The smell of blood poured into Gu Xingchen's nose, and she smelled the scent of freedom.
The water in the bathtub was gradually dyed red by her blood, and her face became paler and paler, and her breath was barely audible.
A jar of blood-red water was reflected in her beautiful yet lifeless pupils. Gu Xingchen closed her eyes with a desperate smile.
After a few minutes, the phone outside the bathtub suddenly rang.
It was a familiar nursery rhyme that was set up by Gu Xingchen for her daughter Wanwan. The gentle children's song seemed to have become a lifesaver for Gu Xingchen, urging her to open her eyes.
Gu Xingchen felt that she was dying, but in her mind, a face that was crying out in fear flashed by. She called out to her, "Elder sister, elder sister!"
No, she couldn't die!
She hasn't heard Wanwan call her mother!
If she was dead, how can Wanwan live? Who was going to free Wanwan?
She really hadn't taken her medicine for so long that she put Wanwan behind her and wanted to leave the world alone!
Gu Xingchen was very regretful. She struggled to open her eyes, and reach out the bleeding hand to pick up the phone.
After receiving the call of Wanwan, Gu Xingchen had already gotten used to the silent but expectant girl on the phone. She lightly smiled and said, "Good night, sweetheart."
The little girl over there seemed to feel at ease and hung up the phone.
Then, with the powerful will to survive, she trembled to dial Xi Muye's number.
When she was about to die, the first man that flashed in her mind was him after all.
However, Xi Muye did not answer her call for help. Gu Xingchen's consciousness became more and more blurred. Her finger touched another number and dialed it out.
In less than three seconds, a warm voice rang in the quiet bathroom, "Hello, Gu Xingchen? I was just about to call you! What's the matter with you? It's been two months since you've been come to me for medicine, and you will get worse! Hello? Are you listening to me?"
Gu Xingchen's pale lips wriggled and said two words very lightly, "help...me."
Zhao Yixuan suddenly got tense, "Xingchen! Where are you? Tell me where are you?"
There was no sound at all from the phone. Zhao Yixuan thought about it and immediately turned the car around and drove to Gu Xingchen's residence.
Zhao Yixuan was Gu Xingchen's psychiatrist in recent years. Every month, Gu Xingchen would go to his psychological clinic to see him and get medicine. He had been traveling abroad for two months, but it was unexpected for him that Gu Xingchen did not take the initiative to take the medicine!
Gu Xingchen's depression was very severe. Otherwise, Zhao Yixuan wouldn't have requested Gu Xingchen to give him a key to her residence just in case something unexpected happened. He was only afraid that Gu Xingchen wouldn't be able to bear the pressure one day and pursued a suicide...
The more Zhao Yi Xuan thought about it, the more worried he became. He drove faster. In less than ten minutes, he arrived at Gu Xingchen's residence.
It was a very remote and ordinary place, a very cheap residential building. This was the small residence that man had given her. In that residence, Gu Xingchen was hidden and could not be seen.
Over the years, Gu Xingchen had changed her residence countless of times in order to avoid paparazzi as well as Mu Rouer!
Zhao Yixuan opened the door and searched the room all over. Finally, he saw the bathroom with the door open. Zhao Yixuan clearly saw that there was winding blood flowing out of the marble tile.