Wealthy child bride: divorced 101 times

A trace of regret flashed in Tang Yunsheng's eyes, and he said: "When I put on your coat during the day, I saw... do those wounds on your back still hurt?"

Su Qianqian's face turned pale and blue, her lips trembled slightly, almost unable to speak: "Brother Tang, stop talking..."

She thought those nightmares could be forgotten, but at this moment, she realized that none of the things she had experienced could be forgotten.

Those pains and despair cannot be eliminated, only when they are completely rotted and scabbed can they be intact.

But how long does it take?

The traces on her body at that moment are the nightmare that she will never forget in her eternity.

"That's not a wound..." She lowered her eyes and whispered, "That's not a wound..."

She turned paler, covered her face with her hands, and sobbed softly: "Brother Tang, I'm dirty, will you not want me?"

Tang Yunsheng's heart trembled, he stretched out his hand to hug him, and said in a low voice, "What are you talking about? How could I not want you?"

Su Qianqian buried her face in his chest, she was so thin that only a handful of bones remained, and her whole body was so thin that she could collapse if she exerted too much force.

She has nowhere to go in this world after all.

If the only Tang Yunsheng also abandons her, what else will she have left?

"What you saw yesterday wasn't a scar." She restrained her emotions and said sullenly, "It's a tattoo."

"Tattoo?"

"Yeah." Su Qianqian raised her head and smiled reluctantly, with tears in her eyes, she said softly, "He wrote it on my back with his own hands. He told me that in this life, don't expect to be able to wash it off..."

She pursed her lips, and finally couldn't even smirk because of it. She asked in a low voice, "How can it be impossible to wash it off with such advanced modern technology, right?"

"Well, it can be washed off."

She finally smiled sincerely at him: "I believe in you."

In this world, he is the only person she trusts.

Looking at her smiling face, Tang Yunsheng really couldn't ask what happened to her and Lance.

Why did that person, who would rather the headquarters be attacked than let anyone go, when they found him, instead of running away, he went to find her?

In the past month, what happened?

Countless questions hovered in his mouth, but seeing her haggard appearance, he couldn't ask any of them.

"You have a good rest, you can go back tomorrow." At the end, Tang Yunsheng tucked the corner of the quilt for her, stood up and said to her.

She smiled and nodded.

The man is out.

Su Qianqian got out of the bed.

She tied her hair with a rope and took off her shirt.

On the dressing mirror not far away, the enchanting red tattoo on her back was clearly printed.

It was a crimson manjusawa, with lifelike roots and veins, and the imprint of claws and claws was on the woman's fair and flawless back, falling from the shoulders to the waist, almost spreading across the entire back.

The contrast between red and white highlights the enchanting beauty of the petals, and the blooming scene can almost make people smell the strange and beautiful fragrance.

The petals stretched out, faintly forming four words—lnce.

Su Qianqian turned her head to look at the vague words, gritted her teeth, and threw the water glass beside the bed!

"Crash."

The mirror shattered in an instant, into countless pieces, each of which reflected her pale and crazy expression.