Lin Buran's fingertips began to tremble, because she knew that she was this girl's substitute!
In the photo, the girl is holding his mother's arm affectionately. She is obviously very fond of his mother. The photo must have been taken by Zhang Han, and this girl is his favorite.
Because she was 70% similar to this girl, she was attracted by Zhang Han. When the support agreement failed, he designed a series of things to push her into hell.
At this moment, there was a "click", and the door of the shower room suddenly opened, and Zhang Han took a cold shower and came out.
"What are you doing..." Zhang Han's words stopped abruptly because he saw Lin Buran holding his photo in his hand.
His face turned cold, he stepped forward and snatched the photo from Lin Buran's hand, "Who told you to touch my things, Lin Buran, are you looking for death?"
Zhang Han got angry. He roared ferociously and raised his hand to slap Lin Buran in the face.
Lin Buran didn't avoid her. Not only did he not avoid her, he bravely faced his slap, "Hit her. It's not like you haven't been slapped before."
He had slapped her in the face during the year he imprisoned her. He was very dark and cruel at heart, quite terrifying.
Lin Buran has a quiet and beautiful temperament. Her mother's early death made her sensible earlier. She is very filial and knows how to take care of her younger brother. Her love of design makes her full of fantasies, hopes and expectations for the world.
She is clean, warm and pure at heart, and she is a completely different person from Zhang Han.
She might have been afraid of Zhang Han before, but now, she is not afraid at all.
People who have died once, what else are they afraid of?
There is no harder time in life than cutting one's wrists to commit suicide, and she has survived it.
Seeing her as stubborn as a little animal, Zhang Han's hand froze in mid-air, unable to fan her anymore.
"You're not going to fight? If you're not going to fight, then I'll go to sleep. I'm very sleepy." Lin Buran got up on his own, lifted the quilt and lay down.
Turning sideways, curled up beside the bed.
Zhang Han was really angry and almost laughed out of anger. He found that she was getting bolder and bolder.
Putting the photo back into his wallet, Zhang Han lifted the quilt and lay beside her, "Turn over and sleep in my arms."
Lin Buran did not move, but sneered, "She also likes to sleep in your arms?"
Zhang Han's handsome eyebrows suddenly sank, and the atmosphere became tense again.
"No wonder you like me wearing white skirts so much and always let me wear them. At first I thought you had a fetish for white skirts, but now I know it's the white moonlight that makes your heart ache whenever you touch it."
Zhang Han's expression was very bad, his thin lips moved, and he suddenly smiled and said, "What, are you jealous?"
Jealous?
Lin Buran just felt that he was very pathetic and pitiful, and even the knife to cut his wrist was ridiculous.
She was just a shadow, a burial object, a souvenir of the beautiful past between him and that girl.
Ah.
It's so not worth it.
At this moment, all the holes in Lin Buran's heart have turned into the hardest armor. She has a strength. She wants to protect her brother. She wants to leave here. She will never allow anyone to trample and humiliate her.
.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Zhang Han stretched out his arm, turned her around, and hugged her into his arms, "She is no longer here, so don't mention her again in the future. You should be glad that I can't forget her, because I love her so much."
If she is unforgettable, she will treat you well. Ranran, you are lucky to be like her."
She was not allowed to touch or even mention the white moonlight in his heart.
She was obviously buried with her, but she still had to be grateful. Zhang Han was really an expert in brainwashing.
Lin Buran said nothing.
Zhang Han thought she was obedient, lowered his head and kissed Lin Buran's red lips.
Lin Buran wanted to struggle, but Zhang Han tightened his grip around her waist, "Don't move, okay?"
Lin Buran stopped moving. She closed her eyes and thought she had been bitten by a dog again.
It's hard for her to survive now, so she shouldn't be pretentious about it.
Zhang Han hadn't touched her for a long, long time. The girl's body was always as addictive as a poppy. He deepened the kiss.
At first, Lin Buran was still suffering silently. When she found that his fingers were on the buttons of her clothes and he was already unbuttoning her buttons, she immediately stopped him, "Master Zhang, are you so horny?
I just had an operation and this is still a ward, how many days can I wait?"
Zhang Han turned over and pressed her under him. His eyes were filled with lust. He kept pointing his fingers. He probably thought her buttons were in the way, so he popped two of them open. "What are you calling me?"
I know I can't kill you."
"..." Lin Buran tried hard to close her eyes to prevent him from seeing the killing intent in her eyes.
She has always been his plaything, a tool for him to vent his desires.
At this time Zhang Han held her little hand.
Lin Buran knew immediately what he wanted to do, and she shook him off hard, not wanting to serve him.
"Good boy, please let me know that I won't look for you in the next few days, otherwise, I will miss you every night." He covered her ear and said obscene words.
How many days will he not come?
Lin Buran gave up her struggle. If this could buy her a few days of freedom, she would.
…
Zhang Han didn't lie to her, he really didn't come in the next few days, and Lin Buran gained a short period of freedom and purity.
When Lin Mo opened the door to the ward, she saw Lin Buran sitting on a chair in front of the window. She opened the curtains and pushed open the window. She was bathed in the golden sunlight and greedily breathed in the fresh air outside.
, and, holding a pen in her hand, she wrote quickly on a piece of white paper.
"Oh my god!" Wu Zeyu was really shocked, "Ah Mo, what happened to sister Bu Ran? Why does it seem like she has been reborn?"
Lin Mo stood by the door. In the past few years, my sister had closed herself in a dark and humid small room and did not want to go out. This was the first time that her sister opened her heart and walked out.
Lin Buran really stepped out.
Lin Mo looked at his sister. Now he could see the shadow of her four or five years ago. She was pure, clean, warm and beautiful, but she was not the same sister as before, because...she seemed to have an indestructible power in her body.
If it is not broken or established, the eyes will become clearer because of the many tears, and the heart will become gentler because of the weather.
Lin Mo suddenly felt that his sister no longer needed his protection.
Lin Mo walked over and looked at his sister's painting. With just one glance, he was amazed and shocked.
Lin Buran drew a butterfly. This butterfly had no colorful wings and was all black. It was trapped by a net. The dense net bound it and imprisoned it.
But this butterfly did not give up. It worked hard and desperately, spreading its wings, breaking free from the shackles, and embracing the sun.
This painting directly touches the soul and makes people's eyes wet.
"Ah Mo, are you here? I remember that the Aiga design competition is about to start. I should still have time to participate."