"After that incident, I became ill and hid in a corner for two years, unable to speak a word."
"My grandma spent almost all her wealth in order to cure my illness. In the end, she had no choice but to marry a rough American farmer!"
"This man, besides beating my grandma every day, he only knows how to drink."
"At that time, I repeatedly told myself in my heart that I must get better because I must see Luo Jieqin living in more pain than me."
"When my grandma's step-husband was alive, he treated me very badly. It can almost be said that he tried every possible means to find opportunities to beat me."
"I remember one time, I accidentally smashed his beer bottle."
"He couldn't help but pick up a stick and spank me until my butt was bruised. After a while, when he was full of wine, he thought of me again and said that my pants were stained with blood and looked disgusting, so he tore them off with all his strength."
"You know what? Once the blood dries, it sticks to the flesh and pants."
"Tear it off suddenly, and the skin and flesh will be torn off together. The pain is heartbreaking and unforgettable."
"But, even so, I don't hate him, because I gave all my life's emotions and my life's hatred to one person - Luo Jieqin."
Han Murphy paused, turned around, faced her, and walked over step by step, his eyes full of calmness and calmness, as if everything just happened was just someone else's story.
As soon as he got closer, the cold fragrance enveloped him.
She knew that this was the scent of ER (Davidoff - cold water).
This is a very famous perfume, but it doesn't smell as good on other men as it does on him.
Because there was a chill in his whole body, like a piece of thousand-year-old ice, which brought out the coldness and loneliness of cold water to the extreme.
Before, she never understood why.
Now, she understands, because he has long since given up on love, because the blood in his body has long been cold.
"You are so capable, how can you be in a daze at a time like this?" Han Feifei moved her face with force, forcing her to look into his eyes.
"I'm not in a daze, I'm just thinking about you. I suddenly feel that you are so pitiful. When a person's heart is dead and his blood is cold, does money, status, happiness and happiness mean anything to him?"
After saying that, she felt Han Murphy's body tremble slightly, but he quickly calmed down, as if nothing had happened, and said to her with a smile: "You're right, it's meaningless, it doesn't make any sense."