Madam Dihao is not good

Sikong Zeye's eyes were dark, as if he had fallen into a painful black hole:

[Sikong Zeye, let me go, please let me go, you go, if you still have a little dignity, you go! 】

Deep in the memory, a piercing voice shouted.

[You don't have me in your heart? 】

[No more, when you designed me to deceive me for my concern, when you framed Mo Liuyuan... No matter how much love you have, you will eventually be tortured to death.We are not fit, not one world people.I don't love you anymore, Sikong Zeye, you heard me clearly, I won't love you from now on! 】[

Sikong Zeye frowned, grabbed his head violently, and a sharp pain exploded.

His ears seemed to be filled with the sound of loud brakes and crashes when a car accident collided...

The memory in the head sea is like countless broken pieces of glass floating, unable to form a specific shape.

However, only on that rainy night, the clip was as clear as yesterday.

He forgot everything, but he didn't forget the bewilderment of her heartbeat... So that kind of pain came from his bones completely.

He seemed to be in that rainy night again.

Standing at the door, he heard every sentence of Bai Yunshang that was sharper than a blade, stabbing at his most vulnerable vitals.

【I do not love you. 】

[Open the door, tell me right away, you don’t love me anymore, your happiness has nothing to do with me You say it, open the door, you have the guts to say it in front of my face, you say it]

【Sikong Zeye, you heard me clearly, I don't love you. 】

That night, Sikong Zeye dragged his heavy steps, walking like a wounded beast in a violent storm.

Every breath was long and slow, and no huge damage could knock him down, but Bai Yunshang easily killed him.