The night was quiet, and he sat alone in the corner, his eyes empty and numb, and he even lost the ability to blink his eyes, and if it weren't for the tears still on his face, people would mistake him for a soulless sculpture.

There is no joy or sorrow, life is better than death, this is the state!

He sat all night, the sky was faintly bright, and the morning light shone through the window, stinging his eyes.

It's dawn...... It's a new day, and the world is going on and on.

But why is his world the only one stagnant, forever stranded in the rainstorm of that day, with the fall of Yanran, all his faith and beauty are shattered, and he falls into the infinite cold and dark world, which is full of despair as far as the eye can see.

There are so many living beings, the world is big, and the population is so large, why is it Yanran who died?

God has been very unfair to Yanran, her life is bleak, she was abandoned by her parents since she was a child, and she has suffered cold eyes and ridicule, but she has not fallen and succumbed to this, she has worked hard to live a serious life than anyone else, treats people with a pure heart, has the best wishes for life and bravely faces setbacks, and she is self-reliant, she firmly believes that she will be able to make her family live a good life through her own efforts.

Such a woman is kinder and more beautiful than anyone else, and lives more carefully than anyone else...... But why was she the one who died?

People are good and don't deceive?

Good people have their own good rewards?

He~ deceitful, these are just words made up to deceive good people.

He only felt that there was a fire burning in his chest, burning his good thoughts and compassion, and the little boy with white wings and a handsome and bright face in his heart struggled in the raging fire, roaring heartbreakingly, and finally inevitably burned to ashes...... After Nirvana is reborn, he will definitely grow black wings and take revenge on this world with ruthless and decisive means.

He hated all the things that were bright, all the beauty that brought warmth, and all the people who had happy smiles......

He was controlled by anger and resentment, even with the morning sun.

When I opened the window, the cold wind of the end of September poured in, and the warm air in the bedroom was bubbling a faint white.

The wind was very cold, and it hurt on his face, Xuanmu was slightly stunned, and his whole person was frozen like an ice cube, and he lost his mind for a moment......

Accompanied by the cold wind was a familiar fragrance, although it was short, but he still immediately recognized it, it was the smell of Yanran's body, too familiar, countless hugs, her softness, her fragrance, had already been deeply rooted in his soul, making him dream.

Turning around, he called her name "Yanran ......" in a daze.

But in the messy and silent room, no one answered him except for the slight sound of the wind.

But in the dark, he seemed to have a premonition of something, always felt that Yan Ran was in this room, always felt that Yan Ran would appear in the next moment, smiled at him, his clear eyes blinked mischievously, nestled in his arms, and told him that this qiē was just a prank......

"Yanran......" he whispered her name, looking around in a panic, his eyes unfocused.

She's here, she must be here, that kind of smell, only on her, it's just ...... He can't see, he can't see!

The wind was very cold, and it was faintly painful to blow on the face, and the photo in the corner was blown by the cold wind, making a crackling sound, like some kind of strange hint, or the last evidence of the deceased hiding in this world, with a mournful tone of silent complaint.

Xuanmu searched for the source of the sound in the dead room as if he had been struck by evil, and finally found a half-torn photo pressed at the foot of Yanran's bed.

He pulled it out, and with a single glance, his face turned pale, as if he had been electrocuted, his whole body was stiff and numb, and his head was buzzing.

Xuanmu's hands were trembling, and his bloodshot eyes were full of anger that destroyed everything.

That was the real cause of Yanran's death.

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Xuanmu disappeared, Nanhua's security system was so tight, he could even dodge hundreds of monitors and disappear without a trace...... Even the sea of clouds couldn't find him.

Yun Hai knew that if he wanted to hide with Xuanmu's ability, no one would be able to find him.

It's just that Xuanmu disappeared very suddenly, without any warning, which made Yun Hai faintly worried, afraid that he would not be able to think about it, would do something stupid, or afraid that he would really find out something?

Does Genki do stupid things?

Maybe, but definitely not until you take revenge on Yanran.

With his temperament, Yanran's revenge will not be avenged, even if he is dead, he will become a powerful ghost seeking revenge with hatred.

It seems that only Gu Yanran can tear Xuanmu, who has always been optimistic and pure, into a demon from hell.

And how much conspiracy and sin is hidden in a torn photo.

The man with his back to the camera is unrestrained, the pink diamond-encrusted stud earrings on his ears are particularly glaring, and a straw-woven bracelet can be faintly seen on the bedside table......

Yan Ran's death seemed to be an accident, but I didn't know that it was a conspiracy carefully planned by someone, and everyone was calculated, like a chess game, they were just an insignificant chess piece, at the mercy of others, but they didn't know anything.

On Xia Mo's birthday, in the private club, Xuan Mu and Yan Ran's passionate kiss was the last fragment of Yan Ran's memory, and in a daze, she seemed to remember Xuan Mu holding her, kissing her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her neck......

