My mother was killed by your brother.

But I can't avenge her.

I could have hurt you, but I couldn't.

I'm so useless, I can't do anything, and I can't even keep my heart.

I can't do anything for myself, I just want to leave you.

It's as if you've never known each other......

……

Wen Xili did not speak again, nor did he explain to her again.

In the face of life and death, no amount of explanation is superfluous.

Between the two of them, it was clear that there were only the two of them, but they intervened. So many people and things have been involved.

He wanted the best for her, and he wanted to make up for all her losses.

He lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

"Let's go. Don't let me see you for the rest of your life. He tightened her neck and whispered, "I don't want to see you again." ”

Ginger moved his lips slightly.

The breath that was close at hand, the breath on his body was within reach, and Jiang Jiu didn't know why, because of his words, the tears in his eyes slipped down the corners of his eyes.

He was letting go.

Finally, let go.

I don't need to be entangled with him like this anymore.

I must have cried with joy, and I couldn't stop crying.

She raised her head, hooked the corners of her lips slightly at him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Write more Mr. Wen and let me go." ”

The man's expression had gradually calmed down.

"If you dare to appear in front of me again in the future, I will not spare you."

There was already a cruel coldness in his voice.

In fact, Jiang Jiu felt that he was so good that he could live, and it was not easy.

Wen Fengmian's methods were really vicious, he really wanted Wen Xili to kill her.

"Okay, I promise you." Ginger Wine took a light breath and nodded, "I promise you...... I will never appear in front of you again in this life, Wen Xili, we will never get along...... Hmmm......"

He slammed his grip on her neck and snuffed off her last word, and Jiang Jiu held his breath and saw the hatred in his eyes.

That's right, how can you not hate......

How could he not hate her?

It's normal for someone who hates to kill her.

There was a burst of blackening in front of him, and the ginger wine was pinched by him and was about to die.

Her fragile neck was pinched by Wen Fengmian a few days ago, and she was pinched by Wen Xili today to the point of bleeding.

It's really unlucky.

He didn't really strangle her.

When Jiang Jiu reacted, he had already been beaten and hugged in his arms.

He hugged her and walked into the glass flower room.

Then he put her in a field of tulips.

Ginger wine lay on the flowers, looked at the heavy eyes of the man above his head, and asked softly, "Do you want to bury me under the flowers?" ”

"Are you afraid of death?"

"Who is not afraid of death?" She chuckled softly and coughed a few times, "But I don't want you to be a murderer." ”

He looked at her, with the brilliant Milky Way and the starry sky behind him, his gaze distant and cold.

This time, it was really the last time we saw each other.

She smiled inwardly, reached out and wrapped her arms around the man's neck, kissing his thin lips gently.

Don't think about anything, don't think about anything, she and him, the last time to the death.

*

When Ginger Wine woke up, it was already completely bright.

She was lying on a field of flowers, her skin still bearing the marks of the crushed juice of the flowers.

The clothes were scattered, and the man was nowhere to be seen.

Beside her, there was a stack of papers, and she sat up with her body propped up and reached out to take it.

That is, the divorce agreement that has been signed.