After his rebirth, Mr. Fu panicked

The doctor walked into the ward. Su Yaoyao wanted to leave here as soon as possible. She didn't want to stay with Fu Yanchuan.

She quickly stood up and asked the doctor about Fu Yanchuan's condition.

"Doctor, how is his condition?" Su Yaoyao asked with a hint of anxiety in her tone.

The doctor looked at her calmly, then glanced back at Fu Yanchuan who was still unconscious on the bed, and then answered: "It's a liver injury, but it's not too serious. Just observe it for one night and go back to rest for a while."

Su Yaoyao felt a little comforted after hearing this. She could go home and it would have nothing to do with her anymore. Even if she was forced to live under the same roof with Fu Yanchuan, there were servants and housekeepers in the house, which had little to do with her.

In this life, she will never be open-hearted to Fu Yanchuan again.

But she frowned again, pointed at the unconscious Fu Yanchuan and asked, "Then...why hasn't he woken up yet?"

The doctor sighed softly, shook his head, and explained: "It should be that Mr. Fu has been too tired these days. His body desperately needs rest now, so he is sleeping so deeply. Don't worry, he will be fine after a good sleep."

As he spoke, he looked at Fu Yanchuan meaningfully.

After Su Yaoyao heard what the doctor said, the tension in her heart finally relaxed a little.

She let out a sigh of relief and asked tentatively, "Then, can I leave now?" There was a hint of anticipation in her words.

The doctor hesitated for a moment, then gave an ambiguous answer: "Well, miss, theoretically it is possible, but in case of any unexpected situation, I still suggest that you wait until he wakes up before leaving."

Su Yaoyao felt a little unwilling when listening to the doctor's words, but she also felt that the doctor was right.

She turned her head to look at Fu Yanchuan lying on the hospital bed, thinking that he would not wake up for a while. Su Yaoyao nodded helplessly and chose to compromise.

She sat down on the sofa, and her body, which had been tired all day, began to send her signs of fatigue.

She felt very sleepy and tired, as if she could fall asleep at any time and anywhere.

Su Yaoyao fell asleep unconsciously. She had a dream. In the dream, Su Yaoyao felt herself floating in the air, like a helpless little boat sailing on the sea at night, without a guiding light.

She sank into a world of dreams, filled with shadows of the past and fears of the future.

She dreamed of Fu Lingling. Scenes from her past life reappeared in her dream, and those laughters flashed before her eyes quickly.

In the dream, Fu Lingling's eyes were filled with unspeakable sadness, which made Su Yaoyao feel distressed.

The scene of Fu Lingling being pushed down flashed in her mind.

Then, the scene in her dream changed and she came to a mental hospital.

The cold and gloomy corridor, the shrill screams and cries, made her feel extremely depressed and frightened.

She seemed to be able to smell the despair and madness in the air, and the feeling of helplessness and abandonment almost suffocated her.

What made her even more frightened was that she dreamed of Fu Yanchuan and Su Juanjuan.

In the dream, their faces were hideous and terrifying. They killed their own children. The innocent little life struggled and disappeared in their hands.

She saw them sneering as they took away her cornea. The heart-wrenching pain and despair almost made her collapse.

Finally, she dreamed of her own tragic death.

She saw herself lying on the cold floor, surrounded by darkness and silence, with a big wound on her eye.

She felt as if her body was being swallowed by endless pain and despair, and the loneliness and helplessness made her feel extremely terrified.

"Ah!" Su Yaoyao screamed and woke up suddenly.

She sat up from the sofa, sweating profusely and her heart pounding like a drum.

She looked around to confirm that she was still in reality, and the relief she felt almost made her cry.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her excitement.

"Having a nightmare?" Su Yaoyao was still in a state of confusion, but Fu Yanchuan's familiar voice rang in her ears.

She looked up and saw that Fu Yanchuan had been beside her without her noticing, his deep eyes full of concern.

Seeing this face, memories of her past life flooded into Su Yaoyao's mind like a tide, and she suddenly felt an indescribable grief and anger in her heart.

She thought of the innocent child, the pain and betrayal she had suffered, and the collusion between him and Su Juanjuan.

These memories were like sharp blades, cutting her fragile heart.

At this moment, she couldn't control her emotions, and she raised her hand and slapped Fu Yanchuan.

Fu Yanchuan was caught off guard, and a bright red palm print immediately appeared on his face.

