[Brother, she's not me.] ］

[I hate her.] ］

There was a sharp pain in the depths of his head, and in a trance, he seemed to hear an extremely familiar and faint voice, revealing a faint disgust.

Something that had been suppressed shattered like that.

Lu Xiubai suddenly pushed her away, and the irresistible huge force made Su Wanqiu fall the wall at the head of the bed, smashing with a muffled sound.

"Enough, Su Wanqiu."

She slipped limply off the wall and sat at the head of the bed, her body twitching slightly from the intense pain, and she looked up, her eyes full of disbelief as tears filled with tears.

The lights in the room were turned on with a bang.

Su Wanqiu had never seen him look like this, and his deep eyes were full of disgust and alienation, and even full of trembling ferocity and danger.

It's like a beast that chooses people and eats them.

"You put your clothes on, and I'll go buy dinner."

The clothes she had taken off earlier were thrown on Lu Xiubai's face a little roughly, she looked at his back in a daze, her eyes slowly became empty and blank, and she knelt on the spot in despair.

Motionless.

The clock on the wall ticked and seemed to laugh at her.

ridiculed her for her inadequacy.

There was still a faint sweet smell in her mouth, and the miserable white light that came down made her have nowhere to escape, and her eyes were extremely painful, but she could no longer shed a single tear.

She suddenly ran to Lu Xiubai's room like crazy, picked up the stool on the ground and smashed the only locked cabinet hard, again and again.

As if tireless.

She didn't believe it.

Something must have gone wrong.

He must have loved her, and there must have been some other reason.

Bang.

The wooden cabinet door had been smashed into a large hole, and the shattered wooden planks had cut blood marks on her delicate arms, and the dust raised mixed with the smell of blood drowning her.

An old, somewhat old square picture frame lies quietly on the bottom floor of the cabinet.

The glass is rubbed and shiny, as if to hint at the owner's affection.

Su Wanqiu picked up the small photo frame with some trembling tremors, and gently wiped off the sawdust that fell on it, but a drop of bright red blood was so impartial that it dripped on the face of the smiling pale girl.

The bottom of the frame is written stroke by stroke.

Lu Baizhi.

The last glimmer of hope also plunged into darkness.

Su Wanqiu exhausted the last bit of strength in her body and collapsed to the ground, her face strikingly similar to herself like a nightmare, choking her throat tightly.

She could no longer find the oxygen she needed to survive.

She should have thought of it a long time ago.