After I died, they cried in the live studio

Chapter 15 The nightmare ends and the truth emerges

"Mr. Fox, I seem to have seen another me. In the dream, I seem to have become a different person, totally different from who I am now. How could this be? What on earth did I encounter in the past?"

Sang Shuwan suddenly felt extremely frightened and confused when she recalled the scene in her dream. Her eyes were flickering with anxiety and confusion, her eyebrows were tightly knitted together, her lips, which were originally delicate and tempting, were trembling slightly at this moment, and a few strands of hair were messily stuck to her slightly pale cheeks.

Sang Shuwan's voice trembled slightly, as if it was a cry from the depths of her soul. She really couldn't endure such a horrible nightmare.

Jiang Ci Mu stood quietly by the side, a hint of doubt flashed across his deep eyes for a moment, like a ripple on the surface of a calm lake.

After hearing this, he felt that something was out of the ordinary, so he hurriedly asked, "Wanwan, tell me quickly, what have you done and what are you thinking about these days?" Jiang Cimu grabbed Sang Shuwan's arm worriedly. His palms were broad and warm, and he held her slender arms tightly, with a hint of eagerness and concern in his strength.

Sang Shuwan hesitated for a moment, she bit her lower lip, a trace of entanglement flashed in her eyes. She knew that she had been trying hard to recall the past these days, and she was even a little obsessed. However, Mr. Fox was so good to her, and she couldn't bear to hide this deep friendship. She slowly raised her head, looked at Jiang Cimu, and told him everything she had experienced in the past few days. "Mr. Fox, was I really worrying before? Are all my previous memories unbearable to look at? If so, I will no longer think about the past." Her eyes were full of self-blame, like a wounded deer, making people feel pity for her.

Seeing Sang Shuwan's self-blaming expression, Jiang Cimu's heart seemed to be gently tugged by something. He couldn't help but take a step forward, stretched out his hand and gently touched her little face, the action was so gentle that it seemed as if he was touching the most precious treasure in the world. His eyes were full of pity, and he comforted her: "Wanwan, you had a good past, but no matter how unbearable the past was, promise me not to think about it."

Jiang Ci Mu took the opportunity to gently embrace Sang Shuwan in his arms. He held her tightly, feeling her weak breathing. The sound of her breathing was like a fragile feather, gently brushing against his heart, and he began to feel sorry for her again.

"Have a good rest, and leave the rest to me." Jiang Cimu whispered in her ear, his voice gentle but firm, like an invisible force trying to dispel the haze in her heart.

Sang Shuwan nodded gently, turned around and walked towards the soft big bed in the ward. Her steps were a little heavy, as if she was carrying an invisible yoke. Jiang Cimu looked at her back, sighed slightly, and then turned around and walked towards the door. His figure seemed a little lonely under the light, and every step seemed to carry a hint of worry.

However, just when Sang Shuwan was about to lie down to rest, an accident suddenly happened. The TV in the ward, which had been quiet, suddenly turned on automatically with a "click" sound, and a picture instantly appeared on the screen.

As the voice of the reporter's report slowly sounded, Sang Shuwan felt as if countless needles were stabbing her mind. A sharp pain came over her and she hugged her head in agony. Some broken fragments of memory began to flash wildly in her mind.

"Who is she? Why does she look so familiar? Mr. Fox, I'm sorry, I still remember something." Sang Shuwan's breathing was rapid and heavy, her eyes were wide open, and her eyes were filled with tears, and the tears were like a flood that burst the dam, rushing out. Her body was trembling slightly, like a leaf swaying in a storm.

"Wanwan, it's okay, I'm here." Jiang Cimu was shocked, his face turned pale in an instant, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. He had expected this day to come, but he didn't expect it to be so sudden.

He strode hurriedly to the TV, with a hint of anger in his eyes, and pressed the power off button fiercely.

Then, he quickly came to Sang Shuwan's bedside and saw her expression quickly change from confusion to extreme pain. Jiang Cimu's brows were tightly wrinkled into the shape of a "川" character. His eyes were full of anger and heartache. He secretly vowed in his heart to find out who turned on the TV.

Who turned on the TV? Come out. His voice was low and majestic, like an enraged lion. The servants heard the young master's angry shout and came over trembling with fear. They lowered their heads, their eyes full of fear, and looked at each other, not daring to breathe.

When Sang Shuwan opened her eyes again, the faces of the people who bullied her were already in her mind. Those faces were so clear, each one was so hateful and so cold. Even her own parents and relatives did not believe her, but instead accused her more coldly, trying to distance themselves from her.

"Haha, I see, Mr. Fox. It turns out that our past was so tragic. I have always imagined how miserable we were, but that tragic experience far exceeded my expectations."

Sang Shuwan showed a cold smile on her face, which was full of self-mockery and despair. Her eyes were empty and cold, as if she had lost her soul. She tremblingly pulled out the needle in her hand, and the needle brought out a trace of blood, which dripped on the white bed sheet like a blooming red plum. She ignored Jiang Cimu's obstruction and tried to walk out of the ward.

Jiang Cimu hurriedly blocked her way, with a hint of anxiety and confusion in his eyes, and asked, "Where are you going? Wanwan, you are not well yet."

Sang Shuwan looked at him expressionlessly, then walked straight past Jiang Cimu and continued to walk forward. Although her steps were a little staggering, she was full of firm determination.

Jiang Cimu stared at Sang Shuwan's back for a moment, then immediately chased after her. As he chased after her, he shouted to the servants behind him, "Go get the clothes." His eyes never left Sang Shuwan's back, which was like a deep scar, imprinted in his heart.

"Yes, my past is already bad, and I have to blame myself for all this."

Sang Shuwan rushed into the yard with a smile, her laughter echoing in the empty yard, seeming particularly desolate. She completely ignored Jiang Cimu who was chasing after her, and just walked forward on her own.

The yard was full of various flowers. The beautiful roses swayed gently in the wind, as if telling a silent story; the elegant daisies clustered together, like a group of shy girls; the noble tulips held their heads high, exuding a charming fragrance. However, in Sang Shuwan's eyes, all these beautiful scenes seemed to have lost their color.

"You are right, it is them and this world that are wrong." Jiang Cimu shouted at Sang Shuwan's back. His voice echoed in the yard, with a hint of helplessness and sadness.

Sang Shuwan turned around painfully and looked at Jiang Cimu. At this moment, she had a knife in her hand, which flashed coldly in the sun, making people shudder.

Jiang Cimu's eyes widened immediately, his eyes were filled with fear and worry, he didn't know what Sang Shuwan was going to do next. "Don't do anything stupid, I saved your life, do you want to abandon Mr. Fox, Wanwan, do you have the heart to do that?" Jiang Cimu's voice was trembling, he slowly approached Sang Shuwan, every step was cautious, as if he was approaching a bomb that could explode at any time.

Sang Shuwan smiled bitterly and said to Jiang Cimu: "No, I don't want to do anything stupid, I just hate myself for not seeing this world and the creatures in this world clearly earlier, I am afraid. I used to think I was not afraid of anything, but when I really saw it, the most terrifying thing is the human heart."

(End of this chapter)