My Fairy Fiancee

Zhao Yi's heart beat suddenly, and the image of love and pity in his dream came to mind. He looked at the nurse with a blank expression, and murmured: "Where did she go?"

The nurse lady looked at the dull-looking Zhao Yi, and her heart ached. She knew that this was the longing and desperate look of human beings.

"She...is in the morgue..." The nurse finally told the truth.

For a moment, Zhao Yi's mind was filled with the sight of love and blood all over her body, her face, the bracelet she was holding tightly in her hand, the words she said...

You said you would come back...

"Kekeke..."

He covered his face with his hands, his teeth clenched in hatred and kept making sounds. He squatted on the ground, his shoulders shaking slightly.

There were many people on the fifth floor of the Central Hospital. He only wore a pair of large pants, the kind similar to beach shorts. People passing in front of him talked a lot, thinking that this was a mental illness, but people passing behind her looked like they were mentally ill. When his back was covered with scars, he walked away in silence.

"You said you would come back..."

These words kept popping up in his brain, and Ai Lian's bloody face became clearer and clearer, and he felt like he was about to collapse.

"Take me there."

These four short words were said through gritted teeth with a hint of crying.

It's not that the man doesn't shed tears, it's just that he hasn't felt sad yet.

The nurse lady looked at his appearance and sighed helplessly. What exactly is emotion? Even a strong person like Zhao Yi can become so fragile.

She turned around and took out her coat from the small cabinet under the nurse's desk. Because she had to wear a nurse's uniform for work, she wouldn't wear it for the time being.

She put her coat on Zhao Yi and whispered, "I'll take you there."

Arriving at the morgue in the basement, Zhao Yi felt like he had lost his soul all the way. He didn't look like a normal person at all. The nurse wanted to know what she had been through these days, but right now she wanted to make sure he was safe. , and these questions are not appropriate to ask at this time.

The door of the morgue was opened, and the cold death rushed towards her face. The nurse shivered, but Zhao Yi behind her couldn't feel it at all.

"This is it."

She took Zhao Yi to a bed and warned, "Come out early, it's very cold."

After saying that, she went to the door and waited. She couldn't bear the temperature inside for long.

Zhao Yi was the only living person in the entire morgue. He stood in front of the bed for a long time, touching the pale sheets with a trembling hand. The closer the distance, the more panicked he became.

Gently, he lifted off the white sheet covering the body. When he saw Ai Lian's face, he was stunned for a long time. Everything was exactly the same as in his dream.

Half of her face was bloody, the other side was stained with blood, her clothes were stained red with blood, one hand was clenched, and the other arm was twisted...

Zhao Yi closed his eyes as he looked at it. He really couldn't bear to look at it anymore. He was like a body with an empty soul. He slowly knelt down in front of the hospital bed, tears constantly falling from the corners of his eyes.

At this moment, he could no longer feel the cold ground, the pain in his chest, the coma in his brain, the hot tears in the corners of his eyes...

It was like a machine was frozen, motionless except for tears.

"If I could come back soon..."

"If I could have made up my mind to break off the engagement with her earlier and avoid being dragged into the world of cultivation..."

"If I could live up to my expectations and show some dignity, I would stop taking action against her sooner..."

"If I could have known how to cherish you sooner..."

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He gently touched the undisfigured face of Ai Lian's other half, tears streaming down his face, and he was crying so hard that even though he opened his mouth and wanted to cry loudly, there was something stuck in his throat and no sound came out.

He was filled with regrets in his heart, and he also understood very well that no matter how much he regretted at the moment, he could not change the reality of what had happened.

"I can't go back..."

He held Ai Lian's head, tears and tears flowing down her disfigured face.

He didn't know whether he loved Ai Lian to the core, or whether he felt so guilty that he didn't want to live. Anyway, he owed her so much for both of these feelings. Once the two feelings were blended together, it was enough to make him want to spend his whole life making up for it.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes... He kept kneeling beside the hospital bed holding Ai Lian's body.

The nurse outside the door finally realized something was wrong and ran in immediately. As a result, she saw that Zhao Yi's face had turned white and purple and he was motionless.

"Mr. Zhao?"

The nurse pulled Zhao Yi's arm, but found that she couldn't pull him at all.

"Mr. Zhao?"

She tried again and found that Zhao Yi looked like he was dead, his eyes were empty, his whole body was cold, and she couldn't even feel the beating of his aorta.

"Someone come quickly!"

She yelled and was about to run out of the morgue, but before she could move, a cold hand grabbed her wrist.

She was startled and turned around to find Zhao Yi's hand holding her. Zhao Yi didn't look back and was still holding Ai Lian's body with his other hand.

"Zhao..."

"Can you do me a favor?" Zhao Yi's voice came over.

The nurse was relieved when she heard him speak: "I was scared to death. I thought something happened to you. I helped you, but if you speak out first, something will happen."

"Buy me an ice coffin and I'll take her away." Zhao Yi said.

"Okay, I'll contact you right away. You come out first and then talk."

"I'm fine."

"You have to come out."

"Thank you, please leave me alone." Zhao Yi's voice was very low, and it still echoed in this underground morgue, weak, powerless, and sad.

"..."

The nurse looked at him and felt helpless. She wanted the doctor to come and take him outside, but it seemed impossible at the moment.

Thinking that Zhao Yi was so powerful that he could break the spaceship with one sword, he should not be afraid of the cold. Only then did the nurse feel at ease to leave.

When she ordered the ice coffin and sent it over, it was already half an hour apart.

When the nurse brought people to the morgue to put Ai Lian's body into the ice coffin, she found that Zhao Yi, who had been staying in it, was still in that position, motionless.

"Mr. Zhao, can you get up for a while? Let us settle her down." The nurse said.

"No need."

Zhao Yi said two words tremblingly, and then he didn't know where he got the strength, and directly picked up Ai Lian's body horizontally and walked towards the ice coffin at the door.

He moved very carefully, his steps were not steady, but very slow.

After putting Ai Lian in the ice coffin, Zhao Yi still lay on the ice coffin reluctantly, and his whole body was still the same.