Even if she was drunk and unconscious, she knew what he was doing, but she didn't stop him.

She is willing, willing to give him the most perfect self in the most beautiful years.

If it was Xuanmu, what was she unwilling to deliver?

But in fact, the boy who was in love with himself that night still suppressed his desire to possess Yanran.888 Wang.

She was such a beautiful girl, as pure as an angel, and how could he be willing to violate her in her drunken state, which would make him feel vile and filthy.

His girl is only seventeen years old this year, and he is only seventeen years old this year.

But even at such a passionate age, he understands what he should do and what he should not do.

And sometimes, knowing what not to do is more important than knowing what to do.

She was still too young, too immature, like a budding bud, and he wanted to protect her and save this beauty until the first 888 night of their wedding.

Although Xuanmu is usually very arrogant, heartless, and impulsive, he is actually a simple-minded and conservative boy, with a pure heart and a kind heart, and the educational environment since he was a child makes him abide by the etiquette of being a man.

I take care of Yanran in every way, I am afraid of breaking it in my hand, and I am afraid of melting it in my hand, and it is precisely because of this that I will be more careful, for fear of breaking this beauty.

He reluctantly left her white and sweet neck, which was undoubtedly a great pain for him, his breath was confused, his chest rose and fell, and his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and he tried his best to restrain the impulse......

The wind of the summer night eased his pain somewhat.

He gently stroked her cheek, and there was a doting tenderness in the corners of his eyes.

Yanran has never been good at drinking, but she is especially unconscious when she is drunk this night.

Her face was flushed, like a tempting apple, eager to be taken a bite of.

She slept peacefully, nestled in his arms, like a lovely pet, her eyes closed, her thin eyelashes spread on her eyelids, her breath was calm, her rosy lips were as light and seductive as June cherries, as if she could squeeze out water with a light touch, and his traces could be faintly seen on her white neck.

He stroked her hair gently, his movements were gentle, his lips still had her warmth, he loved her lips very much, they were very sweet and soft, like cherries dipped in wine, sweet and intoxicating.

But even if he wanted her to go crazy, he still restrained it.

Eventually, gently kiss her forehead and pick her up.

She seemed to be a little uncomfortable, rubbing her head against his chest like a kitten, twisting her body, and finally finding a comfortable position.

This undoubtedly tested Xuanmu's restraint, only to feel that his whole body was burning, his face was red, and his palms were sweating.

It seems that every time she gets drunk, she wantonly ignites the fire of lust 888 on him, and then falls asleep sweetly like a little angel.

Ay! It's really a torturous little goblin.

Yan Ran's state was naturally not suitable for staying in the clubhouse anymore, so she carried her to the hotel they had booked in advance.

swiped the door card, but I didn't expect that the person who opened the door was Xia Mo.

She seemed to have just finished taking a shower, with a shower cap on her head and a bath towel wrapped around her body, standing at the door, revealing her white and slender legs.

Xuan Mu was surprised, he thought that Xia Mo was still playing in the clubhouse, but he didn't expect to come back so early, it was not like Xia Mo's usual style.

"Yanran is drunk?" Xia Mo Dao.

"Hmm!" After saying that, he wanted to hug her tightly to the room, but was stopped by Xia Mo.

"I just got out of the shower and ...... inside It's messy...... Boys don't enter! Xia Mo said with a slightly red face.

Xuanmu hesitated, after all, it was a room for two girls, just like Xia Mo said, it was so late, it was indeed a little inconvenient for him to go in.

"Oops! You can rest assured to hand over Yanran to me, if you don't even worry about me, who else can you rest assured? I promise to hold her like a Lafayette and never let her bump into her. Xia Mo said coquettishly.

Xuanmu had no choice but to put down Yanran, handed her over to Xia Mo, and helped her into the room.

The moment the door closed, Xuanmu hesitated, always feeling that something was strange, but he couldn't say it.

When did Xia Mo meet him like this?

In the past, when they were crazy and playing, they even slept in the same bed...... Why didn't he even let him in at this time?

How messy the room was, he just put Yanran on the bed.

But think about it again, they are seventeen years old this year, and they are no longer children who are ignorant of the world, Xia Mo and Yanran are both girls after all, and there must be more inconveniences than he imagined, not to mention that just like Xia Mo said, if he doesn't even believe Xia Mo, who can he believe?

But what about the facts?

Xuan Mu never expected that the real reason why Xia Mo didn't let him in turned out to be that there were two strange men hidden in the room.

One hand holds a camera, looking for the right angle in the bedroom.

The other stood in the doorway, with his hands in his pockets, looking at the unconscious Yanran with a weird smile, and the pink diamond stud earrings on his ears were particularly dazzling.

He picked up Yanran, turned his head to Xia Mo and said, "Guess what her boyfriend would feel if he knew that he personally sent his girlfriend to another man's bed?" ”R1152