"Hmm...... Life is like rape, when you are powerless to resist, you learn to enjoy, when you learn to enjoy, you learn to deal with the eight-sided society, you also learn to disguise, and you ......"

When Zhang Zhitao heard the word "rape", her face changed greatly, and her body trembled violently, the picture of the messy room during the day and Xie Qiuhan's resentful eyes once again appeared in her mind like a lingering ghost, as for Mu Ziyang's words, she didn't listen to a word.

Rape, what a terrible word, what an indelible memory, how can she forget, how can she face the rest of her life?

Mu Ziyang didn't know that Zhang Zhitao would suddenly cry again, but he didn't comfort him anymore, he clearly understood that tears were the best tool for women to vent their unwillingness.

Mu Ziyang drove the car to the top of the mountain, stopped, and got out of the car. The mountain wind was very strong, and the hair was messy.

Standing on the top of the mountain, Mu Ziyang looked up at the starry night sky, and suddenly felt that he was so tired, and the past was more like a tide in front of him. Those pictures, red. Bare. Naked, bloody, tearing through his disguise and going straight to the depths of his fragile heart.

It wasn't until the next morning that Dongfang revealed the white skin of the fish, and Mu Ziyang put away those scenes of the past, and Zhang Zhitao also tiredly pulled the corners of his mouth to show a knowing smile.

On this night, she thought a lot and shed a lot of tears, but she also figured out a lot.

Things have happened, and there is no way to get it back, and it is a foregone conclusion that Xie Qiuhan doesn't want her, but in the next life, she has to go on, and her father is still waiting for her to come home.

Once, she was wondering if things that came too easily would be easy to lose, just like Xie Qiuhan's love.

Now I think, yes.

Either way, or not, then think of it as the beginning of another life.

It's just that Zhang Zhitao never dreamed that this was indeed the beginning of another part of her life, like a nightmare life.

Mu Ziyang can not be said to be the best among good people, so he helped Zhang Zhitao, and Zuihou drove her back.

Getting out of the car and opening the car door, Zhang Zhitao smiled at Mu Ziyang tiredly, and said from the heart: "Xiexie." ”

Mu Ziyang smiled in return, his handsome face seemed to be tired, and he couldn't tell that he hadn't slept all night.

Zhang Zhitao took two steps, but stopped again, turned to Mu Ziyang, who was about to leave, and said, "My name is Zhang Zhitao, yesterday, really xiexie you." ”

After speaking, Zhang Zhitao turned around and left, and Mu Ziyang also turned the car around and left.