When We Met, the Rain Was Cool

The wedding bed, strewn with roses, saw Jane Eyre in her pure white wedding dress sitting alone until dawn. She sighed and stood up weakly. Indeed, happiness could not be forced, and she was too naive.

At that moment, the door was suddenly slammed open, and Edward Rochester, reeking of alcohol, stumbled in. Jane frowned slightly and hurried to help him: "Edward, take off your coat first, Ill draw you a bath."

Edward did not want to hear what she was saying at all and pulled her roughly: "What, cant wait, can you?"

"No... Edward, dont be like this, listen to my explanation..." Jane tried hard to explain something. But Edward looked at her disdainfully: "Isnt this what you wanted? You and John Reed conspired, forcing me to change the bride, wasnt it for this moment? You should be satisfied now!"

"Seeing your face makes me sick!"

Jane, who had not yet recovered from the removal of a kidney, was in so much pain from his treatment that she almost fainted.

"Young master, its not good, Miss Ingram has been admitted to the ICU, the doctor has issued a critical notice, you go and have a look." An anxious knock came from the door.

Edward immediately opened the door and left, always calm, he rarely panicked, fearing that he would not see Blanche Ingram a second later.

Jane, dressed in her tattered wedding dress, watched his back as he left without hesitation, feeling a sour taste in her heart.

She was still too silly, thinking that by playing the villain, he would not have to be caught between her and his mother.

She didnt expect that he would be so disgusted with her, not even willing to listen to half a sentence of explanation.

Her mother was right, she was overreaching, and a sparrow falling in love with a phoenix was destined to be shattered.

The pain on the left side of her waist was twitching, and there was a missing kidney, the price she paid to be able to love him openly and aboveboard.

Since that day, for three days, Edward had not come back, and she had been lying in bed for three days.

No one in the big house cared about her life or death, perhaps they would be happier if she died.

In a daze, the door was violently slammed open, and Edwards face was full of anger, he fiercely pulled off his own tie and threw it on the ground.

Then he grabbed her up: "Jane Eyre, since you have the courage to let the Reed family pressure me, you must have the ability to bear all of this! Do you think you can get away with pretending to be dead?!"

No matter how Edward treated her, Janes eyes were always closed, and there was no response.

At this time, Helen Burns, who had been eavesdropping outside the door, finally couldnt bear it and pushed the door in with a stiff head: "Young master, the hospital has called again."

Helen looked at Jane lying on the ground, who seemed to have no breath, and her heart was like being cut by a dull knife, and she was in pain.

This is her own daughter, she cant watch her die.

Edward heard the words, looked at Jane lying on the ground, took a deep breath, grabbed his suit coat, and almost fled.

In a daze, Jane, who was in a coma, seemed to see the black and white impermanence with a smile towards her with a chain.

A day later.

Jane woke up faintly, and the cold of the room came to her face.

The familiar new room, the big red character on the wall is laughing at her sadness.

The pain on the left side of the waist is numb, and a slight movement draws out the pain that sucks the heart and bones, and she can only lie on the edge of the bed in a mess.

"Water... Water..." She tried to stretch out her arm, and the water cup was right at her fingertips, but she couldnt get it.

Just like her marriage with Edward, its a breath away, but its a long way.

"Edward, I want to see our new room." Blanche Ingram leaned on Edward in a soft and boneless manner, raised her thin face with a sense of beauty, and her eyes were full of tears.

Edward looked at the door with the character, his brows were deep, and there was a touch of complexity in his eyes, but in the end, he was defeated by Blanche Ingrams tears.

The door was pushed open, and Jane was startled. She tried her best to get the water cup and slipped from her fingers, and the water was spilled all over the floor.

Blanches hand trembled and pointed to Jane on the bed, her body swayed, almost unable to stand firm, and a tear fell down: "She... she, how can she live here? Edward, this is our new room, the bed I chose carefully, I..."

As she said, her body softened and collapsed in Edwards arms, but her eyes were like a poisoned arrow shot at Jane.

Edward glared at Jane, his voice was gentle, and his hand gently stroked Blanches back: "Blanche, dont get excited, this room has been dirtied by her, we dont want it, we change one."

"Jane Eyre, you have got the position of Mrs. Rochester, give me my new room back, give it back to me..." Blanche cried and hugged Edwards waist tightly.

Looking at the two people who were tightly hugged, Jane seemed to hear the sound of her heart breaking.

Look, this is what you want to get, she seemed to hear the ruthless taunt of fate to her.

Struggling to get up from the bed, regardless of the wound tearing and bleeding, she looked at the hypocritical Blanche with hatred and gritted her teeth: "I wont leave! I am Edward Rochesters legitimate wife, and everyone in the deep city knows it. The one who should leave is you, Blanche Ingram."

Blanche Ingram, she had clearly promised that as long as she donated a kidney to her, she would fulfill her and Edward.

She is now not counting, and she is designing to let Edward misunderstand her and Lu Wenbo.

Her despicable approach is too despicable, so she must not show weakness, she must defend her love and marriage!

"You..." Blanche pointed at her, and tears rolled down: "Edward, look at her... how domineering she is..."

Some words are half covered and half covered, which can stimulate Edwards hatred for Jane more.

Seeing Janes unrepented appearance, Edward confirmed his view, "Come on, drag her out!" He gave a cold command and comforted Blanche in his arms.

The servants quickly came forward and pulled Jane out.

"I am Mrs. Rochester, who dares to?!" Jane hugged the door tightly, and her fingernails were broken and did not let go.

The three words "Mrs. Rochester" angered Edward, and he personally came forward and dragged Jane out.

Deaf to her pleading and wailing, turning a blind eye to the blood on the ground.

Until she was thrown into the heavy rain outside the door, like a bag of disgusting garbage, he clapped his hands and said, "No one is allowed to open the door for her!"