparent under the sun.

"I want to chat with you."

Song Yan was silent for a long time and did not refuse.

The tip of the nose is full of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance. The osmanthus flowers bloom under the leaves. From a distance, the branches and leaves seem to be sprinkled with a layer of gold and silver.

Shen Yue was sitting on a long chair, and Song Yan was also sitting on the side. The two were separated by an arm's length, not far away, but seemed to be separated by a thick wall.

"You don't remember me, do you?"

Shen Yue asked suddenly.

Song Yan frowned, looked at the girl's side face suspiciously, and didn't understand the meaning of her words.

The girl's expression was calm and peaceful, she seemed to smile a bit: "It's fine if you don't remember."

Hearing the girl say that, Song Yan felt inexplicably depressed.

Obviously the girl is close at hand at this moment, but he looks at the girl's side face as if it is far away and untouchable.

Song Yan didn't want to stay any longer, but the next second he heard the girl's words, the wind changed.

"Did you call my mother?"

Song Yan was taken aback, and after thinking about it, he did call once before and said something, but he was just angry at that time, and what Shen Yue said last time was really too much, so he said a few more sentences.

He had heard about Shen Yue's family.

The woman on the phone said, "Are you Yue Yue's friend?"

At that time, Song Yan only felt very disgusted, and didn't want to have a long-term relationship with the owner of this name at all, so he subconsciously said, "Who will become friends with Nu Zhi Nu?"

At that time, he thought it was nothing, but now when he saw the girl's face, he felt as if his throat had been scraped by a blade, and his breathing was a little suffocated.

"What did you say?"

Shen Yue looked at him sideways, her dark eyes were so deep that she couldn't see to the side.

Song Yan suppressed the inexplicable pain and helplessness, Bai Qingzhen who was still lying on the hospital bed appeared in his mind, and his blood suddenly became cold.

He looked at the girl mockingly and contemptuously.

"I'm just telling the truth."

Song Yan looked down and saw that the girl's hands on her legs were trembling, and the blue veins were very clear.

"What are the facts?"

The girl asked lightly, the pain that could not be concealed on her snow-white and beautiful face.

Song Yan was stunned by this rhetorical question, his thoughts became confused, his fingers trembled slightly, he looked at Shen Yue, the emotion in his deep eyes was constantly rising and falling like a tide in his chest.

In the end nothing was said.

Silence spread wantonly.

Shen Yue's lips clenched tightly, like a sharp knife scraping off the flesh and blood in her throat, her voice was hoarse: "I regret it."

I don't know why, upon hearing this sentence, Song Yan's chest was filled with mania that could not be dissipated, and he looked at the girl coldly.

The atmosphere became inexplicably dead silent again, but there seemed to be a crazy dark vortex gathering here, waiting to erupt and devour everything.

Song Yan clenched his hands tightly, trying his best to suppress and endure the anger in his heart.

He showed a very mocking smile.

"Shen Yue, I regret it now, isn't it too late?"

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(End of this chapter)