"I'm pregnant. ”

Kang Ruoran said that Liu Nian was walking to the door, carrying a garbage bag in his hand.

"When you come back, you must push the window open first. He calculated as he went.

"What?" Liu Nian suddenly reacted, stood still, and turned his back to Kang Ruoran.

However, it was very difficult for her to say the same thing again, Kang Ruoran did not look away, and after a while, she heard the footsteps of Liu Nian walking away, and heard him open the door of the bathroom, the door fold seemed to be short of oil, and made a creaking sound, she hated that sound.

Kang Ruoran pushed away the quilt covering herself, feeling that she was going to decay with the world, if she had to fall, she would have to go to hell, she would definitely pull up Liu Nian and Chen Mofei.

She gasped and felt like a witch was living in her body. No, she's a witch herself. That mask of kindness and weakness was worn for a long time, but in the end it failed to make the two become one. She sighed and found that her mouth was full of rancid taste.

The bathroom door was pulled open again, and she turned her head to see Liunian, who seemed to have lost weight, his eye sockets were deep, and his beard had not been shaved for a long time. Did he accuse her of appearing to him like this, accusing her of making him so unbearable, or telling her how unhappy he was to be here with her?

Hum!

Kang Ruoran wanted to sneer, but his ears didn't catch any sound.

You will.

She thought viciously.

Even if you don't want to, you have to be there for me.

Do whatever it takes to drag him to your side, even if it's to watch him wither.

Kang Ruoran unconsciously smiled on his lips.

Too much to pay, right?

She heard another self in her body talking to her.

Maybe!

She was somewhat dazed. The fate of all the items in her life is secretly marked with a price, this one, she doesn't know if she has bet on the right treasure, whether she has opened the most expensive price to buy the most unworthy item.

A woman may be shrewd in everything, but she can never be in proportion when it comes to feelings. If the relationship is clear about how good it should be, there will be a lot less sad people in this world. Because I know that some feelings are unattainable and can never be consumed, because I know that some feelings are not worthy of me at all, I will not go to great lengths to degrade myself.

However, no. When women are the most inexperienced and the least able to bargain, they will encounter love, and they will think that love is the most outrageous and undesirable luxury in the world. Some women will spend their lives bidding for a love that does not necessarily have results. However, they do not despise themselves for it.

Love is not asking about the outcome.

Self is nothing in the face of love.

Race, age, family background, education, cognition, and even gender are not issues and cannot be obstacles. In fact, you can add one more ---- that is, it doesn't matter if you love me or not.

Some people declare that love is a one's.

However, the doomsday carnival is the end of the road.

No one has explored how unreasonable and confusing this logic is, and people may finally realize how stupid they are. No one wants to admit that they are stupid, and until later, the women who lost so much still don't want to admit that they are stupid, and they will say: I met a scumbag.

Scumbags need soil to take root and sprout, and they are soil.

Does she love the passing years?

Kang Ruoran thought.

Doesn't loving him just want him to be good, to look at him well, to see him happy?

If that's the standard, then she doesn't love him.

Kang Ruoran thought coldly.

Treachery.

When she thought of the word, her stomach churned again, but there really seemed to be nothing but hatred in her stomach. But she didn't want to vomit that hatred out yet, she had nothing but hatred.

"What did you just say?" asked Liunian as he walked over.

Kang Ruoran turned his head weakly, standing at the head of the bed, the thin shadow obscured the light, and the backlight looked like he didn't have much of a moving corridor.

Like and love but can't, in the end will become unwilling.

"I'm pregnant. Kang Ruoran's voice seemed to be dreaming, and she smiled pale at him after speaking.

Liu Nian stared at Kang Ruoran's face for a long time, she had an angelic face, and he once thought she was really an angel. Who turned her into the devil?

Is it really yourself?

He's a bit messy, and he can't grasp it clearly.

No, he won't put on his head, it's not about shirking responsibility. Because that was the result that Kang Ruoran wanted, he couldn't let her take the sheep by the hand, even if he didn't hate her, he couldn't.

If you are weak enough to be led, restrained, and influenced by such a woman, then this woman will really be ruined by herself in this life. Only when people know that they are really powerless against the other party will they try to reconcile with themselves, and it is possible to really let themselves go.

He didn't want Kang Ruoran to sink into the mud.

Yes, Kang Ruoran is already an adult, and she should be responsible for all her actions, thoughts, and consciousness. He who should be responsible for all this should not and will never be his passing years.

