Autobiography of a paranoid patient

Chapter 25

(One hundred and one)

He didn't answer my question right away, but picked up the broken rhythm again, finished my wound in an orderly manner, and organized the medicine box in an orderly manner, before walking in front of me.

I remained sitting while he stood, leaning over and ruffling my hair.

"If you said just now that I want to know about Yunan, I should be fucking you now."

When Feng Yue said this, his tone was flat, so I even had some doubts.

But he stopped talking about it and sat down beside me.

"Remember the scar on Yu Nan's hand?"

"Hmm..." I hesitated, "Zhao Yue..."

"It used to be my colleague who accused me of plagiarism in a landmark design competition."

I was stunned.

"Does anyone believe it?" I asked.

Feng Yue sneered, "Of course."

His hands covered my hair, and he couldn't help but tighten it a little bit.

"Those people can't wait."

I lowered my eyes and shook my head the way he ruffled my hair.

"Did you have a bad time?"

Feng Yue's hand slid down and pinched the back of my neck.

"Why are you so smart at this time?"

(One hundred and one)

Some experiences are like this, no matter how hysterical your tone is, others may not feel the same emotions as you.

From this point of view, I often think that people cannot understand each other.

Even now, Feng Yue is resting on my lap, and I am stroking the hair around his ear.

(one hundred and two)

I believe he is a genius.

"I have been looking for evidence for nearly a year. During this year, I was not given a job. Then things finally turned around. I thought it was about to end..."

"I didn't expect that Zhao Yue wanted to kill me. I turned my back to him, and Yunan rushed out to block it. This happened several years ago. Later, I took Yunan to many places for treatment. Now the scar on his hand is gone. It’s the best it can be.”

I snapped my fingers.

"I sent Zhao Yue to prison. Later, when I was doing design and writing, I always felt that I saw someone's shadow again, so I applied for transfer to management, and it has been up to now."

"But those on the desk..."

I bit my lip and I felt my lips tremble, my eyes tremble, and so did my fingers.

My heart, my whole body is shaking.

He said that sometimes the reason why life is full of misfortune is that there are things that need to be cherished waiting in the future.

This will make the precious more precious, so that people will not miss it.

He raised his body, held my face in his hands, and bit my red lips gently instead of my teeth.

(One hundred and three)

I think he is lying.

How can anyone go through this and say, I'm fine, I'm fine now.

I shed more tears than ever before, and this is obviously the most tender time for Feng Yue.

He whispered in my ear: "Because of you, Song Yin..."

As soon as I heard my name spit out from his mouth, I couldn't help but grasp his solid waist and give it tremblingly.

He smiled at me very gently.

I looked at the ceiling and felt this room was so strange for the first time.

Tears were like an open faucet, sliding down the corners of my eyes, past my ears kissed by him, leaving dark water marks on the pillow.

I don't know what I'm crying about, it seems that Feng Yue can't answer for me.

He could only hug me, wrapping his warm chest around me, not saying anything, just letting me know he was there.

I was very tired, and I grabbed his shoulder only when I was very tired, and my fingertips were slightly hard, and they were flushed.

I asked him what to do with Yunan, I asked a very stupid question.

He pinched my forearm, and the scars criss-crossed like vines.

His face suddenly darkened, and he kissed my arm slowly.

The raised scars don't hurt a long time ago, but when he kissed me, I still flinched reflexively.

"I took Yunan to the doctor. I used all the resources I had. I would personally accompany him in every consultation. I could satisfy all his requests except being with me. You know why I did this ?"

I sniffed and stared at him blankly.

For the first time, I felt that Feng Yue's eyes could be so deep.

I know why.

Although Feng Yue and I are very different, I can always understand him.

As weird as we can come across.

"If you are the one who gets hurt," Feng Yue's eyelashes fluttered, "if you get hurt because of me, and others don't dare to approach you because of your scars, you will always be mine, which is the best."

"If you were too beautiful, I would do anything to hide you, but I don't want to hurt you."

My fingertips touched his body, trembling uncontrollably.

"That's why it's best."

Feng Yue's kiss finally landed on my wrist, close to the throbbing blood vessels, his teeth were biting lightly on the thin layer of skin.

"It's best for you."

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The author has something to say:

Because Feng Yue didn't want to lose money, Yunan