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At the doorstep.

Luo Ma Wang Chunhong said angrily there: "You killed her, you don't pay for your life, don't you? Do you still want your life? You have ruined your face, don't you ruin your life again!" The mother calmed Wenjun with her words, yes, you want to take revenge unless you put your own life into it. She reverted to silence. She stood at the door with a look of anger: "You can stay at home in peace, don't go out." ”

Wenjun heard the sound of the iron door locking outside. My heart was pounding again.

"If I could, I wish there was a boy who could treat me like his heart, and he could empathize with me for all my pain, and how desperate I was, how much it hurt him. Wenjun said silently in her heart.

There was a smell of despair in the air. Wenjun felt a power flowing in her blood that she couldn't control. It's a precursor to hysteria, and people have it before they collapse. It comes from the deepest sorrow in the blood. Looking at himself in the mirror, he was extremely annoyed, and his fingertips rubbed against the hard scar like a needle pricked in his heart. This despair is unprecedented, and even if they give her medicine, what good will it be? She thought that it was more painful than death. I once heard the saying "A woman's disfigurement is more unacceptable than a man's bankruptcy", but now I have experienced it myself......

Wenjun's tears slowly slid down her cheeks, and she sat down on the cold tile floor, looking around with vacant eyes, and she was caught off guard by sneezing a few times before she realized that she was wearing too little.

In fact, when she got up, she found that her throat was dry and her throat was sore, and she estimated that she had a cold. Subconsciously looked at her body, she was still wearing a nightdress in this weather, no wonder.

"Ah, what a painful realization...... The phone rang highly, and Wenjun picked up the phone: "Hey?" "Is it Miss Luo Wenjun?" Your package has arrived, please come down and sign for it. ”

Wenjun inexplicably ran to get a package back, opened it and saw that it was a photo of Que Ze and his girlfriend, and he didn't have to think about it to know who sent it. Thinking of Tian Wanwan's words: "Que Ze has a girlfriend!", she couldn't help but smile, what does this have to do with her?

He was the boy she had a crush on when she first entered school, and his girlfriend was the girl she hated the most. What a complicated relationship... ...... Fortunately, she has been on leave for a while, otherwise it would be really embarrassing to meet, especially now that she has become like this. I couldn't help but pick up the mirror and smash it on the ground with a snap. Her heart is not ordinary cold.

Hot, weirdly hot, burning, endless burning. She knew that she was in a volcano, her heart was cold, but her body was burning. The only way to get rid of this pain was to reach out and pull out the dagger under the pillow. Well, that's the only way!

Ward 301.

Wenjun had an abnormal headache, I don't know how long it was burned last night, and I don't know how she got her hand to cut her pulse?

The door was gently pushed open, and Su Banshan smiled and walked in step by step: "How are you feeling today?" Su Banshan is a psychiatrist at this hospital. Soon after she woke up last night, this half-pickled old man named Su Banshan walked into her sight and dredged her for a moment. Of course, she didn't say a word. For a perfectionist, disfigurement is the same as death of the heart.

"Don't reject me, I'm here to help you. He continued to smile. "What can you help me with?" Wen Jun spoke for the first time. He walked to the window and pulled the curtains to the extreme, "Do you see this sunshine, this is hope, you are still so young, and you still have a good youth." Why are you so depressed?" the sun poured in unbridled and fell onto her bed like a rushing ocean. No, it's a sea of gold. The pure white sheets were dyed gold. But this gold is so dazzling... Wenjun closed her eyes.

He walked over and picked up the small mirror on her bed, Wenjun opened his eyes and looked at him blankly, he held it up and said, "Don't measure yourself by the mirror" and threw it straight into the trash. "I think you're pretty beautiful, and a little flaw can't affect you. ”

Wenjun was furious: "Why did you throw anything at me? Pity me?!" Su replied: "No, I just want to make you feel better, if you think that a mirror can determine your worth." She sneered. He didn't remind her that it was okay, she was still in a state of numbness. Once he awakened, the good youth was ruined before it began, and the fact that people who could not tolerate even a small mole had to endure the defects of leaving scars had to be awakened only felt more deeply painful.

His expression softened, trying to divert her attention: "Do you have any plans for the future?" "Do I still have a future?" Wenjun looked up and mocked herself. "Of course you are, you're still so young. "I felt hopeless. "What do you mean?" she stopped talking. Perhaps her despair had infected him, and he didn't know what to do to comfort him. Wenjun stared at the sheets, standing by the window with his hands in his trouser pockets. Have you ever heard of the saying that good fortune and good fortune lie in the middle of it? Blessing and misfortune are dependent on each other. You only see the disaster in front of you, and it may be a big surprise after the disaster. Disasters are temporary. She was gloomy: "But the scar on my face is forever." ”

Su Banshan is speechless. Wenjun hoped that he would deceive her at this time, and she said that you are not forever, but you can be cured. She would be happy to hear that. It's a pity that he didn't say a word. A gust of wind poured in, blowing her already messy hair even more, and she hadn't combed her hair in a month......

"Little girl, I will come to see you tomorrow, I hope you cheer up, the scar on your face is not terrible, what is terrible is the scar in your heart. If you're willing to give yourself a chance, I think I can help you out of this desperate situation. If you want to be happy, you must first learn to let go of yourself!" he walked out. Wen Jun subconsciously looked at his bandaged hand, and the already thin Ying Ying looked even more slender with the thick gauze wrap. I couldn't help but feel sorry for myself, as if life was in that Yingying hand.

At this time, Luo's mother had been standing outside the door for a long time, and as soon as she saw the doctor come out, she hurriedly greeted her. "It's okay, don't worry. Su Banshan said with a relaxed face to her who was full of anxiety. Luo's mother frowned: "Doctor Su, you must enlighten her well, she doesn't like to listen to what we say, and she didn't expect this child to think so much......" "No problem, don't worry." He comforted all the way along the way. They are all people of this age, and he understands the feelings of being a parent very well. It's just that he feels a little pressure in his heart, and he has never met a girl with a character like Luo Wenjun... ......