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Ning Huanhuan was not sleeping soundly, so she started to break out in a cold sweat. Her body started to tremble as well, and she started babbling nonsense from time to time.

In the beginning, Han Mo Bei didn't hear what Ning Huan was saying clearly. However, he listened carefully later on.

Ning Huan said, "Don't shoot …" Please... Don't shoot. "

Han Mo Bei's heart suddenly tightened. It was as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart, causing him to be unable to even breathe.

Ning Huan suddenly shouted and sat up from the bed.

She seemed to be crying, but there was no sound, just a steady stream of tears running down the corners of her eyes.

Han Mo Bei reached out his hand to wipe away the tears on Ning Huan's face. Just as he did so, new tears gushed out. After a while, Han Mo Bei frowned and said, "You're not allowed to cry."

Ning Huan stopped crying, but her eyes lost focus. She stared into the distance with a dazed expression, as if she was immersed in another world.

Han Mo Bei knew that Ning Huan was experiencing visual hallucinations again. The so-called visual hallucinations, according to the psychiatrist's report, often stared at a certain place for a long time. She would see people who were unable to see people who didn't exist.

Psychiatrists said that visual hallucinations were usually a symptom that only psychotic people had, but that was also a symptom that occasionally happened to Ning Huan. That was to say, her subconscious mind was constantly avoiding reality, and she had sealed herself away.

Han Mo Bei tried to call out to Ning Huan, but Ning Huan heard him. She glanced at Han Mo Bei as if she was looking at a stranger she didn't recognize.

Han Mo Bei grabbed Ning Huan's hand and placed it on her stomach, "This is our child. You are his mother, so in your heart, you love him, right? No matter what, the child is innocent. "

Ning Huan's hands stiffened. After a long while, she murmured, "Child …"

Han Mo Bei nodded. "Yes, you have a child."

Ning Huan indifferently glanced at Han Mo Bei before getting off the bed. She walked to the window and leaned against the wall, barefooted as she walked on the soft carpet. Her entire body shrunk into a ball. No matter what Han Mo Bei said to her, she didn't respond. She kept her posture, as if she was in another world.

Han Mo Bei walked out of the room and leaned against the wall. A deep feeling of powerlessness assaulted him. He was even somewhat afraid that Ning Huan would never recover.

He went downstairs and called the maid over. "What were her initial symptoms?" he asked.

The maid replied, "Young Master, ever since you left that time, the young mistress has stopped acting like this. She has been eating and sleeping as usual, but she has been daydreaming longer and longer, sometimes sitting in a place for an entire day without moving or talking to anyone. In the past, although Young Mistress has a cold personality, she would still reply to us a few words and watch TV and read books when she is bored. But lately, besides eating and sleeping, the Young Madam had been immersed in her own world. It was as if she couldn't hear anyone talking to her. And she often stares at a place with a strange look, as if there's someone standing there. "

Every word was like a soft knife stabbing into his heart. He instructed, "Watch her at all times. If anything happens to her, none of you need to live."

The maid replied, "Yes."

"..."

After Han Mo Bei left, the maid walked up the stairs with the intention of guarding Ning Huan to prevent any accidents.

She pushed open the bedroom door, but didn't find Ning Huan. She went to the balcony again, but still didn't see Ning Huan. The maid panicked a little and shouted, "Young Madam?"

No one answered her, the maid then pushed open the bathroom door. There was still no Ning Huan inside, but just as the maid was about to go to another room to look for her, she suddenly saw a red liquid on the floor. She followed the liquid and found Ning Huan lying under the shower.

The maid turned pale with fright as she grabbed a towel beside her and placed it on Ning Huan's wrist. Then, she shouted, "Someone, come quickly! The young mistress has cut her wrist!"

With that, everyone in the villa was summoned. Their faces revealed expressions of fear. Who didn't know that Ning Huan was Han Mo Bei's favorite? If she died, then everyone in the villa would be buried with her.

The butler trembled as he took out his cell phone and called Han Mo Bei. He was so scared that cold sweat broke out on his forehead and he didn't even know what to say, "Young …" Young master, young madam, she … "

At this moment, Han Mo Bei was in the car as the driver prepared to drive over to the company. He frowned. "What happened to the young madam?"

"Young Madam, she …" Cut... Cut Wrist... From... "He committed suicide."

The phone was cut off in an instant. The butler saw that the call ended and his entire body collapsed onto the floor. A few timid maids asked, "What should we do now? The young master will kill us."

The butler shouted, "What are you all doing? Do you really not want to live anymore? Hurry up and call an ambulance!"

He rushed upstairs and saw Ning Huan lying in a pool of blood. His entire body collapsed, and in that instant, the world seemed to have stopped moving; he could not hear a sound, he could not see a thing, only a field of blood-red eyes.

He felt as if his heart had been tightly clenched by someone. A sharp knife had accurately stabbed into his heart. The deep pain spread through his bones, making his limbs and bones no longer belong to him.

His hands were trembling, and his eyes were so red that it seemed as if they were filled with blood. He asked in a shaky voice, "Huanhuan, you won't leave me, right? Are you playing with me?"

There was no reaction from Ning Huan, who was in his arms. Even her breathing seemed weak.

Han Mo Bei hugged Ning Huan and roared, "All of you, scram! Tell the driver to drive to the hospital! "

The car sped along the road. It was unknown how many red lights were passed. The traffic police originally wanted to chase them, but after seeing the license plate number, they did not dare to continue chasing.

In the car, Han Mo Bei held onto Ning Huan with one hand and held onto Ning Huan's bleeding wrist with the other.

He shouted at the driver, "Drive faster, if the young lady can't save you, you can't live anymore!"

The driver trembled in fear. He stepped on the throttle hard and raised the speed to the maximum.

When they arrived at the hospital, there was a doctor waiting for them. Ning Huan was quickly carried into the emergency room. As the red light in the emergency room lit up, Han Mo Bei was blocked outside the emergency room.

He leaned against the wall and sat down on the ground. His eyes that were bloodshot to the extreme were finally unable to bear it any longer, and he began to shed tears.