Wen Nguyen died at the age of twenty-two.

She was disfigured, her legs broken, and imprisoned in the basement for a year.

He was abused and tortured every day, and when he died, he was scrawny and unrecognizable.

She was cast into the wilderness, and she died without a blind eye, until someone found her day and night.

A man in a black coat walked like a meteor from the dark and gloomy forest.

His face was hidden in the dark shadows of the night, and Wen Ruan couldn't see his appearance clearly, but the aura emanating from his body was self-respecting and intimidating.

He bent down, one slender leg bent at the knee.

He knelt down in front of the corpse that was beginning to stink, and his long, finger-boned hand stroked the face inch by inch, which was no longer visible.

Wen Ruan's soul approached the man, and his gaze slowly looked up from his bulging Adam's apple.

It was a face that was so handsome that it could not find any flaws, with deep and three-dimensional facial features, and the contours seemed to be carved by heaven.

Wen Ruan looked at the man in disbelief.

Huo Hannian!

Her sworn enemy in her junior year of high school!

Wen Ruan never expected that he would come to collect her body!

Her ignorance had caused him indelible damage back then, and she thought that he hated her so much!

The man's dark and deep narrow eyes stared at her gradually swollen and rotten face for a long time, and suddenly stretched out his long arms and hugged her horizontally.

He took her to an island of birds and flowers, which was Van Nguyen's favorite vacation destination, Unmeng Island.

I heard that it was later bought by a private person and is no longer open to the public.

Coming here again, there is no longer the excitement of the past, in front of a luxurious villa, full of lilies and sunflowers that she liked when she was alive.

The tall and tall man, holding the corpse that she didn't even dare to look at herself, went straight into the villa.

Wen Ruan hesitated for a moment before following in.

On the large LCD screen in the living room, a news is playing.

[At ten o'clock in the morning on June 20, 2020, an explosion occurred in St. Peter's Church, and the groom Huo Jingxiu and the bride Ye Wanwan were killed on the spot......

[It is rumored that the new young master suffers from severe depression, and his temperament is cruel and cold, paranoid and irritable......]

Hearing that Huo Jingxiu and Ye Wanwan were killed, Wen Ruan's whole body trembled, his fingertips pinched deep into his palms, and the monstrous resentment in his chest was suddenly dispersed a lot because of the excitement and pleasure after the revenge!

The pair of dog men and women who destroyed her family and tortured her to death finally suffered retribution!

They should have died a long time ago!

It's just, is it really Huo Hannian's hand?

Wen Ruan heard movement coming from the basement, and she walked towards the basement.

Huo Hannian took off his black coat, wore a crisp and elegant black shirt, and loosened two buttons at the neckline, and was bending down to change her clothes and comb her hair in the crystal coffin.

Because of the bending movement, the shirt on his back was tight, outlining the lines of his cold, lean, tall and straight figure.

After graduating from high school, Wen Ruan never saw Huo Hannian again.

Looking at his slender and clean long fingers, slowly looking at her withered yellow knotted hair, her eyes became red, and her lips trembled slightly, "When I treated you like that, why didn't you break me into pieces?" ”

Men can't hear her.

Taking care of everything for her, he took out a cyan porcelain vase, and his smooth and cold jaw was slightly tilted.

Wen Yuan smelled that the porcelain bottle contained a highly poisonous substance, and her eyes showed panic and disbelief, "Huo Hannian, what are you doing?" ”

"What is there in me where you have avenged me, and you want to go to Huangquan with me?"

"Huo Hannian, you are not allowed to drink, do you hear?"

No matter how much she stopped, screamed, and screamed, it didn't help!

The man drank the liquid in the porcelain vase, and his slender and upright body slowly lay down.

The narrow eyes as black as the abyss looked at her, the big knuckled palm held her long rotten hand, the thin lips were close to her ear, and the voice was low and dumb, "Girl, I fulfilled my promise." ”

Fuck promises, when did she and him have a promise?

Looking at the blood slowly flowing from the corner of the man's mouth, Wen Ruan's mind seemed to explode, her heart was twisted together, and she shouted like a trapped beast, "Huo Hannian! ”