When Rong Ember came, the ward was empty, he was covered with the rain that had been smashed on his body from the window, the whole person was cold and dull, he looked around, and did not see the person he was trying to find.

was about to go out, but he heard the laughter of Song Wu chatting with people.

He stared at the expression on the woman's face faintly through the glass of the door, and the frost under his eyes deepened layer by layer.

Why is she so good at making small talk here?

As if sensing Rong Yan's too direct eyes, Song Wu moved his head, and there was a moment of surprise in his eyes, and then he reacted, and walked towards Rong Yan from the end of the corridor alone.

When the four eyes met, before the words of greeting were spoken, Song Wu's arm was pulled and he was instantly pulled into the ward.

Rong Yan's movements were brutal and rude, without taking into account Song Wu's physical state at all, the latter's brain was dizzy for a moment, and he held on to the wall for a long time to gasp for breath, and the ghost in front of him slowly disappeared.

But the sound of her fast heartbeat made her purse her lips, trying not to let herself lose her temper.

Song Wu raised his eyes and asked with difficulty, "Is something wrong?"

After Rong Ember pulled her into the hospital room, he didn't touch her for more than half a minute, as if she was stained with some filth, which made him sick.

Rong Yan silently threw the tape in front of Song Wu, who looked down at the disc on the ground and asked lightly, "Does it have anything to do with Yan Sui?"

Except for Yan Sui, Song Wu really couldn't think of anyone else who could make Rong Ember so violent and impermanent.

Yan Sui, Yan Sui, it seems that she has been in this whirlpool all her life and it is difficult to escape.

She covered her abdomen and gradually bent down, and after picking up the disc, she struggled to get up against the wall, she didn't directly stuff it into the instrument to play, but asked something unrelated, "Rong Yan, do you believe me?"

The last time I asked this sentence, it was in front of Yan Sui's grave, but she lied.

Rong Yan's voice was cold, and he stood in front of her secretively, his whole person was tall and big, and the shadow that fell down completely shrouded Song Wu.

"I only trust evidence. ”

Song Wu smiled in the shadows, and instead of raising her eyes to meet Rong Yan's eyes, she stuffed the disc into it by herself.

The content of the videotape starts playing automatically on the TV instantly.

She just stood and watched, there was no surprise in her eyes, and she was even more like a bystander, quietly watching the "she" in the video reach out and push Yan Sui into the location of the fire.

The video stopped abruptly, she didn't turn it off directly, but pressed the repeat button, and continued to watch the silent video quietly.

As if she was watching a classic, she watched it over and over again, and she never got tired of pressing the repeat button again and again, and she never got tired of it.

The atmosphere had already dropped to freezing, but the smile on Song Wu's lips never dissipated.

As if she had seen enough, she tilted her head, and the emotions in her eyes were difficult to discern, "I pushed it." ”

After a long time, Rong Yan's forbearant voice gradually rose, "Why?"

"Because I'm jealous of her, why can a disabled person be ...... Cough...... Woo......"

Rong Ember clamped Song Wu's neck with her palm, the woman's whole person was pressed against the white wall, her hair was gradually rubbed up during the convulsions, and it was pasted on the wall into a poignant painting, Song Wu's face turned red little by little, and at the moment before her consciousness disappeared, she said intermittently,

She ...... Can there be...... Depend on...... Why can't I......"

This sentence seemed to touch the most secret line in Rong Yan's heart, the strength in the man's hand did not decrease but increased, Song Wu felt the weakening of his heartbeat, but he did not beg for mercy to tears, but his lips and teeth rose.

The ember in front of her seemed to be blurred, and her hand with the infusion needle slipped off little by little......

"How can a person like you be jealous, you can only die for the sin you deserve, and die quietly. ”

When Rong Ember let go, the woman fell to the ground overwhelmed, the needle on the back of her hand was pulled out in the friction, and the blood flowed out finely, but she looked straight at the leather shoes in front of her unconsciously.

Ember left her breathing.

After a long time, she heard Rong Yan's words that seemed to be nothing, "But it's too easy for you to die like this......"

Slowly closing his eyes, Song Wu's heart spread little by little, his heart seemed to have been stabbed fiercely, and he let the knife stir his heart little by little, and the flesh and blood mixed with the blade condensed into a solid state.

The pain is a little bit on the verge of limiting.

Whether the video is real or not, she can't know better, and she can't know if it's been distorted or it's just like this.

However, is it useful, but if anyone will believe it, this gamble will not be left after all.

If you want to add sin, why should you do it?

She has been the sinner who died since the beginning, and from the beginning she has been slowly trying to make up for Rong Ember as much as possible, and her posture has been humble to the extreme from the beginning.

But all of this was exchanged for a sentence, "Song Wu, you are so disgusting." ”

It's just an extra stroke on the thousands of charges, just a drop of ink on the intricate canvas, and the picture in front of Song Wu's eyes gradually moistened, and she tasted the salty taste in her mouth.

She was indeed jealous of Yan Sui.

Jealous words can have one, so love her Rong Ash.

Slowly, consciousness faded...... The moment Song Wu closed her eyes, she dreamed that memories were floating towards her, and she could only be a bystander.

The rain outside the window is getting heavier and heavier, and it even hurts when it hits people, and the rain washes away the pickles of sin little by little, and the stench of incriminating evidence is washed away, but as everyone knows, those sincere hearts exposed to the sunny sky are also watered out little by little by the majestic rain.

That little bit of spark was poured thoroughly and cleanly.