The person on that painting was her, no doubt.

The soft body of a woman exposed to the air, with little shelter, is entangled in black vines, and eventually derives into the invisible zone.

In the picture, her expression is very empty, as if she has lost her soul.

But the hands that were suspended in mid-air put on a strange pose, like puppets under control.

If you look closely, there are indeed silver-white lines on it, and there are red blood marks on the wrists, which are clear and shocking.

Her body was wrapped in vines, black, eerie—

There were also a few butterflies around, the same ones she had dreamed of in her dreams, also black.

The whole picture is full of darkness and despicability, and it also conveys a strange and unacceptable spiritual world.

This plot made Chu Jiaojiao feel more frightened in addition to being shocked.

She knew that Jiang Ci didn't seem to be a normal person, but she never thought that there would be such a hidden side in his heart anyway.

What does he see as him?

Her breathing was heavier, and she was a little unsteady on her feet.

Some didn't have time to digest the scene in front of her, and her whole mind seemed to be involved.

"Jiaojiao—" A sudden voice sounded behind him.

Chu Jiaojiao shrank her shoulders in shock, and turned her head to see the man standing by the door.

His handsome face was gloomy, and he stood with his back to the light, so that his whole face seemed to be shrouded in shadows.

The emotions could not be clearly distinguished, but he could feel that his whole person was full of gloom and some elusive coldness.

Jiang Ci raised his feet and walked towards the woman, but he had only taken two steps, and the woman stepped back as if she was frightened.

She reached out between them, her voice a little frightened, "Don't come here." "Together

Jiang Ci stopped and looked at her face under her long black hair, which had almost lost all of its blood.

Pale as a flower that has been beaten by rain.

He looked away from her, and saw the open painting, leaning alone.

Did it scare her?

Fei's thin lips rose, and the curvature felt a little lonely.

Jiang Ci lowered his eyes, and his face looked pale and dark under the light of light and dark.

"Jiaojiao." He called her name with a faint smile on his face.

Chu Jiaojiao's delicate white teeth bit her lip, and her dark eyes were as bright as washed with water.

She also wanted to ask him what it was, but she couldn't say a word, so she could only look at him with her eyes wide open.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Ci raised his feet again and walked towards the woman.

Chu Jiaojiao stood in place and didn't move, not because she didn't want to move, but because her legs seemed to be nailed there, and she couldn't move at all.

In just a few seconds, the man had already walked in front of her.

He stretched out his hand and wrapped his arms around her waist, and asked in a low voice, "Jiaojiao, have you seen it all?" ”

Chu Jiaojiao closed her eyes, her fingers clenched, and her fingertips fell on her palm, bringing out a dull pain, as if poking at her heart.

She had a lot of questions on her mind, but she never knew what to ask.

Wedding dress? Photo? Or is it this huge painting?

What was on his mind when he did these things?

Jiang Ci saw that she didn't answer, nor was she annoyed, her thin lips were still smiling, and her extremely deep eyes were full of tenderness and concentration.

"Jiaojiao, what's wrong with you?" The man asked, a chill in his eyes, fleeting.