a week ago......

"Hey, Miss Mo's things have been sent to the online trading platform, you can click to pay. ”

"Okay. ”

She hung up the phone, went into the room, turned on the computer, clicked on a link on the search engine, and an online store called Shadow appeared, she quickly clicked on the online store and opened her order.

She scoffed, and sure enough, it arrived. ”

She ordered to pay, and the savings of several years were gone, which is not a pity at all.

Because she finally got the answer she wanted.

"2 Paradise Road"

Just five words and 100,000 yuan are worth ......

Can a person's memory be tampered with by certain experiences?

It seemed like it had happened in a dream, ridiculous, pathetic, pitiful, hateful.

She didn't know if it was true, and in her heart she always thought that everything was a dream full of resentment.

She struggled, tugging at her body to wake herself up, but the dream was so real that she had already thought it was reality.

So, she had to use the fragmentation of her dream to find the flaw in it, which was like using a knife to poke only the heart, forcing herself to wake up.

She was too young to remember the details, except for the sound of her crying in a dark corner of the dark, dimly lit room, and the sound of drizzling rain outside the window.

All innocence finally ends at this moment.

She walked to the balcony, the wind was a little cool at night, she shivered from the cold, so she lit a cigarette and took a puff, the smoke passed through the mouth, trachea, reached the lungs, and fused with the alveoli, but she didn't like to exhale, as if she wanted to suffocate herself alive, but she still vomited out, the eyes were choked with red tendons, and she closed her eyes astringently, and then the tears flowed out, lubricating the eye sockets, but she could not lubricate the pain in her heart.

It's so hard to die. She is reluctant and will not go to end it early, she only thinks about torturing herself in order to feel that she is atoning for her sins.

She patted the soot on her body, and watched the remaining scattered firelight, which turned red and dimmed, and sprinkled aside, she was now like this ash, useless.

She took some sleeping pills and fell asleep in the dim light......

"Cigarette, give me one. ”

"You smoke?"

"Heh, haven't you ever seen a woman smoking?" Mo Xiaomi snatched the cigarette from Jian Song's hand, smoking very easily.

Others smoke to relieve stress, her Mo Xiaomi's smoking is self-harm, such a good cigarette, he himself is reluctant to smoke, but she ruined it in vain...... It's a shame.

"Can't you exhale?" Jian Chu looked at it like that, really looking for a pump.

Mo Mi slowly spit out white mist at this time, and the smoke was very decadent. This woman looks silly and sweet, what is there to worry about?

"Tell me, where are we going?" Jian Song wanted her to find a small hotel here, or go back to the Mojia community to recuperate.

"Let's spend the night in the little inn here. ”

Mo Mi had her own ideas, and she didn't think that revealing her scars to these two people who had only known each other for a few days.

Hua Ze, who followed all the way, always couldn't see through Mo Xiaomi's thoughts, and watched her enter the small hotel, so he lived next door in disguise.

In the room, Mo Mi looked at her more and more swollen legs, it was really painful, didn't she strain her ligaments and fix them with plaster, why was it swollen again?

She only understood when she saw the doctor's diagnosis, and Guan Zhiqian made her mistakenly think that she had injured a bone in order to keep her from running blindly.