Qianye's heart slowly tightened, and her breathing seemed to be gradually tightened. Wu Zhou's words were like steel knives, piercing her already guilty heart... It was cold to the core and painful to the bones.
She didn't understand that she and Wu Zhou were already in love, but they wanted to hurt each other. It seemed like there was someone behind the scenes, insidiously watching them unable to make love, and maybe there was a horrifying purpose.
He made mistakes every step of the way, making mistakes again and again, and Wu Zhou could not tolerate these mistakes. Even if they were misunderstandings, he would not forgive them.
"Wu Zhou, I... ugh!!" Qianye suddenly covered his mouth and ran outside the house.
Until I turned the corner of the room, I spat out a mouthful of blood, my chest was burning with pain, my heart was beating so hard that I was about to collapse, I was dizzy, and there was a white light in front of me. The only five senses left were the sense of smell, and the strong smell of blood.
His legs were so weak that he had no strength at all. Chiba held on to the wall hard, but he still couldn't stop sliding to the ground.
"Sir..." Sui rushed over to help her up, "Sir, what's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong...? Oh, you're not dead, are you?" Qianye gasped hard and wiped the blood from the corner of her lips with her sleeves. She just took a step and staggered to lean on Sui. Suddenly she felt that she was actually dead.
She wants someone to lean on, not to argue with her, not to accuse her, not to blindly misunderstand or even... sting her.
"Sir, is it possible that he..."
"You should go take care of him yourself. What a nonsense." Qianye pushed Shi away and moved step by step while holding on to the wall, "Don't follow me. I don't have any explanation to give you. Your guesses are all correct.
, your guess is correct no matter what, just guess as you like, are you satisfied?"
"Sir, what do you mean by this? Are you...?" Shen still took a few steps forward, wanting to help Qianye.
Qianye suddenly waved his hand and shot a talisman in the air towards Chen, but it only pushed him ten steps away. "It's all literal meaning. If you don't understand, just guess it yourself. You can guess whatever you want. Don't follow me. I'm not going to do it now."
I feel very bad."
She was in a really bad mood. She had never been so bad in her life.
The heart-wrenching feeling she felt just now for Wu Zhou, the guilt that made her want to kill herself...should she be grateful to Wu Zhou? The pain that was suffocating her seemed to disappear in an instant just because of his few words.
For a moment, it seemed that nothing mattered. Whether he believed her or not, whether he loved her or not... No matter the people around him or the ghosts, no matter how he thought about her or how he blamed her... Who in this world still needs her?
It doesn't matter who you need...
She couldn't get what she wanted, so...why did everyone ask for it from her and accuse her of not doing well? Why did she have to explain it to them sincerely when they didn't believe her?
Why is it that Wu Zhou can be infinitely suspicious of her so-called sinister intentions, but she has to worry about whether he believes it or not even when she explains it.
Of course, all she wants is someone who can understand her. Why is it so difficult?
She didn't expect Wu Zhou to be able to see everything clearly, but why didn't he even give her a little breathing space?
Is it an accident of fate, fate, or... there is no reason for her and Wu Zhou to be tightly entangled in the first place?
Qianye leaned against the wall and slowly sat on the ground, looking at the green mountains and floating clouds in the distance.
Suddenly she smiled slightly. She liked his domineeringness, his arrogance, even his tendency to be angry, and his unreasonableness, but... were they all wrong?