Korean Entertainment's Ruthless Love

Half a year later, at midnight, the New Year’s bell struck, a new year, a new start, Cui Shengxian returned home, sitting alone in the cold outdoor, under the dark sky, Cui Shengxian sipping red wine, looking back through the transparent glass.

Under the soft light in the room, the parents and relatives reunited happily and chatted happily. The overly warm atmosphere always made him think far away, thinking of the woman who made porridge for himself, the warmth in her body, and missing...

In the Seoul Hospital, he was counting the New Year's bell with his parents, knowing that his parents were sleeping peacefully, so Quan Zhilong took the rice cake soup made by his mother alone.

When I came to the neurology ward floor of the hospital, there were usually very few people here. On New Year's Eve, there were no people outside the empty corridors of the ward.

Quan Zhilong stood outside a ward, exhaled deeply, entered the password with his slender fingers, he opened the door and walked into the ward.

Lin Fei's limbs were wrapped in white bandages and fixed to the four corners of the hospital bed. Her pale cheeks were extremely thin, revealing her pointed chin.

Wearing a hospital gown, she looked empty. As a sleeping person, if it weren't for the slight ups and downs of her breathing, it would be hard to believe that she was still alive.

Six months ago, Lin Fei was sent to the hospital by Quan Zhilong. The nightmare tormented and destroyed her will. What happened three months ago made Lin Fei give up the idea of ​​living.

"Lin Fei, Happy New Year! Look, I brought you rice cake soup made by my mother. Do you like it?" Quan Zhilong opened the steaming rice cake soup and put it on the table. Lin Fei couldn't hear it.

Lin Fei has not been awake for a week. Once she regains her will, she will self-mutilate and commit suicide insanely.

Three months ago, after the incident in the hospital, Lin Fei stopped laughing, talking, and eating. Gradually, she cut her wrist with a sharp weapon, causing blood to flow.

After three months of suffering, Quan Zhilong wanted to tell Cui Shengxian more than once, but he didn't dare. The doctor said that now Lin Fei couldn't bear any stimulation, and threatened her life at any time.

However, Lin Fei, who was confined in the hospital without eating or getting along with each other, and relying on infusions of nutrients every day to survive, he didn't want Lin Fei to become a living dead who could only breathe.

Lin Fei, who has no will to live like this, can't live for long, and has no belief in living. Quan Zhilong once thought about Lin Fei's parents, but after the investigation, he kept using money to maintain the relationship, and he didn't care about Lin Fei's whereabouts. Lin Fei's parents could not bring Lin Fei back.

The first time she committed suicide was in the evening. Lin Fei washed off her filth and climbed onto the railing on the top floor of the hospital. Her mind was like wiping off a blackboard with chalk and ink marks. Thinking, and then, many hands pulled Lin Fei down.

Lin Fei, who fell to the ground, looked at the night, the sky was very close and dark, it was a kind of dark blue, the cold wind blew through the soles of her feet and her neck, she didn't feel cold at all.

The second time he committed suicide, the early morning sun shone through the glass into the ward, Lin Fei was stimulated by a certain image that flashed in his mind, his whole body trembled, his hands and feet were cold, and he felt severe pain all over his body.

Like hot magma, burning every inch of nerves, like being pinched by someone's heart, the pain lost the ability to speak, overwhelming despair, chills, fear, surged.

Every cell is screaming and screaming, every nerve is burning and painful, like torture.

Lin Fei's every nerve was tormented. She couldn't hear, see, or think. Her ears were buzzing, like the sound of fingernails scratching glass, and there was a ringing in her eardrum.

In desperation, she saw the scenery outside the window, like a paradise that liberated the pain, staggered to the window, jumped down, stepped forward, she suddenly saw Quan Zhilong appearing in the glass, and was carried back to the hospital bed by him who kept crying superior.

Third suicide, under the pillow, broken dishes, sharp nicks, late at night, haunted by painful nightmares, body cramps, unwilling to breathe because of self-loathing.

Physiological instinct to breathe, unable to suffocate and desperate, wanted to free herself, she cut her wrist, blood spattered on the spot, bright red blood stained the white bed sheet, and was finally rescued by the nurses and doctors who made the ward rounds and survived.

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