The night breeze was blowing, and a thin figure walked aimlessly on the empty road. After coming out of the banquet, Bei Ling has been walking like this, she has been walking like this, she doesn't know where she is going, and she doesn't know where she can go, so she can only walk numbly. The night was so dark, the wind was so cold, and it had sounded more than once or twice alone, just like that wandering night, the boundless darkness swept over her, but the only difference was her state of mind.

The little girl many years ago would be scared and cry, but now, the girl who has grown up will never cry again, even if she suffers more, how tired she is, how many grievances she has, how much she is unwilling to wander alone, but that girl never cries again, she has grown up, she has really grown up, but she doesn't like the feeling of growing up at all, because being really big seems to mean losing happiness, is that so? Bei Ling didn't know if other people's lives were like this, but her life was always like this, no matter how hard she struggled, she still couldn't escape the darkness that imprisoned her.

The night was so dark, the streets were so empty, she suddenly felt that her existence was really as small as dust, so small that she couldn't find a sense of existence, there were so many people in this world, how much meaning did her existence have?

Her feet have been blistered, and she hurts, but she still can't reach one ten-thousandth of her heart, she doesn't know why she is distressed, why it hurts so much, is it because Zhuo Yan is completely disgusted with herself or because she is not valued and not loved, or because she ridiculously thinks that she once had a grandfather who loved her the most, and all this is just her delusion? Suddenly, she heard a burst of laughter and laughter gradually approaching her, Bei Ling looked up a little dazedly, but saw a couple holding hands on the opposite road walking in her direction.

This is a couple who seem to be a little young, the man is sunny and handsome, the woman is pure and beautiful, the two are talking and laughing side by side, in this dark and cold night, what a beautiful picture, even Bei Ling can't help but stop and look at it. If she can, Bei Ling doesn't want to be rich and rich, she just wants this life to be plain, and it is enough to have a family affection, a love, and a friendship, but God just won't give her such a chance, she is destined to be abandoned from birth, even if she finally musters up the courage to do something, it will eventually end because of a lie.

The infinite heartache of the past was projected in her mind one by one, and Bei Ling found that her life and death were so blank, and her more than twenty years of time were all spent in the dark days of the walking dead, it turned out that her life was so meaningless. Watching the little couple get closer and closer to her, Bei Ling's vision was a little blurred, she looked at the boy's face, but his face gradually changed into Zhuo Yan's, Zhuo Yan was walking towards her... Bei Ling's heart was happy and was about to run over and pounce into his arms, but his feet just moved but suddenly stopped, yes, he is no longer the original him, and she is not the original her, he has someone else by his side, there is a person who is better than himself, and he is nothing.

The purple light flashed in the sky, and indirectly there was a rumbling thunder, and the huge sound was like the wrath of God, which made people shiver fiercely. Without any buffer time, a torrential downpour followed, and the rain curtain instantly enveloped everything. The turbulent raindrops fell on their bodies fiercely, cold and icy, and the little couple had already snuggled up and ran out of the rain curtain with their coats on, leaving Bei Ling motionless.

It's cold.

The pouring rain was accompanied by a biting cold wind, and Beiling's delicate figure stood in it, as fragile as a sapling swaying on a cliff, and her vulnerable appearance seemed to be lost under the banter of the torrential rain in the next second. The petite body trembled in the rain, her pale lips were bitten tightly by her teeth, her long eyelashes trembled like the injured wings of a butterfly under her closed eyes, and suddenly, her breathing became more and more rapid, and her little white face was full of pain.

The pain of drilling the heart spreads from the heart to the limbs, and gradually brings a little numb and itchy feeling, this feeling is familiar to Bei Ling, but it is also what Bei Ling is afraid of, she is afraid of the feeling of being wriggled and eaten by ten thousand insects, this feeling is not only a torture for people's psychological endurance, but also an extreme harm to human health. If she could, Bei Ling would rather have a gunshot wound in herself, or any other injury, even if it hurt, she could bear it, but only this, she really couldn't bear it, and she had never tried to get out of the control of the drug, otherwise she would not have been restrained until now.

