Mr. Zhan, please stop being abusive, Miss Zhuang has been reborn.

Twelve in the morning.

Zhuang Mingyue was awakened by the nightmare. She sat up suddenly, sweat dripping from her forehead.

The next second, her nose smelled the familiar smell of disinfectant, which she hated the most.

Zhuang Mingyue was stunned for half a second. Isn't she dead?

Why are you still alive?

Then there was a 'click', and the originally dark ward suddenly lit up. The dazzling light made it impossible for her to open her eyes.

The man's cold voice sounded, "Are you having a nightmare?"

Then he took a step forward with his long legs and approached the hospital bed. His tall body blocked the light and completely enveloped her petite body.

"Zhan... banquet?" Zhuang Mingyue raised her head, and when she saw the face of the man next to her that was disgusted to the core, her eyes widened with horror on her face, "Don't come here!"

Why did you return to this devil?

She stepped back out of instinctive resistance.

Zhuang Mingyue's mind was in a mess. When she saw the feast, she was suffocated by great fear and despair.

Zhan Yan paused, and his narrow eyes were instantly covered with a layer of cold frost, staring at her unpleasantly, his handsome face clouded.

"I'll help you call a doctor."

The man's cold and hoarse voice was like a knife, sending out a dangerous signal.

There was a bang on the door, and Zhuang Mingyue's tense nerves finally relaxed.

After the man left and his strong sense of oppression disappeared from the room, Zhuang Mingyue opened the quilt in a panic. Suddenly, a heartbreaking pain came from his wrist.

She looked down and saw that her wrist was wrapped in gauze. Did she cut her wrist?

Zhuang Mingyue endured the pain, switched to her other hand, picked up the PHS on the bedside table, pressed the button, and glanced at the calendar.

The moment she saw the time, Zhuang Mingyue was so dull that she couldn't think of anything.

It is now the year 2000, when she was just 20 years old.

Zhuang Mingyue tried hard to recall that she was in hospital now, which seemed to be the time when she cut her wrists to force Zhan Yan to agree to her confession.

Zhanyan was Zhuang Haisheng's adopted son from outside when Zhuang Mingyue was ten years old.

Zhuang Mingyue was really convinced that she fell in love with him when the Tibetan mastiff she raised in her previous home suddenly went crazy and rushed over to bite her.

It was Zhan Yan who saved her and protected him. His arm was bitten by the Tibetan Mastiff and he was bleeding.

His voice was in my ear, "Don't be afraid! Close your eyes."

Zhuang Mingyue shivered and felt the temperature on her eyes, very warm...

She can't forget it now. The sense of security that Zhanyan brought her made her extremely attached to it.

Zhan Yan, who is in his 20s, already has the poise of a mature man, with a very handsome face, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, broad shoulders, a narrow waist and narrow hips. However, he is always cold, keeping a three-point distance from everyone, and is unsmiling.

Zhanyan's birthday was a few days ago, and she wanted to give herself to him as a surprise gift on this day, so she stripped naked and lay on his bed.

She is an adult and can do anything.

Zhanyan came back early in the morning and found her on the bed, so he threw her out of bed in disgust.

Call her shameless.

That was the first time Zhanyan got so angry at her.

That night Zhanyan walked out of the house and disappeared for several days to avoid her.

Zhuang Mingyue couldn't get any information about him, so she used this stupid method of cutting her wrists to force him to show up.

Thinking of all the consequences after being with her.

Zhuang Mingyue was afraid...

After a few minutes, several doctors rushed in.

Zhan Yan stood at the door with a gloomy face, his dark eyes coldly scanning Zhuang Mingyue's pale face.

When Zhuang Mingyue first woke up, the look in his eyes was full of fear and despair.

Why is she afraid of herself?

The doctor checked Zhuang Mingyue's physical condition, communicated with colleagues around him, and then said: "The patient's fever has gone away, and he can have discharge surgery tomorrow. For the wound on his wrist, remember not to touch the water after you go back. Come back in a week." Remove the stitches.”

On the man's originally stern face, his brows relaxed a bit, "Thank you."

The doctor didn't stay long and left the ward after giving a few instructions.

After leaving, only Zhuang Mingyue and Zhan Yan were left in the small ward.

Zhuang Mingyue lay awkwardly on the bed, closing her eyes and not wanting to look at him.

Zhan Yan raised his wrist to look at the time and said warmly, "I have a meeting in half an hour and need to go back to the company. I will pick you up at eight o'clock tomorrow to go through the discharge procedures."

Zhuang Mingyue twitched her lips, Zhan Yan always did this, rejecting her while being very nice to her, so nice that it gave her the illusion that he loved her very much.

She didn't want to talk. To be precise, she didn't want to say anything to Zhan Yan.

I don't want to look at him either.

The pain before death has not dissipated, and she cannot face the feast so calmly.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Zhan Yan's sinister eyes narrowed at Zhuang Mingyue, with some displeasure in his eyes.

"Don't do stupid things that hurt yourself in the future. If you want to fall in love, you can find someone else. I'm not suitable for you."

Zhuang Mingyue's heart tightened. This sentence was exactly the same as what he said at Zhanyan in his previous life.

She still remembered that in her previous life, after Zhan Yan said these words, she cried so hard that she even wanted to jump off the building, but Zhan Yan said coldly, "It's up to you to die."

She was already Zhuang Mingyue who had died once, and her love for Zhan Yan had been exhausted in countless desperate days.

Zhuang Mingyue opened her eyes, her face remained pale, and she looked at Zhan Yan calmly.

Zhanyan, from now on, I don't love you anymore.