I don't know if it's when people are sad, God has to pour a basin of cold water.

An Shijin walked out of the gate, and a drizzle began to fall in the sky.

An Shijin straightened his back step by step and slowly walked out of the alley.

This bluestone road that has been walked with Chu Shi'an countless times, An Shijin noticed for the first time that it was so uneven, and she almost broke her foot several times.

There was still silence behind her, no one chasing her, no one holding her.

When people are extremely sad and sad, they probably don't cry, and An Shijin feels that he can't cry a little.

Her eyes were empty and helpless, her steps staggered, the dim street lamp tilted on her, the dim light did not have a trace of temperature, and even with coldness, it penetrated her heart and lungs.

Everything is probably my own self-inflicted sentimentality, and all self-righteous understanding and understanding are just my own wishful thinking reverie.

An Shijin raised the corners of her lips in embarrassment, and for the first time in her life, she tried the taste of being abandoned and feeling sorry for herself.

Chu Shi'an's innocence and arrogance have always been in her opinion, and they are self-protection armor formed after being injured, which is used to isolate other people's injuries and cold eyes.

An Shijin believes that as long as she loves Chu Shi'an as much as she always loves and warms her, sooner or later one day she will melt her, and she will voluntarily take off her cold armor and treat her honestly with a fiery heart.

It's just that she never thought that behind Chu Shi'an's armor, maybe it wasn't what she thought, it was a fragile and fiery heart.

Maybe it's another layer of armor that's colder, with sharp thorns.

Perhaps what people like most in this world is to imagine the inner world of others according to their own reverie.

Wishful thinking, harming others and oneself.

The dull pain with numbness churned the fragile heart and shattered the piece of flesh.

An Shijin thought she was chic for half her life, except for those relatives who didn't love her, she had everything, fame and money, the only thing she lacked was a lover who she really loved.

Proud, she met Chu Shi'an, who was also proud and noble, and the fatal sense of loneliness and mystery on Chu Shi'an's body attracted her deeply almost at the first sight.

An Shi thought that he had found his own home, of course, this was just self-righteousness.

Wang Yi's appearance made her a little angry at most, but Chu Shi'an's performance made her completely chilled.

How to see a person thoroughly, sometimes it only takes a small thing to do.

At this moment, An Shijin seemed to have forgotten as if he had automatically lost his memory, and the indifferent Chu Shi'an sometimes looked at her with gentle gaze and obsessive intimacy.

Even though it was late at night, the city was still brightly lit, and through the silent alleys, the bright and crowded streets in front of them made An Shi at a loss.

She was alone in the rain, shuttling through the crowd with umbrellas, so strange, so eye-catching.

An Shijin is sometimes like a child, although she usually shows such maturity and confidence, but when she is sad and sad, she still wants to cry, she wants to hug herself alone, and comfort herself softly and gently.

But she found that she didn't seem to find someone to accompany her desperate and sad self at this time.

It was the first time she felt so lonely in this lively city.

An Shijin walked alone on the street aimlessly for a long time, until her legs and feet were cold and began to hurt to the bone, she lowered her head, and found that when she went out, she was not wearing shoes, her pale feet stepped on the cold and rough ground, and the soles of her feet were already red and began to ooze blood.

I guess I stepped on a sharp stone or a broken glass somewhere.

An Shijin just glanced down and continued to walk forward.

People who came and went curiously and with surprise watched a beautiful woman walking away step by step with her bare feet drenched in the rain, like a shabby and soulless beautiful doll.

"Miss Chu, I'm worried about Xiao Yi, I'll go find her." Wang Yi stood behind Chu Shi'an and hesitated for a while, then spoke worriedly.

Chu Shi'an turned his back to her and stood quietly by the window, not saying a word.

"I'm sorry Miss Chu, I'm sorry to bother you, thank you for taking care of Xiaoyi these days, I... I went to her. Wang Yi waited for a while, but didn't see Chu Shi'an speak, so he left.

Hurriedly walked out of the door and closed the door by the way.

Silence returned to the room, a dead silence.

Chu Shi'an's face was pale and terrifying, she stared blankly at the half-open iron gate in the courtyard through the window, and looked at Wang Yi's figure leaving in a hurry.

It was a long time before she woke up, shuddered, and walked quickly upstairs.

In a hurry, she almost fell down the stairs several times.

Pushing open the bedroom door fiercely, Chu Shi'an rushed to the bathroom without stopping.

Chu Shi'an's face was reflected in the transparent and smooth glass, the fair and delicate face, and the slightly dilated pupils carried the coldness and emptiness that made people feel scared when they saw it.

The dark eyes were dyed with violent blood red little by little, Chu Shi'an looked at himself in the mirror, gritted his teeth tightly and spoke slowly.

"You come out."

Chu Shi'an's voice trembled and echoed in the bathroom in horror, and she looked at herself in the mirror and talked to herself.

"You come out, why don't you come out, I know you're here, I've always known it." Chu Shi'an grabbed the edge of the sink tightly with both hands, and his white and slender fingertips were blue and white because they were too hard.

It's just that in the mirror, his pale face is distorted and terrifying, with anger and anger, and his blood-stained eyes are so dangerous and terrifying.

"I don't want to be like her." Chu Shi'an looked at her terrible self in the mirror, suddenly hugged her head in pain, cold tears slipped from her empty eyes, she was like a stage actor who had entered the play, looking at herself in the mirror, as if she was talking to another self reflected in it.

"I don't want to hurt her, you know." Chu Shi'an was like a madman, sweeping the things on the sink to the ground.

In the mirror, he was still violent and ruthless, Chu Shi'an looked at himself resentfully, and smashed his face in the mirror with a hard punch.

The loud sound of the glass breaking made the little hair ball hiding behind the bedroom door tremble, and it meowed and curled up, staring at Chu Shi'an who was going crazy in the bathroom with its eyes widened in horror.

Bright red blood snaked from the back of his hand, sliding down the lines of bone and flesh, and Chu Shi'an's hand was soon stained red by oozing blood.

"You come out, you tell me, you won't hurt her." Chu Shi'an staggered helplessly two steps and leaned against the bathroom wall, she looked painfully at the countless pale and terrible faces reflected in the broken glass.

"Isn't it only when I'm dead that you won't hurt anyone." Chu Shi'an slipped slowly, she sat weakly on the cold floor, she looked at herself in the mirror, and opened her mouth coldly, like a world-weary madman.