you are my white moonlight

She seems to be thinking about a problem, but she can't think of an answer. Her face is pale and blue blood vessels can be seen, and her eyes are empty and loose.

The restraints on her body were released, and she remained in a rigid posture, as if if she didn't move, things would stay the same.

Jian Youqing's ears were buzzing, and the words "the chance of survival is low" were played in a loop.

That hand wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, raised her lips and sneered, "I should give you time to understand and digest this fact."

"Shao Tingchen loves you very much, and you love him too, but what to do, sometimes, people who love each other just can't be together."

Tears rolled down, Jian Youqing's bright red eyes lifted up, his eyes slightly touched his thin chin, and the next moment, she was grabbed by her hair and pressed down.

His lips were on the top of her hair, and he warned coldly, "Don't think about knowing who I am, it won't do you any good. The most important thing you should think about now is what kind of wreath Shao Tingchen likes!"

Suddenly letting go, Jian Youqing fell from the chair, her head hit the edge of the table, blood and cold sweat mixed together.

It was dark for a while, as if Shao Tingchen was standing in the darkness, reaching out to her. The white plush carpet under their feet was dyed red in an instant, and the world was filled with blood.

……

Jian Youqing kept having nightmares. In the fire ten years ago, Shao Tingchen fell into her arms dying from a gunshot wound. He was covered in blood, and he held on to her hand tightly.

"Jian Youqing, you shouldn't have left me, how could you leave at this time." It took a lot of energy to even breathe, the black pupil locked her body tightly, and his expression suddenly changed, "Is that why you don't want to be with me? If I die, will you look at me more, will you miss me with guilt?"

With a strange light in her eyes, Jian Youqing hurriedly shook her head, trying to grab him but his hand suddenly dropped.

The scene changed suddenly, Shao Tingchen was lying in the cold morgue, "No, no, Shao Tingchen, wake up, Shao Tingchen!"

Jian Youqing sat up abruptly, her clothes were soaked in cold sweat, her cheeks were also covered with tears, she was lying on the bed.

Looking like a comfortable bedroom, Jane got out of bed barefoot, turned her head and saw a huge poster of Shao Tingchen pasted on the door, she felt as if struck by lightning.

Recalling everything, but when she turned her head, all she could see were Shao Tingchen's faces. She clutched her scalp tightly with both hands.

"It's not real, it's not real..." She must still be dreaming.

Jian Youqing closed her eyes heavily, her pale lips trembling, counting down to three, she would wake up.

But at this moment when she opened her eyes again, the TV on the wall suddenly turned on, and the news was broadcasting the latest news about the disaster. She couldn't hear what was said, but the words Shao Tingchen floated at the bottom of the screen.

"M&G President Shao Tingchen, the victim, the life and death of the victim is uncertain, the stock market plummeted..." Jian Youqing vaguely heard these words.

She shook her head. She must be suffering from auditory hallucinations because of her serious health. A black and white photo of Shao Tingchen appeared on the TV, "It's all fake."

She frowned and stared at the screen, "It's all fake, it's all scaremongering, I don't want to listen, I don't want to be deceived."

boom--

Jian Youqing threw the chair over with one hand, and the screen shattered.

But the voice in Jian Youqing's ear didn't stop. She beat her head with one hand and tore off Shao Tingchen's photo on the wall, "Get out!"

"It's not true."

"It's none of my business."

"You are not real, get out, get out!"

Jian Youqing roared loudly and kept backing away, but countless shadows kept surrounding her.