"Ahh

The great pain was about to consume her nerves, Bei Ling's roar in the rain, the terrible sound of breaking the sound made the heavens couldn't help but feel distressed, those slanting tears rain is not the best proof? A steady stream of tears overflowed from her eyes, not from Bei Ling's will, but from the instinct of her body when she endured great pain. Suddenly, she ran up, and ran like madness on the road, in the pouring rain, and ran desperately. She let out a cry of pain and ran wildly, as if such a catharsis would make her feel better.

So she ran, she didn't want to run, as long as it made her ignore the pain in her body for a while, so what was it? She even wished that she was so exhausted that she wouldn't have to endure the pain. Finally, I don't know how long she ran, Bei Ling finally couldn't support it anymore, her knees weakened, and she knelt on the rough ground and was covered in blood, and the broken rib was hit again, and the severe pain made her lose the strength to stand.

She wanted to stand up, so even if she looked like she was in tatters, she still had to hold on, even if the final result was to fall harder again and again. She never cared about her life or death, but she couldn't allow herself to die in such a place, so she had to crawl away from here even if she climbed, because this was the street where Copperfield and Belling first met, and she recognized it, she recognized the street lamp, the lamp that was engraved by her when she was a child. It's really ironic to think about it, she was also wandering here many years ago, dying, and now she has once again reenacted the picture of the past, but her fate this time is a thousand times worse than the last time.

She knew that she had no medicine to continue her life, and no medicine to stop bleeding, so it was impossible for her to survive tonight, but could she not die here, could she not die here, she could die anywhere, but she could not accept it here, because this was the beginning of all her tragedies, the beginning of all lies, and in the end, how miserable would she be to return to this place, what kind of mocking feeling was that?

After a few coughs, Bei Ling first spat out a few mouthfuls of bright red to some abnormal blood, and then spit out a pool of thick liquid that was about to turn black to ink, and her lips were covered with those black and sad liquids for a while, which contrasted sharply with her pale complexion.

Looking at the liquid on the ground that was so black that she couldn't tell that it was blood, Bei Ling was in a trance, but she knew very well that her situation was that it was the time for the poison of the flame to erupt... She has been forced to take the Flame Flame for a full twenty years, and the toxin has long been ingrained in her body, and it has already been completely fused with her blood, she knows that even if there is really anyone in this world who can create an antidote, it is impossible to save her, because she was injected with the pure concentration of Flame Flame, so there is no cure at all, so if she wants to live, she cannot count on the antidote, and can only rely on the Flame Flame to relieve the pain, but now, she will not have the Flame Flame, because that kind of thing is only in Zhuo Jinan's hands, and the reason why he does this is actually to contain himself, if one day he wants to get out of his control, death is her end.

If it is a flame flame with a low purity, it can be bought on the black market, but what Bei Ling needs is a ten percent pure flame flame, otherwise it will not work on her, so her fate is doomed, from the time she fell into Zhuo Jinan's hands from the time she was injected with the flame for the first time, her ultimate fate has been doomed.

How sad, this is her life, a short life...

Bei Ling lay flat on the road, her eyes glazed, let the relentless rain wash away, it was very dark, it was very dark, the toxin finally devoured her nerves and her consciousness, and finally only endless pain remained. She cried out heartbreakingly, pulling her hair tightly with both hands and rolling on the road, she was in pain, it hurt, it hurt.

There was a blank in her mind, but it made a certain thought clearer, she wanted the flame, she wanted the flame! As long as she had the flame, she would not be in pain. Such a crazy obsession is like a silk thread, and she is the puppet person controlled by the silk line, she can only do things by instinct, and now there is only one instruction given to her in her mind, that is, to find Zhuo Jinan, as long as she finds Zhuo Jinan, there will be flames, as long as she is injected with flames, she will not be in pain.