Blood slowly flowed down the wound, over the heels, to the soles of the feet.

Tang Tilt lay on the ground, looking up at the ceiling.

The pain in her feet and the coldness of her body made her mind on the verge of collapse a little dazed.

The soul seemed to be steaming up from her, leaning down in the sky to look at the poor **.

The mottled teeth and kiss marks on her upper body, the blood that slowly flowed from her feet, and the pain that almost tore her soul apart......

It's like going back to the day when I lost the ability to stand up at the beginning.

She lay on the cold floor and looked up at the ceiling above her head, her heart full of thoughts of revenge, but she regretted it now, if she could go back to that day, she must tell that naïve self - when she got that scalpel.

He should have plunged that knife into his chest.

Instead of...... Instead of putting yourself in a more pitiful situation for the sake of that little revenge.

At that time, death can still solve the problem.

After all, now she has lost even the right to choose death......

Rather than spend such a pitiful life, it is better to die at that time.

Life is not getting better, her life is getting worse step by step.

The soul looked down on her humble and desperate appearance from above.

Laugh at her lowliness, weakness, and stupidity.

Hope is not a good thing, why did she never learn well.

Tang Tian slowly closed his eyes, feeling warm tears flowing down the corners of his eyes.

She didn't know why she was still alive, why she had persevered until now after being abandoned countless times, and even if she stood up, what could she do? This world has never been something that a weak person like her can live freely in.

Even if you can escape, how can you escape to all parts of the world......

As long as they wanted to find her, she had nowhere to hide.

Perhaps because her body was too cold, and even her heart was gradually frozen, she suddenly felt bored and lost interest in reconstruction.

……

Suddenly there was a sound of the door opening.

A servant walked in through the door.

She was arranged to take care of Tang Tian.

When she saw Tang Tian lying on the ground bleeding silently, she let out a sharp scream, and hurriedly came over and picked her up from the ground.

"Miss Tang, Miss Tang, are you okay?" The maid was a burly and strong American with blonde hair, greeting her in English, Tang Tian opened his eyes and glanced at her in a trance, remembering that Gong Heng told her that he would find someone to spy on her at night, and was silent for a while.

"Your foot is injured," the maid stood up in a panic as she looked at her bleeding feet, "I'll go inform Mr. Gong." ”

As soon as she took a step, she felt her clothes being gently pulled, and when she turned around, she saw Tang Tian standing up from the bed a little weakly, "Don't tell him." “

Her face was very pale and she looked unusually fragile, like a porcelain doll that would shatter when the wind blew.

"I'm fine, the bleeding will stop soon, and I don't want to see him now...... Please, don't tell him. ”

The maid looked at her pleading and sad look lightly, and then remembered Gong Heng's warning, shivered slightly, and a trace of pity for Tang Tian was replaced by fear of the cold man, she pulled the corner of her clothes that was pulled by Tang Tian, and walked quickly outside the house.