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Miao Yujia knelt down and looked at the slight folds between his brows. She stretched out her hand, but before she even touched his brows, he had already opened his eyes coldly.

I have never seen such a terrifying look.

It's obscure and hard to find, hard to distinguish and unpredictable.

Like biblical men descended into hell.

Miao Yujia froze for a moment, Chu Chu looked at him, with obsession in her eyes as comfort: "Wen Lu, don't be afraid, I will always be with you."

He looked at her in that posture. She squatted on the ground and looked up at him, her young, fresh and fragile life.

Wen Cenjiang laughed, and gently stroked her face with his long fingers, forcing the girl to raise her head. Her voice was unusually low and calm, like a continuous rainy day.

"Are you satisfied with what you see?"

Miao Yujia's eyes were filled with tears as her chin hurt from being pinched: "I didn't mean it, I just missed you so much. I didn't expect her to come here."

"It wasn't intentional." He repeated her words, his voice sending shivers down the spine.

Under the incandescent lamp of the hospital, those eyes were as dark as ink and ghostly.

"Wen Lu, admit it. She doesn't love you at all."

"If she really loves you, she won't always enjoy your love, she won't retreat as soon as something happens, and she won't not know you are sick until now!"

"Does she really love Wen Cenjiang? Or any Wen Cenjiang who treats her well."

His neck was suddenly pinched, suffocated, and in a desperate situation. He was submerged by the tide. Miao Yujia was speechless. Her face turned red because she couldn't breathe. She held his hand and looked at his expressionless face. He didn't struggle. The eyes are clear in black and white, and they are extremely religious.

"Your illness...your violence...do you dare to say a word to her?"

"Ahem - because she'll - feel sick."

Wen Cenjiang didn't dare.

Miao Yujia knew how much Wen Cen Jiang loved Xu Zhi. The more he loved, the more frightened he became. Sometimes I thought about it, it was really unfair. He did not dare to show any violence to Xu Zhi, but he inflicted it on her unscrupulously. But after thinking about it, in addition to the skyrocketing jealousy, there was also twisted pleasure.

"Are you afraid of death?" Wen Cenjiang asked, his tone became lingering and gentle, and her eyes seemed to be all about her, "Are you willing to die for me?" The knife cut the depth of the wrist, and the bathtub filled with water penetrated The blood on the floor that couldn't be wiped off over the years, and the huge mirror.

Wen Cenjiang still clearly remembers the scene on the day his mother died. He has also tried the feeling of death, but the scars on his wrists are really boring. Shu Xiangnan said that he should take good care of his illness, and maybe he should try to love someone. .

How to love.

I love her so much that I want her to die.

This is the love that Wen Cenjiang has burned into his bones.

Xu Zhi is an exception.

That was the first time Wen Cenjiang tried to love someone properly. He was a person, not a pet that could be raised and thrown away after death. In fact, he didn't know anything, so he gave her the best. .

Still failed.

really.

Shu Xiangnan is a liar.

He shouldn't have believed her at all.

"Wen Lu..." Miao Yujia's back trembled and she held his hand tightly in pain.

The veins on the back of the man's hands bulged out, full of darkness and sadistic desire. His eyebrows were still neatly dressed, and his lips were smiling, close to her ears.

"If you love me, you will die for me, otherwise..."

His voice was cold and snowy in the middle of winter, and he let go of his hand harshly: "Get out!"

"Cough! Cough cough——"

At that moment, Miao Yujia couldn't see anything that she cared about in his eyes.

She suddenly realized...