Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

"No one in this world can really stand me. Didn't you say that divorce is impossible in this life? Then if I die, can you still chase me to Huangquan Road?"

Furious, he didn't know what was going on, he was irrational, Zou Zhiyi said, and really went to push the window.

They were on the sixth floor. If they really jumped, even if they didn't die, they would be seriously injured.

It was a bit windy outside today, as soon as the window was opened, strong wind rushed towards the ward, blowing Zou Zhiyi's hair messy on his shoulders.

The hair was blown by the wind, and it kept hitting the face like a braid, which made the face hurt.

But this little pain did not wake her up, on the contrary, it stimulated her even more. There seemed to be a voice in her mind saying: "Yes, what Yan Zhou said is right, if you don't die, you will die forever." It is impossible to get rid of him. Things like just now will happen more times, you don’t even have room to resist, you can only bear it silently, why not die... Anyway, you have nothing to miss in this life, you should die Bar."

The voice was very ethereal, as if it came from a far away place, and it seemed to be in his own mind.

Zou Zhiyi didn't know what was going on, as if he had been bewitched, he wanted to jump down.

A pair of big hands suddenly reached out, wrapped around her waist, and unintentionally touched the wound on her abdomen, causing her to wake up in an instant due to the pain.

"Zou Zhiyi, are you crazy?"

Yan Zhou's voice rang in her ears with anger, "Is being with me so unbearable? You would rather die?"

There was a violent storm in his dark eyes, Zou Zhiyi saw his own shadow reflected in his eyes, and was instantly torn to pieces.

The wind in my ear was a bit loud, whistling past, like the angry howl of some wild beast, Zou Zhiyi heard his own voice and said calmly, "That's right."

Her face turned pale from the pain, she looked up at him, her messy hair covered most of her face, but she could still clearly see the ice hidden in her eyes, hard and indifferent.

"For me now, being with you is worse than death."

Yanzhou was startled.

The uncomfortable feeling in my heart became more intense.

He looked at Zou Zhiyi for a long while, then suddenly let go of her, his whole body suddenly looked a little depressed, "Okay, you win, Zou Zhiyi, you win."

There was a sense of weakness in the voice, and it sounded hoarse.

Zou Zhiyi stood on the spot, motionless, her broken hair covered her face, making it difficult to distinguish her expression.

Facing her, Yan Zhou stepped back two steps, then turned and left silently.

Zou Zhiyi lowered his eyes, looked at the trees downstairs swaying by the wind, and closed the window again.

The bustling wind disappeared, and the silence in the ward made people feel flustered.

Zou Zhiyi withdrew his hand slowly.

Yan Zhou just said that she won?

What do you mean?
Does this mean he compromised with her?

Will she be free again?

She seemed to have won this war, but as the winner, why didn't she feel the joy after victory in her heart?
Slowly turned his head to look at the closed door of the ward, stared at it for a while, closed his eyes tightly, put his hands on the eyelids, only the lower half of his face was exposed, and the tight corners of his lips leaked out A glimpse of her true emotions.