Tears, ticking, ticking into the diary.

It's quiet, as if it's normal.

The pearl-like liquid slid down Su Wan's pale cheeks and dripped onto her delicate collarbone, like a glass doll in a shop window, fragile.

Suddenly, her smile was stained with cruel poison, and her voice was soft: "Why don't you come out and make trouble?" ”

"Last night, while Li Jingchen was away, he threatened me that if I don't alienate him, you will control his illness and make his illness worse and worse."

"Why don't you talk now?"

The wind swept by, and the first page of the diary was lifted, and the blood words were shocking: Su Wan and Li Jingchen have been at odds for a hundred years. You and him are destined, and the love is deep.

Su Wan's fingernails sinked into the palm of her hand fiercely, and blood slowly oozed out.

As soon as she closed her eyes, all of them were Li Jingchen's heroic eyebrows, gathering sickly and obsessive love.

It was as if his hoarse voice seemed to linger on the side of her ear, trembling heavily on her eardrums: "Wanwan, you are mine." ”

"Love me or die."

Like the man he loves her deeply, he protects her and spoils her with himself.

How could he and her be at odds for a hundred years? How can it be a shallow relationship?

The blood words in the diary changed again: Su Wan, you are Li Jingchen's catastrophe. You let him go, he lost his life for you, he went crazy for you all his life. How can you bear to continue to plague him for the rest of your life?

Su Wan opened her eyes, and her raised eyes flashed with a cold light.

The eyelashes trembled slightly, and the last tear slipped like an ice diamond.

Her slender fingers tore the diary slowly and methodically, and her smile was charming.

Broken pieces of paper brushed across her delicate face, and her red lips twitched slightly.

"If Li Jingchen and I are destined to end up, it is a deep relationship. So, I'm going to go against the sky. ”

"Whoever wants to separate me from Mr. Li, I will kill whomever I want."

"He doesn't have my Su Wan, he's a walking corpse, what's the point of dying like that."

Slowly, Su Wan stood up straight, and her blood-red dress was foggy.

As she walked, her heart was splitting bit by bit.

Li Jingchen, I'm sorry. When I get all the secrets of the diary clear, maybe I'll get my lost memories back.

Everything will be up.

Sure enough, the person who was also ruthlessly heartbroken was not only Su Wan, but also the obedient and silent man.

Li Jingchen locked himself in an enclosed space, airtight.

His long, narrow eyes were hollow, like a soulless string-ripped doll, and his voice was low and deep.

"Wanwan, sure enough, like before, hate me, hate me."

In the air, there was a burning love.

Li Jingchen's eyes were blood-red, and his long, slender hand covered the part of his ribs up.

His heart was about to die.

It's like a patient full of darkness, talking to himself stupidly: "But I love Wanwan, and I want to possess everything Wanwan." ”

"Her sweet hair, her fragrance, her viscous blood, are all mine."

"Tonight, I want to kiss her on the cheek, a thousand times, ten thousand times."

Caught off guard, Li Jingchen's fist slammed into his superior jaw, and blood spilled from his lips.

His gaze was gloomy and threatening, and his voice was particularly terrifying in the dark: "Li Jingchen, I hate your possessiveness the most at night." ”

"It's you, who killed Wanwan's mother."

"Late, I'm sorry."

Boom.

The wind was shining and thundering, and the dense raindrops were crackling and beating on the flower windows, knocking people's hearts almost broken.

Li Jingchen was almost instinctive, he approached the flower window, half of his face was hidden in the darkness, and his facial features were deep and three-dimensional.

Loving him Wanwan and caring for her has gone deep into his bone marrow.

Too stupid, too crazy to quit.

His voice was hoarse: "It's raining, I didn't bring an umbrella at night." ”