At this time, Matsushita Reiko was already covered in scars. There were dozens of cuts in her school uniform, and faint blood stains dyed the gray school uniform red. Her hair was messier than before because of her constant struggle, and the corner of her mouth was bitten out by her.
Blood slowly dripped on the ground drop by drop.
Xian Yu didn't want to spend any more time with her, so he picked up the remaining roses and walked towards her. Now Matsushita Reiko's face was still white, clean and undamaged, but... this was done deliberately by Xian Yu. Appearance is the most important thing for a woman, so she wasn't
Maybe he would miss this good place to treat her.
"Do you hate me?" Her eyes were calm and without any ripples. Xianyu's stepmother once asked her this question back then. She didn't answer, but she said she didn't hate her. When will retribution happen?
Now, it's her turn to ask Matsushita Reiko, maybe... it will be a... different answer!
"Hate! I wish your whole family would die!" Matsushita Reiko suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with frightening coldness, "Bah, Takeshita Sianyu, you bitch, I will definitely kill you!"
The mouthful of spit mixed with blood left impartially on Xianyu's face. Xianyu sneered in her heart: It really is a different answer. If she doesn't hate it, only someone as stupid as her can do it, right?
"I'm waiting for you." Xianyu raised her arm to wipe away the bloody spit, her tone unchanged, "Until the day you are strong enough to defeat me!"
Xianyu raised her hands and moved them to Matsushita Reiko's head. She paused for a moment, looked at Matsushita Reiko's resentful eyes, curled her lips relentlessly, and suddenly let go. The thorny roses crossed Matsushita Reiko's fair face, scraping out long
There are bloodshot eyes, and you can even hear the sound of hard thorns scratching the skin. The blood is mixed with roses, and it is red...
"Renzu, that not gorgeous woman seems to have changed." Atobe watched the scene happening in front of him intently, Xianyu's cold and noble back, a long white dress rising in the wind, and the bright red roses on the ground.
On Xianyu's blood-covered hands, there are drops of blood. Yes, there is a kind of bloodthirsty beauty in all of this.
However, Atobu stared at Xianyu's hand that was still dripping blood, his pupils shrank instantly, and his chest felt tight, as if he had lost something important.
"I have discovered it a long time ago." Renzu leaned against a tree and looked up at the dense leaves. "It has become very clear... and the Xianyu I know is completely different."
