Shen Qianshu's words were like sour water hidden in her heart for seven years, she spit it out in one breath, she was on the edge of the cliff, but she was not afraid of anything, she said everything she wanted to say in her heart in one go.

Even if she died, she would be blinded.

He and her are like two parallel lines, and they should not intersect in this life.

Yeling looked at her deeply, and there was no anger or madness that Shen Qianshu expected, her scarlet eyes seemed to have been poured with cold water, and the mania slowly faded, and the blood became cold.

For the first time, he looked directly at Shen Qianshu's hatred.

It was also the first time I heard Shen Qianshu mention the lost child.

She never mentions it.

It's like...... It's her business, it's none of his business.

In the past seven years, she smiled and passed by, as if she was born with copper skin and iron bones, she couldn't break it, and it didn't hurt to fall, those despair and tears were sealed in her memory and refused to share it with anyone.

The innocent and cute little girl who was able to bend and stretch out inevitably grew into a strong, independent, and delicate person.

"Shen Qianshu, in the past seven years, is it better for you to die alone?"

At least, you have children's drawings.

And me.

Nothing!

Silence, like a moat, lies in the middle.

She and him stood at opposite ends of the world, separated by a long stream of grief.

He knew that she must be afraid.

Escaped without a trace.

It's not that he doesn't want to care, it's that he can't do anything.

She didn't know how many times he had passed through the abyss of death.

She didn't know how many times he had relied on the fantasy little princess to survive despair.

She didn't know how many injuries he had on his body, all of which were self-inflicted injuries.

Unbeknownst to her, he had cut his arteries and almost bled his own blood.

She didn't know how much he wanted to stand in front of her and listen to her call sir.

But......

He couldn't.

He worked hard for seven years, and to his despair, he couldn't do it.

With the sky, he has never lost.

but lost to another self.

Shen Qianshu, I can't do it, do you understand?

"Yeling, your illness is getting worse and worse. Shen Qianshu wiped away his tears, "Once you have an obsession, you will not recognize your six relatives, you ask me, I am afraid of you." ”

"I'm afraid. Shen Qianshu looked at him sadly, "You can't control your demons, but you ask me if I'm afraid, I'm afraid that one day I will die, and Tong Hua will become an orphan again." So, I won't provoke you, I'm with the mud, I hope you will retreat from the difficulty, don't look for any little princess on me, but you have to force me to tear this scar open, how ruthless you are. ”

Yeling, "Luther said, you gave birth to a daughter, so, in the past seven years, I have always thought that it was a little princess, and I have not denied the existence of the child, let alone forgotten." ”

Shen Qianshu sneered, you clearly read the little princess.

This explanation, to her ears, pales in comparison.

Yeling didn't want to say much.

"Shen Qianshu, what do you want?" Yeling looked at her with a sneer, "Death and life will never see each other again, I tell you, it's impossible, you died this heart as soon as possible." ”

Shen Qianshu was silent and did not refute.

Because, it was seven years later, Yeling appeared again before her thoughts.

Shen Qianshu touched her lower back, held the piece of glass, and pulled it out suddenly, the blood in one hand, such an action similar to self-harm, she didn't frown, Shen Qianshu's hand was bloody, holding the glass fragment with the length of the tail finger, and the other hand, holding Yeling's wrist, the back of his hand was also bloody, Yeling's eyes shrank, staring at her hand deadly.