When An An was fifteen years old, he wanted to go crazy and wanted to destroy her purity, just because An An had a good conversation with a boy in her class, such a flawless smile, he hadn't seen it for a long time, An An actually gave it to another man, it was his, and everything about An An was his.

So he went to An An's room that night, and he decided that he must engrave his brand on An An's body, so even when he saw An An crying and begging him, he didn't relent, he crusaded and branded every inch of An An's skin, and then An An stopped, he thought An An had compromised, so he stopped his movements, propped himself up and looked at her.

What he didn't expect was that An An didn't know when he hid a knife, and then stabbed it into his chest, and at that moment, the pain spread all over his body, but he didn't pay attention.

He was only worried about whether it would be uncomfortable for blood to splash in An An's eyes.

The first time she did such a thing, she was frightened, she hurriedly pushed him away, trying to restrain her nervousness, her expression was indifferent and resolute, and she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and when she looked at him, her eyes were lifeless, and she no longer had the agility and innocence she had before.

At that moment, he suddenly understood that An An hated him, so what, even if he hated, he also occupied a large position in An An's heart, and no one could take that position.

Thinking about it like this, this knife didn't seem to hurt at all, An An stood on the side, looking at him quietly, he knew that An An was frightened, he wanted to hold An An's hand and tell her, don't be afraid, but his strength was disappearing with the flow of blood.

As he gradually lost consciousness, he saw his sister's family come in after returning from the ball, and his sister and An Lu screamed, and then his cousin pounced, slapped An An hard, and then punched and kicked her.

He wanted to stop his sister, An An's thin skin and tender flesh, how much it hurt, but he didn't have the strength, and then all the voices and people disappeared, and he fell into deep darkness.

He only vaguely remembered that the last trace of consciousness in his mind was that he wanted to tell An An, don't be afraid, I'm fine.

When he woke up, he was already in the United States, and he threw everything in a rage and struggled to return home, and was finally tied to a hospital bed and given a tranquilizer.

They cut off all contact with the country, and the only news they told him was that An Jingchen had severe depression because of him.

He seemed to have been sentenced to death, put away all his violence, stayed in the United States meekly, and pasted pictures of An Jingchen all over the room, as if he could think less about her.

It's been eight years, he has been carrying all his thoughts alone, and after knowing that he can return to China, he suddenly sees the light of day like a person sentenced to life imprisonment, he goes to An An with all his thoughts and joy, and what he sees is still the same fear and fear as he was back then.

And the sick emotions he had back then began to grow again, and he just ...... I want to love her so much.

Qin Xiaoxian was very strange when he saw An Jingchen's slightly swollen cheeks, and when he asked her, she didn't say anything, which made him inexplicably unhappy.

It's really annoying that she acts like she's great to everyone.

Sitting on the bar and spinning a fan, silently expressing his unhappiness, An Jingchen pursed her lips and put a latte in front of him without saying anything.

She could feel Qin Xiaoxian's unhappiness, and knew that his unhappiness was because of herself, but she didn't want him to worry, and that memory was too painful and unbearable for her, she didn't want to say that maybe more importantly, she was afraid that Qin Xiaoxian would think too much.