The heroine takes revenge on me, I am a sickly girl, I conquer the country and enjoy happiness

"May I?"

"Ah."

"Is that okay?"

"Um……"

"Is that okay?"

"Woo..."

The girl clutched the armrests tightly, her eyelashes trembling as she lay on the chair.

The beautiful skirt spread out beneath her, and Su Ciyue half-knelt on the ground, asking questions patiently at every step.

After a while, the girl gasped with a red face.

Su Ciyue picked up the teacup and took a sip of water, then stood up and sat next to her, taking out a handkerchief and carefully wiped her sweat.

When Lu Ningshuang's breathing became steady, she asked in a very soft voice:

"Feeling better, Frost?"

Lu Ningshuang understood everything hidden under her shyness. She tried to sit up, but failed because she was too weak.

Su Ciyue caringly helped her up, put his arms behind her back, and carefully stroked her hair with his fingertips.

Lu Ningshuang leaned on her chest and hummed softly.

She wanted to ask confusedly whether he liked her, but then she thought that it would be meaningless if the window paper was broken.

After all, when she was playing with her sisters in the warm room that year, she saw Su Ciyue's intentions towards her.

It's fun to be a soft little lamb, just like now.

Su Ciyue stroked Lu Ningshuang's hair, with his other hand resting quietly on her back, and his voice was extremely gentle with a tentative tone.

"Will Shuangbao feel uncomfortable?"

Lu Ningshuang's ears turned red and she whispered:

"No……"

"Then...will Shuangbao feel sick?"

"Not that disgusting..."

Su Ciyue patted her on the back and probed further:

"Can Shuangbao accept it?"

Lu Ningshuang was so scared that she hugged Su Ciyue's waist and buried her face tightly in her chest, her hesitant voice was full of helplessness:

"I...I don't know..."

Su Ciyue smiled peacefully and patiently comforted the weak girl in his arms.

“It’s okay, Shuangbao, I won’t force you to do anything, everything is based on your wishes.

I will just stay with you, always."

Lu Ningshuang was quiet for a long time, found a suitable moment to sob, and then gradually raised her voice.

The strong emotion of grief makes those who hear it fall into the abyss.

She grabbed Su Ciyue's collar, and when her face was filled with pity, she cried like a kitten, weak and helpless:

"He's gone, he's gone! He's been around since I was very young, and I've gotten used to his presence, but now he's gone!

A Yue, why do you say that? After so many years of living together and accompanying each other, how can you just say no?

I haven't been able to keep anyone for more than ten years. Am I really useless?"

There was a slight noise in the yard, but Su Ciyue didn't notice it. She was trying her best to comfort the girl in her arms.

“It’s not your fault, Frost.

Those who can leave can only be said to be passers-by in life, and those who will not leave will not leave no matter what happens. "

Lu Ningshuang cried bitterly.

"But I'm very sad. I've waited for three years, why can't you give me three days?

Ah Yue, do you know that every day when I sleep, I have the same nightmare again and again.

I dreamed that I was locked in a pitch-black coffin. Countless black shadows emerged from all over the dark underground palace, gnawing at my soul madly. It hurt so much, it really hurt, and I wanted to die.

When I managed to survive their bites, I found that my body had been taken away by the thing in the coffin, and I could only watch it being carried away by His Majesty.

I was left in a dark underground palace, bullied by dark shadows that ordinary people could not reach. I cried out to the sky and the earth, but no one answered. I almost forgot who I was.

I don’t know why I woke up, I don’t know how many years have passed, and I don’t know what happened in the past three years. To me, these three years were non-existent.

I can remember my father, my mother, my sister, and I can recognize him at a glance. Isn't that enough?"

"Stop talking, Shuangbao, stop talking..."

Su Ciyue was already sobbing uncontrollably and hugged Lu Ningshuang tightly, wanting to erase that horrific memory for her.

"Let's not think about it, okay? You are safe now, no one can hurt you anymore..."

Lu Yingxue, who appeared outside the door by chance, covered her mouth tightly, fearing that she would cry.

She had never imagined that during the months that Xiao Qian'an had imprisoned her, Xiao Bingyangzi had experienced such a horrible thing.

Being alive is already good enough, and she is trying hard to remember them, so she really shouldn't be asked to do anything too much.

Sorry, Xiaoshuang.

Do whatever you want to do in the future, your sister will protect you!

Duke Lu and Madam Lu also happened to hear it.

They originally came to have dinner with their precious daughter, but unexpectedly they heard shocking inside stories.

Mrs. Lu fainted from crying on the spot, and Duke Lu was so shocked that he almost fell down.

"Madam! Master!"

Cuizhu lowered her voice and shouted.

Lu Jianzhang shook his head in agony.

"Don't scare Shuang'er, come with me and help your wife back."

His idea was the same as Lu Yingxue's.

From now on, Shuang'er can do whatever she wants, and he will clear all obstacles for her!

Shuang'er, it was because daddy didn't realize the tyrant's purpose earlier that you suffered so much.

Daddy is sorry for you!

In this play, which is 70% true and 30% false, there is also an important audience.

Under the pursuit and blockade of Fu Nanjia's men, Jing Shiyue was forced to leave Jinyang, but as soon as he left Jinyang, he fell into the enemy's trap.

When he opened his eyes, he found that Fu Nanjia had sent him back to Miss Lu's Chenxiangyuan.

He was tied up, gagged, and given a large amount of muscle softener. He fell to the ground and couldn't move at all.

But what made him completely lose the will to resist was the true feelings expressed by Lu Ningshuang in the main house.

He said a lot of "I'm sorry" in his heart.

What he wanted to do most was to go back to five days ago and cut his cold-hearted self into pieces, then go back to eight days ago and beat his stubborn self to death.

"You really deserve to die!"

Fu Nanjia rested his arms on the armrests of the wheelchair, and bloodshot eyes surged in his dark eyes.

Twice!

Twice in total!

He saw Xiaoguai crying twice for the damn man on the ground. What about the places he didn't see? Could there be more? !

"People like you deserve to be cut into pieces!"

Jing Shiyue did not react. He lay quietly on the ground, tears of regret soaking his white hair.

Until the last question with a crying voice came from next door:

"I call him Brother Doctor, why would he give up on me first? Why!!!"

Jing Shiyue suddenly frowned, his right face tilted to the ground, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

His face turned pale in an instant, and the white cloth in his mouth slowly began to seep with blood.

Fu Nanjia walked forward in a wheelchair, pulled out an iron rod and pushed it against Jing Shiyue as if he was rummaging through garbage.

Seeing that he looked hopeless, he sneered:

"It is your own fault and you will not live!"

Hearing that all the idle people had left, Fu Nanjia controlled the wheelchair and went to the main house.

He took the girl, who had long since regained her indifference, into his arms and applied a wrung-out towel to her red and swollen eyes.

"The person has been brought back, darling, don't cry anymore."

Lu Ningshuang rested her head on his arm and taunted him coldly:

"Brother, didn't you like to see me cry before? The more miserable I was, the more excited I was. Did you like my crying these two times?"

Fu Nanjia, who never bowed her head, sincerely admitted her mistake, rubbed her eyes with her thumb and sighed:

"Don't cry, don't cry, dear baby. If you keep crying, it will be your brother who will be heartbroken."

Didn’t the guy next door vomit blood?