Thinking of this, he hardened his heart.

"What are you going to do?" he heard his voice untouched, a little cold, and he believed that this was not the answer Kang Ruoran wanted. She may anticipate sadness, anger, self-blame, and guilt in her mind.

However, Kang Ruoran's eyes searched for a long time on Liu Nian's face, but she didn't find any answer she wanted.

There is not the slightest clue!

What a ruthless man he is!

Kang Ruoran thought, ten white and slender fingers on his lower abdomen.

"It's all your fault!"

She gritted her teeth and attacked viciously.

She wanted to tear his face, to see his true expression hidden beneath that cheek, she wanted to see him cry out in pain. However, why not?

It shouldn't be without!

She felt that fate was not in her hands, she didn't seem to be able to grasp anything, she couldn't grasp anything, something was leaking from her body little by little, she tried to grasp it, but found that the other party was too cunning, and there was no even a trace.

Kang Ruoran was a little desperate, but she still wanted to die.

"It's all because of you!" she tugged at her throat, the thin skin on her neck almost torn apart, her vocal cords resonating with the air in her throat, and she heard her own voice as terrible as a curse. She also heard the fear in her body, and was stretching out her furry claws, showing her hideous and fierce fangs, which were terrifying, and she trembled instinctively, but in the next second, she forced herself to composure.

She doesn't remember how long ago she had seen a sentence: Fear is not scary, it is scary to let others see that you are afraid.

But how do you hide your fear? But no one told her. She had to try to learn to be brave on her own, if bravery could ever be learned.

Flowing Nian ignored her screams, which made her anger seem futile. It's like painstakingly rehearsing a big play without an audience. Fortunately, no one has applauded yet, and sometimes human beings can only encourage themselves or hypnotize themselves. There doesn't seem to be a better way to do that.

Kang Ruoran sighed, then turned over. Finally, she found a slightly comfortable position on the bed, closed her eyes, she felt that she was so thin that only eyelashes were left under her eyelids, the cold air passed through her skin, she felt a chill in her bones and blood vessels, and she shivered sincerely and eagerly when she transmitted the sensation to her brain.

She had a fever.

Fleeting time.

She pursed her lips, but she realized that she couldn't hear herself.

Does hatred weaken her? Or is it an unknown child in her belly? But strangely, that doesn't really hurt me.

I can't have this child.

When she fell into a dream, she heard one Kang Ruoran persuading another.

"Why not?" said the other, dismissive of the little life that was being born in her belly. Anything can be used as a bargaining chip, can be used as a transaction, why can't children?

No, no, no, that's too cruel, no matter who it is?

Are you cruel to yourself?

The girl smiled contemptuously.

I don't care.

The fate I care about has never been given to me. So I don't care.

The body of hatred can breed new hatred until they grow into a legion of hatred, and I will destroy with hatred.

But to whom will be destroyed?

The girl in the dream had a gloomy look in her eyes, she was a little overwhelmed, like a real girl, there was a white expanse in front of her, there seemed to be light, but she felt that her feet were always moving towards the darkness. It made her feel sad, but her feet didn't listen, and she couldn't tell her to stop, and she walked and walked until the soles of her feet were all white bubbles with blood and pus, and it hurt so much, she thought, that she should stop and rest.

But his feet are like a perpetual motion machine, refusing to stop, refusing to stop.

She thought sadly.

Kang Ruoran opened her eyes, her eyes were hollow, the walls were large gray and white, the sunlight stung her eyes, she had to carefully squint them even tighter, leaving only a small gap, so that she could see the world more clearly.

That's nice!

She thought.

Then she found that the house was empty, and there was no passing year. Where did he go? Shouldn't he stay and take care of her? Why did he leave?

Why?

Why?

The fire of anger drove her out of bed, and the skin on the soles of her feet touched the cold floor of the room. She shrank her feet, and stepped on them again, oh no, it was better to wear a pair of slippers, and her feet found her shoes, and then she put them in with ease.

Shoes would take her through the room, the only thing shoes could do with her feet, but they couldn't stop her from crying or grieving, and they couldn't make her smell the familiar smell of the passing years.

She has long since lost her years.

Wayward girls don't admit loss easily.

It's going to put her in pain, doesn't she know?

The shoes only know that she stubbornly let her feet find, measure, and do those things that ---- one after another without any practical meaning.