She quickly crawled next to him, "Han Jingnian?"
"Han Jingnian, are you okay?"
As she called out to him, she started to check his body. His chest was rising and falling heavily, his shirt, drenched in cold sweat, seed as if it had been soaked in water, so wet that it could be wrung out.
He was shivering intensely, muttering sothing, his voice low, but his tone was suddenly sharp, suddenly lancholy.
"Dad, dad... don’t leave ... I’m scared..."
"No, it’s not like that... they didn’t die because of ..."
"I’m sorry, dad, mom, elder brother, it was who hard you, it was who killed you..."
"That’s nonsense! You’re talking nonsense! I’m not a star of calamity! I didn’t bring bad luck to this family! No, not at all! None of this is my fault! It’s not because of !"
As Han Jingnian spoke, he seed on the verge of collapse, becoming intensely agitated.
After learning about Han Jingnian’s "Dark Syndro", Xia Wan’an had specifically looked it up online. This disease, precisely speaking, was a psychological disorder. Sufferers would experience hallucinations when in the dark for an extended period of ti. They would mistake their thoughts for reality, thinking even that soone wanted to kill them. Unable to bear this stress, they would self-harm or even succumb to death.
Although she didn’t know who had confined her and him here, she was certain of one thing. Their intention was for Han Jingnian to self-destruct in this dark space!
Seeing Han Jingnian becoming increasingly agitated, she subconsciously blurteds out: "Han Jingnian, you’re just dreaming, everything in your head right now is false, Han Jingnian..."
"You want to kill ! You want to kill !" Summoning strength from who knows where, Han Jingnian suddenly struck out, sending Xia Wan’an sprawling on the ground.
The pain made Xia Wan’an’s vision go black. When she regained her senses, just as she was about to get up from the ground, Han Jingnian suddenly pounced on her, his hand rcilessly moving towards her throat: "It’s you, you want to kill , it’s you, it’s you..."
His grip was strong, constricting Xia Wan’an’s throat painfully, cutting off her ability to breathe.
She clearly felt the oxygen in her lungs growing scarcer, and she beca increasingly distressed. In the end, she could feel her limbs losing strength.
If Han Jingnian carried on like this, he would literally strangle her to death...
Xia Wan’an struggled desperately, but how could she resist the strength of a man? The intense suffocation made her eyes a bit blurry. Just when she thought she was about to pass out from Han Jingnian’s choking, he suddenly let go of her throat.
Xia Wan’an, who had just had a close brush with death, instinctively recoiled.
Only after she had put so distance between herself and Han Jingnian did she close her eyes and start to breathe heavily.
The feeling of escaping death left Xia Wan’an in extre panic.
Not far away, Han Jingnian was more agitated than before, like he was on the verge of losing his sanity: "No, it was not my fault that dad... Dad, please don’t die, dad... Dad, please don’t leave ..."
Listening to Han Jingnian’s howls, Xia Wan’an felt a chill run down her spine. An instinctive fear erupted in her heart, urging her to run away from Han Jingnian, to hide as far away as possible.
How could she not be afraid? She had just narrowly escaped being strangled to death by him, how could she not be terrified?
But even though she was terrified, the man before her was Han Jingnian!
The Han Jingnian she had secretly been in love with for the last eight years!
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