President Hunting Love is too fierce

She couldn't control her behavior at all, she just couldn't stand it.

Whether she opened her eyes or closed her eyes, the whole mind was filled with endless flames, and the tongues of flames kept engulfing her parents, as if they would never be destroyed.

It kept burning in her mind.

At first she was still able to control herself, just holding her head and trying hard to drive away the image.

However, gradually her mental strength became weaker and weaker, and she couldn't stop thinking about it, and she couldn't restrain the madness that was driven mad. [

She just wanted to smash things hard and use violence to divert that kind of attention.

She couldn't control her emotions, but vaguely knew that she would hurt others by doing so.

So the more smashed, the more painful it is.

The whole person is in a state of extreme despair, floating and sinking consciousness.

This is too painful to bear.

She would rather end everything, anyway, she had lost everything, her family was dead, and her adoptive father was also dead.

She was the only one left, who had lived so hard for so long, but was never happy and could not see any hope.

Living like this is worse than dying, and you don't have to suffer from this kind of mental torture.

"Please, leave me alone, just give up on me, I can't take it anymore." Ye Chuqing moaned in a low voice, shedding tears unconsciously.

The mental torture that makes life worse than death is more painful than being stabbed a few times in the body.

Yes, death is just a momentary thing, but living will be painful forever.

She took a breath, and couldn't help but pick up the sharp porcelain in her hand, and cut off her wrist fiercely.

However, a figure rushed towards him like a gust of wind, and before the sharp piece touched his wrist, he was held tightly by his wrist.

"Let go of me, I want to die, why don't you let me die." She was in extreme pain.

Seeing Mo Fengya tightly gripping her hand, she felt angry from the bottom of her heart, she grabbed the tile and slashed at his hand that was holding her.

"Let go, do you hear me?" She yelled at him with red eyes.

The back of Mo Fengya's hand was immediately dripping with blood, but he still pressed her other hand tightly, with firm eyes.

He couldn't let her hurt her own hand.

"Hold on, you'll hurt yourself." [

"Don't let it go, don't think I dare not." Her tearful eyes were full of hatred.

"Don't let it go."

Mo Fengya looked at the black pain under her crazy eyes in pain, and wanted to smooth the darkness in her eyes with his hands, but he couldn't do anything.

"I know you're suffering, and if it makes you vent your pain, I don't care."

Ye Chuqing stared at him fiercely, her hand trembled, and then ruthlessly scratched down on the back of his hand.

"Will you let it go?"

"Don't let it go."

Ye Chuqing was crying like crazy, she almost bit her lip, and scratched down the tile she was holding.

Streams of blood came out from the back of his hand.