She lost her father, lost her home, and lost her qualification to be surnamed Tian.

She used an innocent posture to selfishly regard herself as a victim, watching her father be pushed into the abyss little by little.

She hates her hesitation and selfishness, but she hates Shangrong the most!

She hates Shangrong, always hurts herself in the name of love, always in the name of love, and involves herself everywhere.

She hated Shang Rong, in the name of love, set traps one after another, left her father's life in that cold prison forever, and hated him for letting her father carry the hat of a strong female prisoner until he died.

The mobile phone in her pocket rang for a long, long time, but Tian Yuan didn't have the slightest intention of answering, she stood on the edge of the top floor of the Economic and Trade Building, looking at the city, and followed the time in an orderly manner, this city is the most cruel, it never stops for anyone to pay attention to a second.

It only takes one step, one step forward, and she can end all this pain and end her life.

Not afraid, she is not afraid at all, on the contrary, there is a kind of happiness that is about to be liberated.

Tian Yuan raised his head and looked at the sky little by little, the city of city A, where the sky is always clear and blue.

It's beautiful, just like the beauty she was when she first arrived, delicate and dignified.

She tilted her head and smiled, the direct light of the sun made her squint slightly, and tears fell in the wind, from her eye sockets, little by little across the corners of her slightly raised lips, and then fell on the corner where she couldn't find it, turning into a dust in this world and disappearing.

The mobile phone kept ringing, and Tian Yuan slowly sat on the high cement platform, her feet dangling in the air, like a carefree child playing by the water.

On her face, she is always smiling, smiling shallowly, this is Tian Yuan's signature expression, smiling shallowly, like watery autumn pupils, clear with a trace of inexplicable forbearance, but even if it is such a faint expression, it can make countless men in the world can't help but take a second look.

She is beautiful, beautiful and moving, so beautiful that it is thrilling, beautiful makes people remember her at a glance, and they dare not approach her because they are itchy, for fear that it will break her quiet beauty at this moment.

"Shang Rong."

Tian Yuan put her mobile phone to her ear, and with a soft call, her voice was smiling, and even made people think that she was very happy and happy now.

But such an abrupt emotion made the people in the mobile phone suddenly hang their hearts.

"Yuanyuan, I'm sorry, I don't know what to do."

"Shangrong, I'm sorry it's late, because it can't get back to my father who loves me so much." Tian Yuan chuckled twice as he spoke, and after the laughter, his voice changed suddenly, and then he spoke sharply like a blade that cut through the air.

"Shangrong, I hate you."

"I know it." Shang Rong didn't know how much he hated himself now, he was waiting for Tian Yuan here, but he was surprised to wait for the news that Tian Biao had committed suicide in prison.

Shang Rong really didn't know what was going on, and he didn't know what was going on, maybe those people were afraid that he would be angry when this matter came out, so he always concealed Tian Biao's death, and even cremated Tian Biao privately.

If it weren't for the fact that Tian Biao remembered that Tian Biao's mobile phone number was only the last digit of Tian Biao's number, if it weren't for Tian Biao's inadvertent mention of his own mobile phone number, where would the thief who was released from prison call Tian Yuan as soon as he was released from prison, and told the truth that had been hidden for many days with the affection of acquaintance.