Shaking the wheelchair, slowly walked into the bathroom,

The white mist spread out in all directions, and the small bathroom was full of warmth, but she could no longer feel the warmth, those warm white smoke, for her, were like a cold frost, which surrounded her heavily, and the cold was biting to the bone, and the coldness penetrated to the bottom of her heart.

Late autumn climbed into the bathtub very calmly, relaxed his body like a dead silence, slowly took out the cold and shining blade, and cut his wrist fiercely!

Blood splattered like bright red flowers, dyeing the white patient gown on Late Autumn's body into pieces of tragic but poignant and beautiful patterns.

The corners of the pale lips hooked a wooden smile, it turned out that this is the feeling before death, there is no fear, only calm and numbness, it turns out that death can really bring people relief!

Slowly discarded the blade, then reached out, little by little, and finally touched the button of the shower, she smiled, slowly turned it on, and in an instant, the gushing hot water droplets hit her all over the body!

That way, the blood won't clot!

She slowly closed her eyes and let the blood snaked down her wrists!

When the marble floor is soaked in her blood, her life will come to an end, and she will finally be able to find peace of mind!

In the darkness of vertigo, she saw herself two weeks ago, standing in front of the huge glass window of Qin Fengyan's office, looking at the traffic as small as ants under her feet with great excitement

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"Brother Fengyan, do you remember what day tomorrow is......" She was looking forward to it, but she was also scared.

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"Tomorrow, your birthday!" replied very coldly, as if he didn't think there was anything special about this day.

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"You remember!" she was pleasantly surprised, just because the other party remembered!

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"What's wrong?" he said in a slightly impatient tone, and his whole mind was on the papers.

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"I booked a restaurant and we celebrated together. ”

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"Okay, but I'm going to work overtime tomorrow, maybe later!" replied casually, keeping his eyes on his computer.

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The French restaurant on her birthday night was romantic and quiet, and she was the only one waiting quietly on the long red cloth table.

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Finally, twelve o'clock passed, and he appeared, with a full body of exhaustion: "Sorry, there is a temporary meeting today, and some plans must be introduced before tomorrow morning, I am in a hurry, or missed your birthday." ”

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"It's okay!" she smiled, it really didn't matter, as long as he had this heart, knew that she was waiting for him, and was willing to rush to work for her, she was satisfied: "Birthdays can be celebrated every year, work is important, you haven't eaten yet, the snails here are good!"

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"Well, I've been working until now, I'm really hungry!" he looked at her apologetically, "What about you?

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"I've eaten it a long time ago...", actually, no, but she didn't want him to feel guilty.

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"I can't make up for my birthday, but I can make up for my meal, I'm free tomorrow night, you can choose another restaurant, it's my compensation!"

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"Really?" her eyes lit up, as long as she could eat alone with him, it didn't matter if it was his birthday or not.

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Looking at her simple happy smile, his expression actually carried a hint of doting: "What do you say?"

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"There's a famous Japanese restaurant near our school, why don't you go there tomorrow!" she couldn't wait to start planning, immersed in the long-awaited happiness, completely oblivious to the intricate and deep calculations behind his spoiling.

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She didn't get to eat at that restaurant after all, and she was kidnapped before she could enter the restaurant......

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The sound of the water became softer and softer, and the blood-stained water flowed from the wrist to the ground drop by drop, and the marble floor was slowly dyed dark red, and the consciousness of late autumn became more and more blurred......

Before her consciousness could disappear completely, a violent slamming of the door was heard......

"Late Autumn!"

"Late Autumn!"

I dimly heard someone calling her, but because the other party's voice was too hoarse, she couldn't tell who the person who called her was.

"Don't die! Do you hear it? I don't want you to die! Do you hear it! Doctor! Doctor!" The voice of fear and despair that filled the late autumn deeply grasped the consciousness that was gradually dispersing.

Why can't she die? That dirty, shameful, and contemptuous He Wanqiu no longer has the face to live in this world, and death has become her best destination.

"It doesn't matter what you become, live, please, live for me, late autumn!" It was still the same voice, with a low sorrow, hazy and hazy, calling her frantically.

"I can't live without you, I can't! Late autumn! Please, live, live!"

Who is it in the end, the voice is hoarse as if a rusty spatula is colliding!

"I love you! I know you've been waiting for me to say this, I love you, I really love you! I don't care what you become, I just want you to live, do you hear?

Is he crying? Is it because she's going to die?

"Live!"

"Please, live!"

Don't be noisy, why is this person so noisy, so how can she go on the road with peace of mind!