Broken thoughts of life

Chapter 22 Suicide
"Nian Nian, it's time to eat."

Mu Qijue held the rice and fed it mouthful.

It has been three days since the incident, during these three days, Qiao Niannian was as dull as losing his soul, no matter what Mu Qijue said, Qiao Niannian just closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

You can never wake a person who pretends to be asleep, that's all.

After finally waiting for Qiao Niannian to eat, Mu Qijue held down Qiao Niannian's head and kissed it all at once. Mu Qijue was fascinated by the soft touch, and slowly tossed and turned.

Mu Qijue stopped, he didn't want such a lifeless Nian Nian, his Nian Nian should be alive.

"Nian Nian, don't be like this..."

Mu Qijue's voice began to choke.

Seeing this, Qiao Niannian lowered her head and looked at Mu Qijue. Just as she opened her mouth, her throat hurt so badly that she didn't speak much for the past few days.

"Mu Qijue, tell me, what should I do."

Qiao Niannian's voice sounded extremely hoarse.

What should I do, isn't this all a good thing you do?

"Nian Nian, come back to life, don't look like this again, I feel uncomfortable."

Mu Qijue rubbed Qiao Niannian's hair, feeling very helpless.

Mu Qijue left.

Qiao Niannian took out the small blade from the palm of his hand, which was stolen from Mu Qijue's razor. Looking at the small piece of knife, Qiao Niannian cut his eyes hard without blinking. go down.

The moment the blood gushed out, Qiao Niannian relaxed like never before.

Such days should be over!
……

The surroundings were all white, and Qiao Niannian thought she had arrived in heaven, but the man beside the bed with a vicissitudes of life and a bearded face was indeed Mu Qijue.

Seeing Qiao Niannian woke up, Mu Qijue's eyes were full of surprise, and his voice was hoarse, he said, "Niannian, why did you commit suicide?"

God knows, seeing Qiao Niannian's hands covered in blood, what kind of mood he was in, the pain from the left atrium could not surpass his reason.

Mu Qijue never thought that Qiao Niannian would be so decisive.

Qiao Niannian turned her head away from looking at Mu Qijue's vicissitudes of face, her heart felt pain for some reason.

"Why didn't you let me die?"

Having said that, Qiao Niannian snorted coldly.

"I almost forgot, how could you let me die, you have to put me by your side, torturing my nerves."

The mocking words seemed like a knife had been stabbed into Mu Qijue's heart.

"Nian Nian, don't be like this, don't speak coldly to me."

Mu Qijue held Qiao Niannian's head and leaned on his own forehead, and said with devout eyes, "Niannian, whatever you do is fine, just don't do this again."

I can't stand it.

Ai said that Qiao Niannian was suffering from depression and had suicidal tendencies. If Qiao Niannian committed suicide again, Mu Qijue felt that he might not be able to bear it.

"Brother Seven, the operation is ready."

There was a knock on the door.

Mu Qijue responded, and then pushed Qiao Niannian's hospital bed out.

Qiao Niannian asked, "Where are you going?"

"Operating room, didn't you always want to be free? I'll connect your legs, send you back to Wen Zirui, and let you be free."

Mu Qijue took a deep breath, not knowing how much courage it took to say such words.

Hearing this, Qiao Niannian's eyes were full of hope and suspicion.

"really?"

Qiao Niannian stood up and looked into Mu Qijue's eyes.

Mu Qijue nodded in a daze, and said, "Yes, really."

The operation lasted three hours, and the moment Qiao Niannian came out, Mu Qijue burst into tears.

That's the woman he loves the most, and he's afraid of melting in his hands. To give her freedom like this, I have to admit, Mu Qijue is reluctant, let alone reconciled.

Wen Zirui had been waiting outside the hospital for a long time. Qiao Niannian was carried into the car. She looked pale and sickly. Mu Qijue watched Wen Zirui take Qiao Niannian away with a cold face.

Qiao Niannian left, taking Mu Qijue's soul with her.

(End of this chapter)