Jura stood on the second floor of the castle, looking out the window at the delicate roses, and her heart was full of melancholy.

The picture of Leng Chenxuan kept coming to mind, she put her hands around her chest and hugged herself tightly, not allowing herself to hesitate for a moment.

"Jura, are you worth it?" said Balk, standing behind Jura, staring at the cold and unforgiving woman in front of him.

There was a trace of sympathy for that man in his eyes, and the feeling of five years of waiting, gaining and losing, was heart-wrenching.

In five years, Jura has changed from an ignorant girl to a clever woman.

Her ruthlessness is not something that ordinary people can bear.

Zhula's crimson cherry lips moved, her hand stroked her short hair, and slowly spoke: "There is nothing worth it or not, only things that are needed or not......"

After a pause, Jura's eyebrows tightened, she looked at the scenery outside the window, and sighed slightly: "I gave him back the pain he gave me, and from now on, we don't owe each other!"

Jura thought that she would be happy after avenging the revenge in her heart, but the emptiness in her heart made her find that she was getting more and more painful.

She couldn't sleep all night, and strands of hair fell out.

Stroking her hair, she turned to look at Balke, who looked like her brother behind her: "I heard that Mark has a new play recently looking for a heroine, and my brother doesn't know if he can help me lead the needle?"

Balk looked at the inevitable look in Jura's eyes, and her heart was determined, she knew that no matter what method she used, Jura would definitely get the heroine's play, and instead of letting her go out by herself, it was better to help her and let her remember her kindness.

"You can recuperate at home for a few days, and wait for my news!" Baerk finished his promise, and quietly turned and walked out of the room.

The room was silent and only the sound of his own breathing was heard, Zhu stretched his hand and touched the curtains that had accompanied him for five years, remembering all the things before, and the resentment in his heart was like termites gnawing at his body.

It's been five years, and her memory is like yesterday, she will always remember that year, when she was sober, she was at a loss, she was in pain after plastic surgery, she was bandaged all over her body, and she looked desperate and grief-stricken.

Zhu stretched his hand and touched his cheek, his hands quietly touched the marks of the scar, and his eyes were full of hatred: "Leng Chenxuan, this is what you owe me, I don't need to feel sorry......"

All the emotions converged, Jura held her head, curled up, and squatted on the ground, she fell to the ground.

The terrible images kept coming to mind, the dark sky, the salty waters, the silent despair......

"Ahh

Balk ran into the room from outside, reaching out to grab Jura's head and leaning against his chest.

He gently comforted the woman trembling in his arms, patted his back, and comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, don't think about those things, take a deep breath, come, take a deep breath with me......"

Balk saw the woman in his arms, his tense body slowly relaxed, and he gently patted her back, already comforting.

The woman in her arms finally stopped moving, Balk lifted Jura's face, forced her to look at herself, and said coldly: "Don't think about it before, Dr. Pitt said, your brain has been stimulated, and the sea has been blistering for too long, and the blood stains have entered the head, you can't be excited, if you are excited, it will cause headaches, why don't you listen?"

Jura pushed away the body of the man in front of her and said in a deep voice: "You think you can forget if you want to? Don't you want to think that those pictures have been engraved in my mind, and they have tormented me so much that I can't extricate myself!"

Jura's sad and indignant expression made Balk speechless for a while, and he didn't know how to comfort the woman in front of him, so he could only stare at her constant madness.

After a long time, Jura regained her previous radiant expression, and her eyes were cold.

Seeing this, Balk's tense nerves relaxed a lot, and he patted Jura on the shoulder as a sign of comfort.

After a moment of silence, Jura calmed down, and she reached out to fix her messy hair, her eyes returning to their usual coldness.

She slowly got up from the ground, crossed her hands around her chest, and looked out the window at the bright roses in the garden.

……

Leng Chenxuan's consciousness gradually sobered up, he touched the towel on his forehead, and reached out to pull it down.

Thirsty, he opened his eyes and looked around, only to see that the clothes on his body had been changed into dry clothes.

He licked his chapped lips, got up, smelled the fragrant porridge in the kitchen on the tip of his nose, and Leng Chenxuan touched his belly.

"Are you awake?" Seeing that Leng Chenxuan finally woke up, Lu Xue's hanging heart finally relaxed.

She beckoned Leng Chenxuan to the restaurant, and she brought a bowl of porridge and put it in front of him.

Leng Chenxuan stirred the porridge with a spoon, took a small sip, and saw that it tasted good, so he drank the whole bowl of porridge.

"What's so fragrant?" Lin Han stood in the hallway, changed his shoes, and walked straight to Leng Chenxuan's side.

"Porridge!" Taking Leng Chenxuan's bowl, Lu Xue went to the kitchen and served him another bowl.

Lu Xue handed the porridge to Leng Chenxuan, stretched out her hand and pushed it.

She turned her head to look at Lin Han, and seeing Lin Han's infatuated appearance, Lu Xue slowly spoke: "I cooked a lot, do you want a bowl?"

Lin Han nodded, and when Lu Xue saw this, he walked to the kitchen and put a bowl in front of him.

After eating the porridge, Leng Chenxuan stood up, he glanced at Lu Xue: "There is news from Zhula to inform me, and, thank you for the porridge!"

Seeing Leng Chenxuan's beard and haggard face, Lu Xue nodded silently: "If she contacts me, I will definitely call you......"

Leng Chenxuan slowly walked out of Lu Xue's house, decadent and tired, occupying all of Leng Chenxuan's hearts.

He drove to the hotel where Jura was staying, and he looked at the house number: 1314.

For a lifetime, what an ironic word.

This is where they met, and where they parted.

Leng Chenxuan opened the door and walked in, there was still the breath of Jura inside.

That familiar smell, wafting through the air, smelling that familiar smell.

Leng Chenxuan angrily smashed all the things that belonged to Zhula, he wanted to wear out those smells, he wanted to destroy those smells, he wanted to ......

His hand was cut by the shards of glass, and the blood slowly rolled down his fingertips and fell to the ground, forming a dark red picture.

Looking at the little crimson picture, Leng Chenxuan angrily wiped it out with his hands, and there was no trace of warmth in his mouth: "Jura, why do you have to torture me...... Why leave...... Why ......"

Leng Chenxuan's angry voice came from the room, and every corner of the room was filled with the passion of him and Jura.

All of them are satirizing his wishful thinking and his deep affection.

Decadently sitting on the ground, Leng Chenxuan looked ahead without any focus in his eyes.

Hands on laps, heads on the head of the bed, grief, heartbreak, all emotions overlapped.

He took out his phone and ordered a bottle of whiskey, which he aimed at and gulped.

The stimulation of alcohol made him forget his heartache in an instant, and now only alcohol can make him forget all his troubles.

He intoxicated himself, he didn't let himself sober, and as soon as he sobered up, all those painful emotions would come back, and he didn't want to......