The actress traveled through the drama, went crazy online, and killed the male lead every day

There was no information found on the phone, the samples were too few, and there was no reference material. Su Lingzhi was helpless. She was holding Gu Zhen's hand and noticed a gaze falling on her head. She looked up and saw Gu Zhen's slightly red eyes. Because he had just woken up, the bloodshot eyes were still there.

Su Lingzhi was overjoyed, and hurriedly sat up, leaned over and rubbed his face, very intimately, "You're awake, do you have a headache?"

Gu Zhen had a slight fever. Su Lingzhi put her warm hand on his forehead and touched it. Gu Zhen grabbed her wrist, his eyes gloomy, "Did you see it?"

Su Lingzhi felt a little choked up. Gu Zhen had always behaved so perfectly in front of her, so how could he bear to expose himself in front of her like a mindless monster?

"Yeah." Su Lingzhi's voice was soft.

"You go out first, I want to be alone."

"Okay." Su Lingzhi didn't say much to him, but just kissed his cold and bloodless lips, "Gu Zhen, Merry Christmas."

It's past midnight and today is Christmas.

Butler Zhao had already sent someone to clean up the guest room nearest the master bedroom for Su Lingzhi to rest, and also prepared new clothes for her according to Su Lingzhi's size. After Su Lingzhi washed up, she changed into soft home clothes. It was already past two in the morning, and she was not sleepy at all. She wanted to go see Gu Zhen, but was afraid that he would mind, so she could only wait anxiously.

A gust of cold wind blew through the window. Su Lingzhi walked to the balcony and saw snow falling.

Snowing.

The first snow in Jiangcheng came on Christmas Day, bringing with it a cool romance. The fine snow fell on the green plants on the balcony, wetting the leaves. She felt a burning urge in her heart and wanted to invite Gu Zhen to enjoy this first snow together.

Xu Fei was in the living room downstairs, explaining something to the supervisor. Su Lingzhi called his name. Xu Fei climbed up the stairs. Su Lingzhi asked, "How is he?"

"You're not in good shape." Xu Fei suggested cautiously, "Miss Su, you should go to bed early. The master may not want to see you."

"why?"

Xu Fei was silent for a few seconds. "It's a man's pride. He doesn't want you to see him losing control and going crazy."

Su Lingzhi felt very sad, she had known it for a long time.

"Is there any news from Director Gu?"

Xu Fei shook his head. "We are investigating. The Gu family mansion has blocked the news. Except for those present tonight, it will not be spread."

Su Lingzhi looked at the door of the master bedroom worriedly. Butler Zhao came over with a silver plate with a bowl of bird's nest porridge on it. "Miss Su is worried about the young master, so go and check on him."

Xu Fei wanted to stop her, but Su Lingzhi had already taken the silver plate and pushed open the door of the master bedroom. Xu Fei stood at the door warily. The villa had very good sound insulation and Gu Zhen's bedroom was large, so basically no sound could be heard. However, Xu Fei was still worried that if there was any noise, Miss Su would call him for help.

In the master bedroom, Gu Zhen stood on the balcony in a thin black silk pajamas. The cold wind blew up the hem of his pajamas, and the snow fell softly, wetting the ends of his hair.

Su Lingzhi put the bird's nest porridge on the coffee table, and his heart began to ache. Gu Zhen turned around, saw Su Lingzhi, and went back to the bedroom.

The two of them stared at each other in silence. There was only a night light on in the bedroom. Gu Zhen's face was obscure and somewhat cruel in the dim light. The black silk pajamas wrapped him in a thick layer of alertness. Although he was so tall and upright, he revealed a bit of fragility that was inconsistent with his temperament, as if her fear could shatter all his dignity and pride.

Su Lingzhi walked slowly towards him, and for some reason, Gu Zhen took a step back.

So far away.

Su Lingzhi couldn't help but feel a little sad, her eyes turned red, "Why are you hiding from me?"

"Are you scared?" Gu Zhen asked.

In that state, even my parents and blood relatives would be afraid of me. Su Lingzhi must be afraid too. When he woke up and saw her searching whether alcoholic amnesia was a mental illness, his heart sank.

Su Lingzhi didn't want to lie to Gu Zhen and say that she wasn't afraid at all. The lie would be exposed if it was poked. She didn't want to lie, "I am afraid."

The dark color in Gu Zhen's eyes gathered like a storm, and the storm was coming. The direct and sharp anger, grievance, and despair rolled into a snowball and roared, drowning his reason and freezing his blood. The ruthless knife cut his flesh and blood. He thought of the old dream that had tortured him. The fearful look of his mother lingered in the old dream.

"Get out!" Gu Zhen yelled. The accumulated negative emotions were too heavy and erupted like an avalanche, instantly smashing all the equipment visible to the naked eye.

Photo frame and crystal ball on the bedside table.

Decorative cups and plates, antique vases on the storage cabinet.

He was so rough that he even flipped up the mural with one hand and smashed it to the ground. The room was in a mess as if a storm had passed through it. He vented his anger that had been pent up for a long time in a desperate manner.

The bird's nest porridge on the coffee table survived the storm, emitting a sudden warm fragrance among the debris on the ground.

"Get out!" Gu Zhen yelled, his eyes red. He went crazy without drinking a drop of alcohol. The nightmare that had tormented him repeatedly for years could not be shaken off, and Su Lingzhi's words of fear became the sharp blade that killed him.

Su Lingzhi's face turned pale, her pajamas were soaked with cold sweat, and broken glass splashed on her calves. There was a bit of numbness in the pain, but she seemed to have lost consciousness.

Xu Fei, who was standing at the door, wanted to come in but didn't dare to, and was very anxious.

Why didn’t Miss Su shout for help?

There was such a loud noise, could it be a murder scene?

Su Lingzhi's action of retreating due to the flying debris made Gu Zhen even more angry. He grabbed Su Lingzhi and dragged her out roughly with a terribly gloomy face.

He was really afraid of losing control and killing her.

"Gu Zhen, I'm afraid of you, but I'm more afraid of losing you." Su Lingzhi's eyes turned red, but Gu Zhen, who was furious, stopped, came to his senses, and stared at her heavily, like a wounded beast.

He was clearly the one who committed the violence.

But why, she felt that he was also the one who was pitiful.

"I'm more afraid of losing you." Su Lingzhi's gentle voice broke through his nightmare, "Gu Zhen, people's emotions are very complicated. If you love someone, you may also hate him. If you care about someone, you may also be afraid of him. But... the choice is simple. Which one scares me the most, losing you or losing control of you? Obviously, losing you is more terrifying."

She held his head with such force that Gu Zhen bent over. He pressed against her soft chest with his ear against her heart.

"Gu Zhen, listen..." Su Lingzhi kissed his head, "It's beating so hotly, it wants you to hold it in your palm."

Language is the most powerful tranquilizer in the world. Her heartbeat became the only sound in his desolate and barren spiritual world, and the weight of her heart fell to the ground.

He held her tightly in his arms, unable to control his emotions.

Gu Zhen rarely showed a bit of bitterness and grievance, "Su Lingzhi, I will never be cured of this disease in my lifetime."

"Then let's be careful and never drink again." Su Lingzhi said in a cheerful tone, trying to comfort him. She knew that Gu Zhen was more afraid than her.