Huo Xue lowered her eyes, and the sound next to her naturally fell into her ears. She didn't say anything, let alone refute.

The injured person was obviously not her, but his hands and feet slowly became cold in this cold public seat.

The cold touch of Lu Zhao's arms seemed to remain on the skin of his arms, as if he was dripping with a drop of cold ice beads on it, and then it spread around.

That kind of coolness not only stayed on the skin, but also seemed to be burned into the mind.

She admits.

Because of his first impression of Lu Zhao in his previous life, he developed preconceived prejudice against him, and sometimes even lost the ability to distinguish right from wrong.

Just like today, she knew what kind of trouble she would be to kill Lu Zhao, but the moment his kiss fell on her and her tongue slid into her mouth. All her thoughts were left with one thought:

Kill him.

She never imagined that Lu Zhao would be so weak.

It was actually so damaged by a small dagger.

Generally speaking, when an adult loses blood volume of more than 800 milliliters, his body will be cold, his face is bloodless, his hands and feet are weak, and he will sweat continuously. When the blood volume reaches more than 1,500 milliliters, he may experience coma, unclear vision and unclear mind caused by insufficient blood supply to the brain.

But the moment he realized that he was stabbed, he seemed to have not thought about the problem of stopping the bleeding at all. Instead, he kept asking her for something like a crazy beast.

As the dagger penetrated deeper into the abdomen.

When the blood flowed out of his arteries became more and more, and the whole bed was gushing and spreading everywhere, his eyes were blurred, but he never let go of his hand when he grabbed her.

Lu Zhao's reaction made her suddenly get pulled in a certain part of her heart.

Her hand was injured, and it was not very stable with the knife. It was not fatal when it was inserted, but he kept leaning forward. Even her hand holding the knife could feel the oppression of him being desperate, let alone his waist was stabbed directly by the knife. Now her palm still seemed to be torn apart, and the white gauze spread out of blood.

Huo Xue didn't know whether Lu Zhao was a psychopath or a mentally ill person.

When his stubbornness and crazy possessiveness erupted, she felt fear from the bottom of her heart.

She was afraid of him.

But in a sense, he has not really hurt himself in this life.

Huo Xue even wondered whether the good mistakes one person made against another can be superimposed on another person?

Is this superposition meaningful?

For Lu Zhao, is this also unfair?

I don't know how long she had been outside the door for a whole night.

Zhuansunbei bought breakfast and came back, "Eat something?"

"How is he?" Huo Xue frowned and took it.

"I have been rescued, but I haven't woken up, so I have to continue to have blood transfusions."

"How long will it take for him to wake up?"

Zhuansun Bei said seriously.

"Conservatively estimated it will be three days, but it may be more than ten days or twenty days. The amount of blood loss is not too serious, but..."

“But what?”

"But I don't seem to want to wake up."

"Why?"

"I heard from Mr. Lu's housekeeper that his adoptive parents died when he was seven years old. If it weren't for the residual hatred, he might have chosen to commit suicide long ago. Have you imagined that the reason for living alone is just to take revenge? So can you experience the feeling of living alone in this world and drinking hatred to live in a life?"

"He has been searching for many years and sometimes he even doubts whether they are still living in the world. He lives all day long in depression, anxiety, depression and pessimism. The resentment of being abandoned again, the failure of interpersonal communication and the pain of being hard to avenge are all superimposed on a seven-year-old child. Perhaps it is because of this that his psychology begins to be distorted. And the dagger you accidentally inserted into his belly has become the opportunity he has been waiting for for a long time."

Huo Xue lowered her eyes, her eyes lowered, as if she had remembered something.

It fell silent again.

"Fortunately your knife was not inserted into the internal organs, otherwise the situation would only be more serious." Zhuan Sunbei comforted him when he saw this. "Do you want to see him now?"

There was bitterness in Huo Xue's eyes.

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill him while he is powerless?"

Zhuansun Bei smiled, "If you want to kill him, you should have stabbed him a few more last night, so you can't rescue him when you're sent to the hospital."

In the intensive care unit, in the red blood bag, the silky liquid continued to flow into the blood vessels of his arms along the winding infusion tubes.

He lay on the bed, wearing an oxygen hood, quietly.

There is no longer the gloom of the past, nor the slightest stubbornness.

His face was still pale, his eyebrows were frowning, and his eyelids were closed calmly, without emitting the eyes with ice cones to make trouble. His handsome facial features were all dull at this moment, and his handsome outline was as smooth as a knife. His originally organized facial skin seemed to be in a deep sleep and lost its original luster.

It seemed like a devil who was killed by a person suddenly turned into a little sheep.

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This chapter is still a rough draft. I guess it will have to be revised again tomorrow.

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