The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

First he ruthlessly drove him away, and then saw Yunci and Dongtang Chiyou again. It turned out that Xia Beiqin was already saying goodbye to everything he had done. It was not that he couldn't think about it for a while, but he had already planned to do so.

After falling asleep for a few hours, Xia Beiqing woke up quietly, staring at the ceiling with a dazed expression, as if he hadn't realized whether he was alive or dead.

"You are not dead." Shen Zhiyu's voice rang from the side.

Xia Beiqing seemed to have only been pulled back to his thoughts. He turned his head and saw Shen Zhiyu beside the bed. His eyes brightened for a moment. However, after only a moment, he quickly dimmed, and then looked away.

Realizing that he was not dead, his emotions were only disappointment.

Shen Zhiyu slowly stretched out his hand to hold his gauze-wrapped wrist, and tremblingly asked, "Why...why did you make this choice? Tell me, what do you think?!"

He didn't even dare to mention the word death again.

Xia Beiqing didn't look at him, didn't speak, and didn't have any superfluous reactions.

Shen Zhiyu stroked Xia Beiqing's cheek, with a firm tone: "Beijing, no matter what you think, I will never let you commit suicide again. I want you to live, live well!"

Hearing these words, Xia Beiqing actually lifted the corners of his pale lips and smiled, with a mocking smile on his face. He stiffly raised his hand, groping for something beside the bed.

Shen Zhiyu immediately handed over the paper and pen.

Xia Beiqing held the pen weakly, wrote crookedly on the paper, and then threw it in front of Shen Zhiyu.

-Alive? How can I be considered alive like this? To me, being alive has no meaning at all.

Between the lines, he has a negative attitude.

Shen Zhiyu hurriedly cupped Xia Beiqing's face with both hands: "Why is it meaningless? Bei Qing, why do you think so? You still have me, and your brother and sister-in-law. I said I will take care of you. For the rest of my life, I will make you happy. If you are really bored, then we will find something interesting to do."

Xia Beiqin began to write, rejecting Shen Zhiyu's touch, holding a pen and writing on the paper.

——I'm so disabled, it's better to let me die!

"Northern!" Shen Zhiyu couldn't help yelling: "I beg you, don't think so, I know... I know it's painful..."

--Do not! You do not know!

Xia Beiqing clenched the paper in his hand.

——I have never felt the same, you will never fail to understand, I can’t walk anymore, I can only sit in a wheelchair, what kind of mood is it, whether I want to cry or laugh, I can’t make any sound, what is it? With this kind of mood, I live in this state, how tormented and exhausted every minute and every second!

——Ms. Shen, do you remember what my dream is? It's dancing...

Looking at the words written on the paper, Shen Zhiyu's eyes were gradually wet with tears. He slowly lowered his waist and almost threw himself on Xia Beiqin's body. He choked and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, everything is my fault. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be like this..."

Xia Beiqing also followed with red eyes, but he didn't have tears flowing down, and he didn't even have the idea of ​​crying. He just wrote on the paper indifferently.

——Mr. Shen, if you really feel ashamed of me, then...Let me leave and free me from the pain.

"No...no!" Shen Zhiyu desperately shook his head: "You must live, you must live! BeiQing, even if I beg you, okay?"