Jiang Mingzhen......

That, the woman who has passed away.

A woman Qiao Anxin has never seen, but who keeps hearing people talk about it.

The first time, it was Jiang Mingle, he told himself that it was his half-sister, who was transferred to their school in junior high school and was liked by Qin Yifeng, and later, he died, and he didn't say the reason for his death, but because of her death, he began to break with Qin Yifeng and others.

Then, Anna also mentioned Jiang Mingzhen, she said that there was another secret to her death......

Now, it is Jiang Mingle, he told himself that Jiang Mingzhen is Qin Yifeng's taboo.

This taboo is related to why she was suddenly treated like Qin Yifeng a year ago.

A year ago, no, it was two years ago, she fell in love with Qin Yifeng, almost every day, wrote to him, saying that it was a letter, but in fact, it was more, like her diary, and later, she showed him these things......

He had read it, before many of those letters had been written......

She always thought that it was his acquiescence, acquiescing to her admiration and expression......

But......

A year ago, he tore up the letters with his own hands and threw them at her feet, and he said, "Joe, you make me feel disgusting......

At that time......

She seems to be ...... What was forgotten......

More than a year has passed, and since that night has passed, her memories have always stopped here, and if she thinks about it again, it is a tearing pain......

- Qiao Anxin, I used to think that you at least kept to yourself, but now it seems that you are no different from those women......

- Qiao Anxin, do you know that you look ugly now?

- I suddenly regret it now, maybe I shouldn't have brought you back in the first place!

- Joe Anxin, take it off for me!

Take off......

Her heart throbbed fiercely......

Then......

Underneath her, there were torn pieces of letterhead, and there were fragments like ink, and his name could be seen everywhere......

He was so cold, condescending, looking at her, looking at her.

Contemptive, disdainful, impatient.

As if she was something dirty.

His eyes locked on her, and he said fiercely: "Take it off!" ”

That word, when I think about it now, seems to still be in my ears......

On her face, pain flowed......

The memories seemed to be out of control, or did she know them sooner or later......

If you never dare to remember, you must ......

It will always be a knot in her heart.

Subconsciously, she wanted to unlock the lock, and now, most likely, Jiang Mingle brought the key.

The pain was dripping, her throat was dry, and there was even a fishy bitter taste.

Memories poured out......

In the bone-chilling night breeze, she seemed to return to that night again......

That night, his eyes were colder than the night wind, so he looked at her like that and asked her to take off her clothes......

A year ago, it was also winter, and she was in his room, and it was not cold in the house, but she was in an ice cellar......

Shivering.

Seeing that she didn't move, his thin lips opened slightly, and he spit out: "Take off, or get out of Fengboju." ”

He......

Let her go......

In the humiliation, there is a slight sourness.

She knew that she was still ...... Can't go, at least, not yet......

She trembled and began to undress herself......

It was a new dress, and it appeared in her room, obviously ...... It was given to her by him, a slightly retro style, beautiful, but with a free and easy temperament, when she first met, she was overjoyed, thinking that he had finally ......

He never wronged her life, food, clothing, housing and transportation were exquisite, gave her the name of Mrs. Qin, and also gave her the noble life she deserved, but almost all things were purchased by Xiao Lin, only that time, he personally purchased it, she asked Xiao Lin, Xiao Lin didn't know......

That's why she came to him with the last letter so impulsively and said those stupid things......

That's why he was treated like that......

My hands trembled so badly that I couldn't undo it......

His gaze, like a knife, never left for half a moment.

Under her clothes, she was wearing a close-fitting small coat, and as the clothes fell, large swaths of porcelain-white skin fell into the air.

Cold.

From the bottom of the heart to the body, it is cold to cover the cold.

She trembled slightly, and lived under the same roof with him for a year, and he never asked her to do so, and she never exposed herself to his gaze......

For the first time, it was in this way......

Humiliation......

Tears were hoarding in her throat, and she almost choked.

He bent down, and she subconsciously became a spirit.

He smiled, the kind of smile that was extremely cold......

- What, thought I was going to touch you?

His tone was already telling her that it was just her wishful thinking, he ...... I won't touch her......

yes, he didn't touch her, he just, bent down, picked up the garment, and said......

Go back to your own room.

The tone is cold, to the bone.

Qiao Anxin got up, at that time, it was already night, it seemed to be very late, the servants had already rested, and there was no one outside......

She forgot how to get out of that door.

From his room, to hers, not a minute away, but ......

She felt that it was almost the longest road she had ever walked, and even farther than when she walked to the door of the nightclub......

The house was warm and empty, and she was the only one, but she seemed to have been stripped of all her clothes, and she was exposed to the eyes of everyone in the cold winter.

A great sense of humiliation.

……

Later, when she was reading a book, she saw that reminiscing about this kind of thing can be deceiving, often whitewashing the facts, and replacing those bad emotions with clarity day by day, so in the end, those who can't let go can't escape time after all, and they will be relieved after all, but ......

Why does she still think of this now......

In my heart, the knife cuts generally.

She......

It's love for him.

Love is real, and those humiliations are also real.

She closed her eyes slightly, and the cool wind hit her face, making her gradually withdraw from her memories......

For the first time in a long time, she thought back to the incident again......

It's like going through it all over again.

When I opened my eyes again, I was facing Jiang Mingle's gaze, looking at her, there was still a bit of distress.

She pulled the corners of her mouth and made a smiling expression, "So, what do you want to tell me, what is it, what kind of taboo did I violate, and what kind of taboo did Qin Yifeng violate?" ”

His taboo, if it is Jiang Mingzhen, but ...... Did she offend somewhere......

"If you don't want to laugh, don't laugh." Jiang Mingle is rare, he doesn't smile, his amber eyes are much deeper.

The corners of Qiao An's mouth hidden: "You don't have to be like this, but, you see, I'm such a grudge-holding person, others are good to me, I remember, I can't forget what is bad to me, so even if you are like this, I won't change my opinion of you." ”

He paused, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Don't worry, you're not suitable for lying." If you really hold a grudge, I don't think you will be here. ”

"You're wrong, it's because of the grudge that I'm here," she said with a quiet eyebrow, "knowing yourself and your enemy." ”

Jiang Mingle looked at her eyes, as if he was exploring the truth of her words, Qiao An's eyebrows were quiet, and he looked at him, and after a long time, he smiled: "Okay, it's good to hold grudges, at least, don't you also remember me?" ”

Qiao Anxin didn't speak, he continued: "A year ago, you didn't feel that something was wrong, didn't you? Peace of mind, with your cleverness, I think what you should feel is just yourself, don't want to think about it, but the more you hide, the more it will grow. ”

She......

Do you know something?

Thoughts move rapidly through those memories, and finally, freeze on ...... ...... on that dress

Dressed almost exclusively in her underwear, she pushed the door out of his room......

The moment the door was closed, what I saw was him raising his hand, and the dress was on his hand......

He bowed his head slightly, so looking, his eyes, gentle......

It's completely different from when I look at her.

That, clothes.

"Yes...... Clothes? ”

She spoke, her voice hoarse, torn, and unpleasant.

Jiang Mingle looked at her, with a sparkle of light in his eyes, "I knew you could imagine it." ”

"My sister...... When she died, it was the eve of her birthday, and the dress, which was said to be surnamed Qin, was intended to be given to her as a birthday gift. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, "Peace of mind, do you know, my sister, is his only taboo, that dress is his last contact with my sister, and he won't let you touch it." ”

Originally...... So.

I see, so.

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