My online dating circle has millions of followers, why would she put a collar on me?

Su Xiaoyue lay on Jiang Yi's chest, crying and trembling all over.

Hot tears fell drop by drop onto his pale skin, trickling down the contours of his ribs and leaving small, warm stains on the fabric of his hospital gown.

Her fingers gripped the fabric of his collar so tightly that her knuckles turned white, as if she were using all her strength to grasp something precious in her life that could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

Jiang Yi's body stiffened.

His hand hung in mid-air, unsure of where to put it.

Reason told him he should push her away, make things clear, and tell her.

The person you like isn't me. The "him" you like is a lie fabricated from the beginning, using my photo.

But his fingers were trembling, not because of weakness, but because he could feel her trembling.

Perhaps we shouldn't say such cruel things to a girl like this.

"Miss Su," his voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping against glass, "please get up first."

"I'm not getting up!"

Su Xiaoyue's voice came from his chest, muffled, with a sob in her voice, a nasal tone, and an almost domineering, unreasonable stubbornness.

"You're going to leave the moment I let go! You're going to leave again! From last night until now, every time I grab you, you try to run away!"

"I'm not getting up! I'd rather die than get up!"

Jiang Yi closed his eyes.

The girl crying in his arms is the victim.

She was the girl his sister had swindled out of three million yuan from, the girl whose wrists were still wrapped in gauze, and blood was seeping from under the gauze.

She had the right to cry, but he didn't.

"Su Xiaoyue".

He called her by her full name, his voice steadyer, but each word seemed to be forced out of his throat.

The person you like isn't me.

Su Xiaoyue's body stiffened abruptly.

"The 'husband' you like, the one who chats with you until the early hours of the morning every day, sends you hundreds of messages when you're in surgery, and calls you 'baby' and 'wife,' is not me."

Jiang Yi's voice was trembling, but he didn't stop.

"That's a person Jiang Miaomiao made up using my photo, a person who doesn't exist. He's gentle, considerate, good at coaxing people, and knows how to say sweet words—none of that is me."

"Have you ever seen me like this since you saw me at the airport yesterday afternoon? I don't know how to coax people, I don't know how to say sweet words, I can't even say the word 'baby'."

The one you like isn't me.

The ward fell silent for a moment.

During that brief moment, it was so quiet that you could hear the sound of nurses pushing treatment carts through the corridor outside the window, their wheels rolling over the paving stones, and the faint sound of a television coming from a distant ward.

Su Xiaoyue lifted her head from his chest.

Her eyes were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, tiny teardrops clung to her eyelashes, the tip of her nose was red, and her lips were slightly swollen from crying for so long.

But the light in those eyes was different.

It's not the emptiness that comes after waking from a dream, nor the despair of utter defeat, but rather a kind of stubbornness.

"I know."

Jiang Yi was stunned.

"I know those aren't you."

Su Xiaoyue's voice wasn't loud, but every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth.

With an undeniable certainty that sent chills down Jiang Yi's spine.

"I know the person I was chatting with wasn't you, those messages weren't sent by you, and those 'husband' and 'baby' calls weren't from you. I know all of that."

She straightened up from his chest, placed her hands on either side of his body, and looked down at him.

Her hair fell loose, with a few stray strands hanging down beside his face, forming a semi-transparent, precarious curtain between the two of them.

"Jiang Yi, I don't care who posted those messages, I don't care who spent the money, I don't care what your sister did, what you signed, or what you admitted. There's only one thing I care about—"

Her fingers gripped the fabric of his collar so tightly that her knuckles looked as white as if they were about to break.

"My life needs you; I can't live without you!"

As she spoke, Su Xiaoyue raised her hand.

Clenching his teeth.

With a snap, the blood-stained gauze on her wrist was torn open.

The dark red wound inside was nearly ten centimeters long.

The newly formed scab was torn open in an instant, and dark red blood began to spread, slowly soaking through the gauze on the entire wrist.

Jiang Yi had a lot to say, but Su Xiaoyue's actions rendered him speechless.

The visual impact was so intense that he screamed almost immediately after he came to his senses.

"Nurse, nurse, come quick..."

However, Jiang Yi's second half of the sentence was firmly suppressed.

Jiang Yi felt a sudden darkness before his eyes as the girl's hair obscured his vision.

He was completely knocked down onto the hospital bed.

The girl's softness and sweet scent moistened her long-parched lips.

One second—

Ten seconds—

Thirty seconds —

Jiang Yi didn't know how long she kissed him.

He initially tried to push Su Xiaoyue away, but when he tried, he simply didn't have the strength.

He hadn't eaten all day, and coupled with his illness, he was extremely weak.

Moreover, he didn't dare to move around recklessly; the way Su Xiaoyue had torn open the wound earlier had startled him.

He was afraid that Su Xiaoyue might do something impulsive again.

What if, like in that dream, I were to dig out my own heart? It's not impossible.

He had given up all hope that Su Xiaoyue would get up on her own.

Su Xiaoyue only hoped that her shout would have been heard by the nurse and that someone would come in and interrupt her.

And Miss Gu, why wasn't Gu Qinghan there when Su Xiaoyue went crazy?

While Jiang Yi was begging for a nurse to come, Su Xiaoyue felt like she was on fire.

This was the only time in her life she had ever taken such initiative, even going so far as to push a man down.

Now she doesn't know what to do.

Should they continue kissing, or get up?

Su Xiaoyue didn't want to get up.

Because it feels really comfortable to hug Jiang Yi.

Very reassuring.

I wish I could hold him forever~

We absolutely cannot let go!

Correct!

We absolutely cannot let go!

Thinking of this, she exerted even more effort!

She even tried to grab Jiang Yi's head with both hands.

And it was at this very moment!

"what!"

A sharp scream rang out.

This scream was like a bucket of cold water poured over Su Xiaoyue's burning heart.

Her lips, which had been pressed against Jiang Yi's, finally loosened a little.

Jiang Yi finally had a chance to speak.

"Su Xiaoyue, get up first and bandage your wound!"

Jiang Yi used all his strength to squeeze his head out of Su Xiaoyue's body, and then shouted at the terrified nurse.

"Stop standing there! Come over here right now, this young lady is bleeding so much!"

The nurse was stunned by what she saw.

What the hell? A woman cut her wrists?

Then she lay on top of a man!

Good heavens, is this a form of funerary sacrifice?

It wasn't until Jiang Yi called her several times that the nurse finally woke up.

She hurriedly shouted twice into the walkie-talkie, then ran over quickly.

"Miss, please get up. This position is putting pressure on your wrist and will cause a lot of bleeding!"

The young nurse looked at the pool of blood on the ground and swallowed hard.

In my heart, I thought, "That's ruthless! That's reckless!"

Su Xiaoyue calmed down a bit and, with the help of the nurse, raised her wrist, but her other hands still gripped Jiang Yi's hand tightly.

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