After the military marriage, the stupid beauty wants to run away from her husband

"No!" Zhang Yuwan sat up instantly, his chest heaving violently as he took deep breaths of air.

It’s a dream!!

In the dream, Song Changzhou was blown into pieces!

Right before her eyes, it was blown into a bloody mist.

There is no intact place on the body.

Zhang Yuwan opened her mouth, unable to make a sound, and tears instantly gushed out like a flood that had broken through a dam.

She returned to her home and lay on her bed. The air seemed to still be filled with Song Changzhou's scent.

But she felt herself being swallowed by darkness, and was enveloped by terror and loneliness.

She now seemed to have lost all her strength, and she looked as if she had lost her soul. She stared blankly without blinking. She pressed her hands tightly against her chest, which seemed to have a big hole in it.

"Xiao Wan, you're awake! Are you okay?" Mrs. Wu heard the noise and walked in worriedly. She saw Zhang Yuwan sitting on the bed in a daze, motionless, with tears constantly flowing from her eyes.

The person on the bed didn't respond to Mrs. Wu's words at all, and looked distraught.

Oh my God! What should I do? Mrs. Wu suddenly became at a loss, looking at the lifeless Zhang Yuwan, she couldn't bear it.

How are they going to live from now on? The couple had just gotten married not long ago when they heard such bad news.

Mrs. Wu panicked and grabbed her hand. Her nose felt sore and tears started to fall. "Xiao Wan, you have to hold on! You're still young and have a long way to go!"

Zhang Yuwan was indifferent to Mrs. Wu's words. He was like a walking corpse, lifeless.

Mrs. Wu looked at Zhang Yuwan's expression, hardened her heart, and thought about what words to use to stimulate her, carefully considering how to cheer her up.

"You can't fall down! Captain Song's memorial service still needs you to host it. You are the only one left in your Song family."

Zhang Yuwan thought of the ominous dream he had just had, and his heart was filled with sadness. He didn't know whether he was talking to Mrs. Wu or comforting himself. "Song Changzhou is not dead. He is so strong and it was very dangerous in Tang City. Isn't he okay?"

She looked at Mrs. Wu stubbornly, tears welling in her beautiful eyes. "They must be spreading fake news, right? They lied to me. I don't believe Song Changzhou will die!"

Zhang Yuwan grabbed Mrs. Wu's arm tightly, staring at her intently, like a drowning man grabbing a straw, wanting to get an accurate answer from Mrs. Wu.

Mrs. Wu couldn't stop worrying. This girl was going crazy. She didn't dare to provoke her anymore. "You have a point. Maybe the news is wrong. Captain Song is such a smart man. He has seen a lot of storms. I don't believe he will die!"

Mrs. Wu wiped her tears with her sleeve and asked cautiously, "Xiao Wan, you've slept for a whole day and night. Get up and eat something!"

Seeing that Zhang Yuwan didn't move, she had no choice but to support her and said, "If you don't eat well, Captain Song will be worried when he comes back. He...he used to love you so much!"

Zhang Yuwan sat on the bed and nodded obediently like a child. Yes! She wanted to eat, and she had to wait for Song Changzhou to come back!

"Okay, I want to eat! Sister Wu, will he come back if I eat well?"

Mrs. Wu sniffed and nodded at her, "You should take good care of yourself first! You can't let him see you like this."

Zhang Yuwan's brain seemed to have crashed, and her reaction was a little slow. She digested Mrs. Wu's words for a while before she smiled and said to her, "Then I'll go eat. I'll eat all the food!"

The two came downstairs, and Zhang Yuwan saw the meat porridge and fried side dishes made by Mrs. Wu on the table. She sat down and started to eat with big mouthfuls. She used to eat very politely, but now she eats so voraciously.

There were several times when she had difficulty swallowing and almost vomited. She closed her mouth tightly and waited for the uncomfortable feeling to ease before swallowing the food.

But after finishing the food on the table, she finally couldn't help but ran to the toilet and vomited all the food with a "wow~".

She vomited everything in her stomach until her nose was red and her eyes were filled with tears. She looked at Mrs. Wu and said, "Mrs. Wu, I'm sorry, I vomited everything I ate!"

Mrs. Wu calmed her down for a long time and said, "It's okay. You haven't eaten for a long time. You ate too hastily just now. I'll serve you another bowl. Let's eat slowly. Don't eat too fast."

Mrs. Wu served another bowl of porridge. This time, Zhang Yuwan blew on the warm porridge and ate it in small bites. After eating for a while, his stomach churned and felt a burning sensation. He hurried to the bathroom to vomit again.

This went on three or four times before Zhang Yuwan finished his meal.

She sat on the chair, looking extremely thin. She vomited several times due to excessive grief and looked a little old. If she had not been able to hold on for a breath, she would have collapsed at any time.

Mrs. Wu looked at her worriedly. It was good enough that she could eat. Her body could not withstand any more blows.

There was a knock on the door. Mrs. Wu hurried out and opened the door to see that it was Director Yuan, the wife of the political commissar.

Mrs. Wu led Director Yuan into the room and said to Zhang Yuwan, "Xiao Wan, look who's here to see you!"

Zhang Yuwan stared blankly at the newcomer, and after a while, he softly said, "Director Yuan."

"Hey, Xiao Zhang, please accept my condolences! I heard that you were sick, so I came to visit you on behalf of the organization." Director Yuan handed the gift to Mrs. Wu.

Looking at the emaciated Zhang Yuwan, he felt some pity in his eyes and patiently advised: "Xiao Song is a good comrade. His sacrifice for the country is our loss. We are all proud of him. Please take good care of yourself."

Zhang Yuwan said seriously: "Song Changzhou is not dead, he will definitely come back!"

Director Yuan looked at Mrs. Wu awkwardly, feeling that something was wrong with Zhang Yuwan, but he didn't know what to say. He sighed, took out a brown paper bag from his pocket, which contained a thick stack of money, and handed it to Zhang Yuwan.

"This is a token of appreciation from the soldiers. Please keep it. Do you have any difficulties right now? If you have any, please tell the organization and they will help you resolve them."

Zhang Yuwan pulled her hand back as if she had been burned, not even reaching for the paper bag. "I don't want this money, you take it! Song Changzhou can't take this money."

Director Yuan looked at Mrs. Wu helplessly and handed the money to her. "You keep it for her first."

Mrs. Wu also quickly waved her hand to refuse.

She didn't want to take the money. If she lost or got less, she wouldn't be able to explain herself. Besides, the reason why Zhang Yuwan was able to hold her breath was because she felt that Song Changzhou was not dead. If she took the pension, it would be bad if she got upset again.

"Director Yuan, please take it back first! When Xiao Zhang calms down, you can give it to her in person."

Director Yuan had no choice but to put the money away first. Looking at Zhang Yuwan, he could only say, "Xiao Wan, Xiao Song is gone. This house was allocated to military cadres. Now the army wants to take it back. If you have nowhere to live, I will help you find another house, but you have to move out."