Madam Dihao is not good

I am weak……"

The rain outside suddenly became heavier.

The rain kept hitting the glass windows, as if thousands of little hands were beating the glass.

Xia Xin'er was already crying. She tried her best to restrain her tears, but she couldn't stop her tears.

Why did she meet Su Shijie?She used to be a girl as pure as white paper, although she was cowardly and soft... [

She said that she is different from ordinary girls and cannot afford to play love games.

But Su Shijie still pulled her into his life and let her sink into the abyss of eternal doom!

Once, she thought meeting Su Shijie was the greatest happiness in her life.

Now that she suddenly came to her senses, she realized that this was the biggest nightmare of her life!

If she hadn't foreseen Su Shijie, maybe she would meet an ordinary man, maybe that man loved her, maybe, there wouldn't be so many pains and irreparable injuries.

She wished she could turn back time and return to her former self...the pure and beautiful years...

Xia Xin'er shed tears, her voice choked up, and she said regretfully:

"Jealousy is really scary, terrible... like a devil, following me every day, chasing me..."

"I want to drive it away, as long as I have my own happiness, I can drive it away...Why, even victory is not my happiness..."

"I kept telling myself that it was you who betrayed me, it was your fault... I trusted you so much, but you... took away my happiness again, so I did nothing wrong..."

"Is it true that I'm too selfish and too bad, so...God will take away my right to happiness?"

"If one day, Yiyi grows up and knows that I...have done such a thing...will she hate me, will she look down on me..."

Xia Xin'er didn't look back, she didn't have the face to look back at Xia Nai'er.

What she didn't know was that at the place where her back was facing, Chanel had already burst into tears.

She bit her lips tightly, and wanted to speak several times, but couldn't make a sound. She wanted to comfort her sister, but she couldn't speak a thousand words, and she didn't know where to start.

In the end, she could only reach out and hug her sister, burying her face on her equally thin shoulders.

"Nai'er, do you hate me?" My sister asked in a hoarse voice after a long time to calm down.

Chanel shook her head.She doesn't hate, she hates herself even more.

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