The woman who fainted and didn't wake up didn't react at all, Liu Aiying watched the blood wash away the ashes, so she put another handful on it, until the blood flowed less and less, she snorted coldly, turned around and walked out of the room.

……

February is cold.

People who are busy making ends meet get up before dawn to start the day's work.

The bazaar is the most lively place, but today it is not the same as before.

"See? It was a notoriously broken shoe...... I heard that she was a junior at a young age! Phew, shameless! ”

"That's it, it's a shame, no wonder people don't want her ......"

I don't know who threw a pair of stinky shoes thrown in the garbage heap on Ruan Jingwei's body, and the crowd laughed.

Ruan Jingwei's pants were dripping with blood, and every step she took, she felt like she was stepping on the edge of a knife, and the pain was incomparable.

But she can't die here, she can't just be scolded and die on this cold street.

She didn't want to die like this with the stigma on her back.

But she couldn't hold on.

Under the whitening sky, the frost was all over the ground, and she lay on the ground of the market where the sewage flowed, her nose was full of fishy smell, and every time she breathed, it was like a knife scraping her trachea.

Blood was still dripping from below, but she was numb from the pain.

The moment she woke up to know that the child was dead, her heart finally died.

What vows, what sweet words, all fake, she finally sobered up, but it was too late......

She devoted herself to Song Yecheng, all her emotions and thoughts were used on Song Yecheng's body, but in the end, it was such a tragic ending.

In a trance, I saw that in the distance, Song Yecheng was hugging Yu Siyu and was standing there, looking at her indifferently.

Song Yecheng's handsome face was cold and indifferent, while Yu Siyu looked at her with her chin raised slightly, and the smile on the corner of her lips was the disdain and lightness of the victor.

Jing lowered her eyes slightly, she could feel that her life was losing little by little, but she had so many regrets and regrets.

If you could do it all over again......

How nice.

Jing Wei's fingers tightly picked at the cold ground curled up, and the last breath finally exhaled slowly......

She died, at the age of twenty-two.

……

Sixteen-year-old Ruan Jingwei sat in front of the window, holding her cheeks and thinking about her previous life.

The sun at the end of September was warm, shining through the window and falling on her body and face.

It's nice to be alive, but even better, it's never too late.

Ruan Jing jumped out of the chair slightly, turned around and walked to the bedroom door.

Today is her birthday, and it is also the birthday of her sister Ruan Siyu, who is one year older than her, the two sisters were born on the same day by coincidence.

But maybe it's because the two sisters are not in harmony, Ruan Siyu hated Ruan Jingwei since she was a child.

And the parents of the Ruan family are the eldest daughter who prefers sweet-mouthed and pretty, and they are mediocre to Ruan Jingwei, and it can even be said that the youngest daughter of the Ruan family is not as good as a dog at home.

Ruan Zhengze is okay, although the youngest daughter is taciturn and will not be coquettish around him, but in the end, she is beautiful and has good homework, although his love for her is not as good as Ruan Siyu, but she is also remembered.