He was stunned, as if he couldn't understand why Su Yaoyao suddenly attacked him. Fu Yanchuan's mouth twitched. He was not angry, but just stared at Su Yaoyao quietly, trying to find the answer from her eyes.

Su Yaoyao was also stunned. She looked at her hands. The memories of her past life were too profound for her to let go.

She raised her head and said in a trembling voice: "Fu Yanchuan, I...I hate you."

Fu Yanchuan looked at her, with an inexplicable emotion welling up in his heart.

He reached out his hand, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said softly: "Did you dream of something unhappy? Can you tell me?"

"You really want to hear it? No regrets?"

Su Yaoyao looked at Fu Yanchuan, her tone concealing an indescribable depth. Her eyes, as deep as lake water, stared at Fu Yanchuan intently, as if she wanted to see through every corner of his soul.

Fu Yanchuan couldn't help but feel his heart tremble under her scrutinizing gaze. Yaoyao's eyes were exactly the same as the ones he had when he was locked up in a mental hospital in his previous life. Could it be...

Fu Yanchuan suddenly didn't want to listen anymore.

"What? Don't want to listen?" Su Yaoyao's voice was cold.

Fu Yanchuan forced a smile and nodded reluctantly, as if to tell her that no matter how tortuous and bizarre the story was, he was willing to listen and share the responsibility with her.

"I dreamed,"

Su Yaoyao spoke slowly, her voice trembling but full of determination, "For Su Juanjuan's safety, you used me as a shield and married me."

When she said this, a trace of pain and unwillingness flashed in her eyes, but she seemed to have already accepted this trick of fate.

Fu Yanchuan's hand trembled slightly.

Su Yaoyao paused and continued, "In the fifth year of our marriage, Su Juanjuan and my aunt framed me and pushed Lingling down the stairs to her death."

"Yaoyao," Fu Yanchuan called out, he didn't want to listen.

Su Yaoyao had no intention of stopping. Her tone became heavier and heavier, and every word she said carried her sorrow and anger.

"Fu Yanchuan, do you know? In the dream, Lingling, that innocent little life, just turned into a wisp of fleeting wind in their conspiracy."

"Yaoyao, stop talking. Lingling will be fine."

"But, Fu Yanchuan, you sent me to a mental hospital without investigating the case thoroughly and without knowing right or wrong."

"No, it's impossible, Yaoyao, it's just a dream, just a dream."

But Su Yaoyao's tone became colder and colder, and Fu Yanchuan saw that Su Yaoyao's eyes were full of resentment and disappointment towards him.

"Fu Yanchuan, in your dream, do you know that you were so easily deceived by them, and regarded me as a lunatic, allowing the real murderers to go unpunished and Lingling to die in vain."

"Yaoyao, it's not like that, it's not like that." Fu Yanchuan tried his best to explain.

Su Yaoyao continued regardless, "You know what? I dreamed that you asked Su Juanjuan to kill our child in the mental hospital."

She finally said the most painful words.

At that moment, a deep hatred flashed across her eyes, but it turned into endless sorrow in an instant.

The child who had never had a chance to see the world disappeared forever in this cold world.

Every word Su Yaoyao said was like a sharp blade, piercing deeply into Fu Yanchuan's heart.

He looked at her, his eyes filled with shock and pain.

He couldn't imagine that her experiences in the dream were things from their previous life, but what about the child?

He had no idea there was a child, and if he had known, he wouldn't have treated her like this.

"Yao Yao, I'm sorry."

He apologized in his heart. He didn't know she had endured so much in her previous life. If he had known earlier...

"Yaoyao, this is just a dream, don't believe it, okay? From now on, I will only trust you, don't be affected by the dream, okay?"

Su Yaoyao interrupted him, a self-deprecating smile flashed in her eyes, "Oh no, Fu Yanchuan, you know? This dream appears in my dreams every day."

"So, this is why you reject me and exclude me."

"Yes, I don't want Lingling to get into trouble, I don't want my aunt to become a disabled person, I don't want my child to die inexplicably, I don't want to give Su Juanjuan corneas, I don't want..."

Su Yaoyao spoke out the frustration that had been suppressed in her heart for the past few days.

Fu Yanchuan was silent. Both of them were silent.

In fact, Fu Yanchuan wanted to say that if she was willing to give him a chance, he would be willing to spend the rest of his life making up for her pain and protecting her peace.

However, when the words came to my lips, they felt so pale and powerless.

He could only hold her tightly, trying to warm her broken heart with his arms.

"Yaoyao......."