One Thousand Three Hundred and Seventy-Four Song Zhixing, You Win! (I)

When he thought of this possibility, his eyes were filled with dark tides, and a gloomy look came out, which looked particularly terrifying. "In order not to be with me, you don't even want your life?"

Every word was bitten out from his teeth, as cold and hard as stone.

"No..."

Song Zhixing shook his head with difficulty. He didn't know whether he was afraid of Tang Yu like this, or because he was in too much pain, and the cold sweat on his forehead was even more.

"Then what are you doing?" Tang Yu stepped closer and grabbed her hand. The blue veins on his face burst out, and he grabbed her hand even harder, as if he wanted to crush her, "Tell me, if it's not suicide, what are you doing?"

Every word he said was icy, and his eyes almost wanted to torture her. After asking the question, he snatched the medicine bottle away. Because he was too strong, the remaining pills were shaken out and bounced on their faces. He didn't even dodge, and his eyes were fixed on her with fire. It seemed that as long as she replied with a wrong word, he would tear her into pieces.

Song Zhixing panted hard, almost unable to stand. She licked her lips weakly, closed her eyes under his aggressive gaze and said, "These...are not asthma medicines."

"What is this?" Tang Yu held the bottle tightly.

Song Zhixing's fingers almost dug into the wall, and she turned her face away, not daring to meet his gaze. Tang Yu grabbed her and asked her to turn her face, "I'm asking you, what exactly is this?"

"Birth control pills!" Song Zhixing growled. As if she would lose the courage if she didn't say it in one breath, she closed her eyes and didn't dare to look at him, "This is birth control pills!"

Tang Yu took a heavy breath, as if he couldn't believe it, and as if he was too injured, he stared at her for a long time. The breath sprayed on her face was trembling.

"...You...don't want to give birth to a child for me?" His breath was unstable, and he even stopped twice before he finished a sentence.

Song Zhixing's eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist. She glanced at him and turned her eyes away quickly. Tang Yu grabbed her chin, his movements were almost rough, "Song Zhixing, didn't you say you loved me? This is what you call 'love', you love me so much that you don't even want to give me a child, right?"

"Yes, I don't want to, I don't want a child, and I can't convince myself to give birth to a grandson for my father's murderer..." Song Zhixing held his hand. Facing his question, the pain in her chest was much more severe than before, "Didn't you also say you loved me? Your love also forced me to have a child when you knew I didn't want to. Isn't it?"

Tang Yu was speechless by her question.

There is no doubt that they love each other. However, they both love too much. They can't learn to give each other enough space.

"Okay, you don't want to give birth... You don't want to give birth..." Tang Yu murmured, his hands shaking. The medicine bottle was crushed in his hand with a 'snap' sound. Song Zhixing trembled, and the next moment, his hand loosened. She lost her support, her legs weakened, and she fell to the ground along the wall. The pain in her chest made her curl up into a ball.

She raised her eyelids uncomfortably, only to see Tang Yu slamming the door and leaving, leaving her with a cold and stiff back.

She felt more and more pain and wanted to ask him for help, but before she could say a word, his figure had disappeared.

Tang Yu...

I'm in so much pain...

Song Zhixing's face was pressed against the cold wall, her lips were getting whiter and whiter, and gradually no blood color was left.

She lay on the ground in pain, and gradually, even her eyelids became heavier. Everything in front of her became blurred, as if it had turned into a hazy shadow.

She would die...

Maybe, she would die in a foreign country today...

She would leave the world with Tang Yu's disgust and anger towards her.

"Where's your medicine?!"

Just as she was thinking about it, Tang Yu's voice suddenly rang out. He strode over and picked her up from the floor. While walking into the room, he asked, "Song Zhixing, where are your medicines? Where did you put your asthma medicines?"

He didn't really leave, nor did he really ignore her, but looked for medicines in the room.

The room had been turned upside down, and there was no place to stay. However, her medicines were nowhere to be found.

Song Zhixing was in a daze, and she couldn't hear clearly. Tang Yu lifted her face and asked again, "Tell me, where did you put the medicines!"

He was already quite unstable. Especially, watching her almost losing her breath in his arms.

"No..." Song Zhixing's lips trembled, and only two words came out.

"What do you mean by no?" He had used 120,000 points of patience to talk to her.

"...I didn't bring any medicines."

Tang Yu's eyebrows jumped, and he immediately had the urge to strangle her to death.

At that time, he watched her put the medicines in the box, and the medicines he usually carried with him were expired because they were rarely used, so...

He was too careless!

"Why didn't you bring medicine?" Tang Yu asked through gritted teeth.

Song Zhixing told the truth, "You are such a smart person... If... If I bring two bottles of medicine, you will definitely find out..."

Originally thought that he would be furious after saying this.

But...

After listening to her, Tang Yu was stunned for a long time, and then smiled.

That smile was desolate and full of irony.

"Song Zhixing, you are great!" He was laughing, but his smile made her shudder. "In order not to give birth to a child for me... You gambled with your life! Huh?"

"You don't care about your own life, you say..." Tang Yu's fingers hooked her sweaty hair, his movements were extremely gentle, but it was frightening, "You say, why do I still cherish your life so much? I should... I should watch you die, right?"

At the end of this, his voice was hoarse. The tone changed.

Such Tang Yu made her feel quite unfamiliar. Her eyes became blurred, and gradually, she couldn't even see Tang Yu's face clearly.

Finally, he heard Tang Yu's voice, "Song Zhixing, you won!"

Song Zhixing's eyelashes trembled, and a tear fell from her eyes.

She won...

Did she win?

But why was she more heartbroken at this moment than at any other time?

He said she won, what did she win?

In her mind, there was a mess, Song Zhixing finally closed her eyes heavily, unable to think of anything. But even if she fell asleep, the pain in her chest was still so clear.

Torturing her, lingering her.

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[There will be more updates later, and I am still writing them. Those who can’t wait can go to sleep. I was editing the manuscript for publication during the day, which delayed writing today’s update. 】