He looked down in astonishment, and he saw that Jingwei was holding a dagger tightly in his hand, a dagger that was generally stained with his blood.

The warm blood fell on the snow drop by drop, and he slowly took a step back with a dagger, another step.

She looked at him, her eyes were dark, but she seemed to be stirring up a grudge that destroyed the world: "Song Yecheng, this is just the beginning......

And that's just the beginning......

What does Ruan Jingwei mean by this?

Song Yecheng fell softly on the snow, Jiang Ping almost screamed, covered her mouth tightly and turned around and strode towards the outside of the school.

Jingwei just stood with her dagger in her hand, the cold wind blowing her hair messy.

What she thought in her heart was that Song Yecheng should know at this time how painful she was in her last life.

No, it's not enough, she and the child died so miserably, he was just stabbed......

She wanted to kill him with her own hands, but in the end, the remaining shred of reason still calmed her down.

She made an appointment with Mi'er, they want to live a long life, they want husband and wife love, they want children and grandchildren to be full, and they want to die comfortably in a warm bed.

She will not ruin her new life for a scum like Song Yecheng, a scumbag.

……

Song Yecheng was in a daze, feeling as if he had a long dream.

The quietness in the dream, the weak but humble attachment to him, longing to live for him and die for him.

The quietness in the dream, hating Li Shenheng deeply, avoiding him like a ghost, and admiring him wholeheartedly.

The quietness in the dream, even if you don't ask for fame, you have to follow him.

Even, after he and Yu Siyu were together, under his gentle coaxing, they were still waiting for him infatuatedly.

Yu Siyu...... Isn't it Ruan Siyu? Her sister, the sister who once secretly expressed her affection for him, why did she become Yu Siyu?

The picture in the dream suddenly turned, from Jiangcheng to the glorious imperial capital, and then a beautiful mansion with carved beams and paintings.

Song Yecheng saw 'Yu Siyu', she was wearing a beautiful haute couture dress, standing beside a noble lady with an elegant smile, looking at him with a smile and gentleness.

"Yecheng, come quickly, this is my mother, Mrs. Yu......"

Mother, Mrs. Yu?

Song Yecheng was confused, but he still walked over meekly and stood beside Yu Siyu.

The scene in the dream gradually became blurry again, he was still in the imperial capital Yu family's house one moment, and the next moment, he suddenly returned to the ugly small courtyard of the Song family in Jiangcheng.

He saw his mother, Liu Aiying, walk into his bedroom with a rolling pin, and after a while, he heard a quiet scream coming from the room......

The gore was so bloody that it almost made him gag.

In the deep night, he saw Ruan Jing, who was dripping with blood between her legs, slightly depressed, and walked out of the courtyard of the Song family step by step with a pale face.

With each step, two bloody footprints were left on the ground.

But she didn't stop, just step by step, as if she was stepping on the tip of a knife.

In the dream, Song Yecheng watched her die on the streets of the market full of sewage.

He saw her hands withered and pale like ghost claws desperately clutching in the sewage and mud, the fingertips of the scratches were worn and bleeding, and he saw that her wide eyes were dead and dark, and the pupils were spreading little by little, but blood and tears slowly overflowed.