In the black car, Zhang Zhitao tilted his head out of the window, looking at the neon lights that gradually retreated because the car was moving fast, and his heart was bitter.

If she could, she wished she could hide in the darkness forever, and no one would see her existence.

- Zhang Zhitao, I hate you.

- Zhang Zhitao, I hate you.

- Get out, get out......

During the day, Xie Qiuhan's resolute words surged her brain nerves all the time, making her embarrassed and making her sad and desperate.

Thinking about it, his eyes slipped down a drop of crystal again, down his cheeks, and into his mouth, which was salty.

"You seem to be unhappy?" Mu Ziyang, who was driving the car seriously, seemed to have countless pairs of eyes, and he didn't see Zhang Zhitao's tears to know that she was unhappy, so he asked.

Zhang Zhitao inadvertently raised his hand to wipe away his tears, withdrew his gaze, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "No." ”

"Huh." Mu Ziyang laughed faintly twice and continued, "The more sad people are, the more they like to deceive themselves, and they all cry and say that they are not happy? ”

"Huh?" Zhang Zhitao wondered, how did he know that he was crying?

Mu Ziyang tilted his head slightly, blinked and said, "If there is something unhappy, it will be better to say it." ”

"Hehe, or do you want to help me?" Zhang Zhitao adjusted his emotions and asked Mu Ziyang in turn.

What do you want her to say, and how do you want to say it? Did she tell this stranger, who only knew her name, that she had been raped, and that she didn't even see what that person looked like?

Seeing that Zhang Zhitao was reluctant to say, Mu Ziyang stopped asking, after all, everyone has their own secrets that they don't want to mention, and he, a stranger, has no right to dig out.

Mu Ziyang thought for a moment, and said with a smile: "The reason why I helped you may be because you are too similar to me back then." ”

"You back then?" Zhang Zhitao looked at Mu Ziyang suspiciously, she really couldn't see that this successful man was the same as her current self.

"I was very young at that time, but just like you are today, helplessly hating God's injustice, sadness, pain, and even ...... Despair! Mu Ziyang said very lightly, as if he was recalling a dusty past.

The past, which has been buried deep for more than ten years, is a scar that he has always been reluctant to mention.

"I see, but you're brilliant now." In Zhang Zhitao's view, people who are both well-dressed and have a car belong to the brilliant Tengda.

"Hehe," Mu Ziyang shook his head and smiled bitterly when he heard this, is his current situation called Brilliant Tengda?

No one knows what he's carrying, no one knows what he's going to face at the end, and no one knows how much he's paid to get to where he is today.

Only he knows this. Moreover, even if he is brilliant, the injury is still there.

What's more, he has never been close to Brilliant Tengda.

"Women, don't judge things with your first sense, or the truth will be hidden by your eyes." Mu Ziyang said meaningfully.