She has been most afraid of injections since she was a child, and he knows that.

In the end, the man still couldn't bear to inject the brown liquid into her, just because he liked her when he was a child, and he couldn't bear to hurt her now, maybe not for the rest of his life.

"You're Meng Jiahao, right?" Su Ziyue suddenly ripped off the sack on her head, and stared straight at the man sitting on the sofa.

The man's eyes widened in astonishment, and her face was incredulous, and she actually recognized him, the one who had been sitting behind her in obscurity, the one who had accidentally stained the back of her clothes with ink.

He suddenly felt a surprise in his heart, but he still said indifferently with a calm face: "You recognize the wrong person." He said, glancing to the other side.

"You are Meng Jiahao, that's right, the scar on your arm is the best proof." Su Ziyue said that there was a trace of sadness in her eyes, and her big eyes were full of mist.

He had been injured trying to save himself, and the horrific scar stretched from his wrist to his elbow, and now surpassed his elbow as he grew older.

How can you forget this long special scar, but the years have diluted your figure, only this deep scar has always been remembered in your heart.

"I'll say it again, you recognized the wrong person, don't talk nonsense!" The man suddenly turned his head abruptly and roared at Su Ziyue, his eyes red and swollen.

Yes, the previous Meng Jiahao is dead, he has been dead since he saw that woman (his mommy) conspiring with her mistress to kill his father, and he has been dead since he killed those two sluts with his own hands.

"You go, or I'll kill you!" He seemed to restrain his mood again, and said to her coldly.

Su Ziyue still wanted to speak, but was frightened by his sharp eyes, it seems that time can really change a person. He used to be so quiet and weak in elementary school, but now he is.

"If you dare to divulge what you saw today, then your mother's life will be in danger!" I only heard him speak in her ear word by word, his voice cold and hoarse.

Su Ziyue was so frightened that she clenched her fists, and her heart was furious, now he was terrifying.

"Don't worry, I won't say it." Su Ziyue looked at him and said calmly.

"Here's this, here you go, go to the bathroom and change it, and, wipe the blood off your face." Suddenly, he handed over a handbag from nowhere and sent it to Su Ziyue.

Su Ziyue just took it in a daze, followed his instructions to the bathroom to wipe off the stains, and changed into clean clothes, although the clothes were a little tight, they could barely be put on.

It was a simple white dress, which looked very old, like the more popular style in previous years, but surprisingly there was not a trace of wrinkles.

Su Ziyue changed her skirt and walked out, with a touch of uncomfortable shyness, she always had a strange feeling in her heart when she wore clothes worn by others.

At this time, the man came to Su Ziyue's side, he just looked at her in white in amazement, and a strange streamer flashed in his eyes. If those things hadn't happened at the beginning, maybe this dress would have been given to her a long time ago, but the fate was too shallow, he lowered his eyebrows and smiled bitterly.

The dress, which was too late to be given away, ended up on her, and that was enough.

I saw him slowly walk behind Su Ziyue, "Close your eyes!" He spoke indifferently, and Su Ziyue closed her eyes very cooperatively.

The man took out a black ribbon from his pocket and gently tied it around her eyes, covering her big eyes.

So, the man took her delicate hand and walked out of the room, and Su Ziyue followed his steps all the time.

It seemed to be quiet all around, except for the darkness in front of me.