"Jiuge, this is a tomb." When he arrived at Wen's house, Wen Yihuan appeared beside Su Jiuge, his eyes moist.

"Where you once died, then turn it into a graveyard." Su Jiuge's red lips were hooked, indifferent and beautiful.

Wen Yihuan looked at Su Jiuge, and her eyes were hazy with tears.

Su Jiuge gave the right to use his body to Wen Yihuan.

"Jiuge, thank you." Said gratefully, Wen Yihuan wiped some tears.

Back in his room, Wen Yihuan began to pack up with the suitcase, and when he opened the cabinet, he suddenly found a dusty photo album with a little dust.

Wen Yihuan stared at the trance, but still smiled bitterly.

It's all gone, and the past has nothing to do with herself.

The person in the photo, for her, was just a glimpse of her childhood.

She now lives on Su Jiuge, only talking about revenge, and those memories of the wind and snow have nothing to do with her.

Wen Yihuan wiped the photo clean, carefully placed it at the bottom of the suitcase, and then began to organize the books that were still used, and covered the photo.

It's like covering, that past that can't be remembered.

After closing the suitcase, Wen Yihuan took his hand and took out the room.

Wen Qiao, dressed in white loungewear, stood at the door and looked at her with a sneer.

"Wen Qiao, I don't have time to entangle with you." Wen Yihuan said in a low and lazy way, and wanted to walk past Wen Qiao.

Wen Qiao grabbed her hand and said hatefully, "You secretly met with Jin Yan today?"

Wen Yihuan looked at her indifferently: "You love so sickly, you even found someone to spy on Song Jinyan."

"What nonsense are you talking about." Wen Qiao gritted his teeth and glared at her.

Wen Yihuan said indifferently: "Get out of the way, I'm not interested in your affairs."

Wen Yihuan slammed the Wen Bridge blocking the door with his shoulder, and walked out with his luggage.

Wen Qiao's face was distorted, his teeth creaked, and he didn't know when this girl had become so sharp-tongued, and his eyes fell on the baseball bat in the corner of the room.

When Wen Yihuan was in high school, he liked to play baseball for a while, so he saved money and bought a set of baseball bats of good quality.

Wen Qiao's eyes were red, and he directly picked up the baseball bat and hit it directly towards Wen Yihuan's body!

Wen Yihuan had a dream.

In the dream, she was stopped by a group of frenzied patients, and then everyone whipped her so hard that her flesh and skin were smashed, and then they tore off the flesh piece by piece, and the blood was dripping.

It hurts, it hurts so much that the whole sensory center is about to fail.

She tried desperately to hide, desperately to escape, but every time, the door in front of her would close mercilessly, and she was dragged back into the dark and boundless hell.

Cold, bone-chilling, windy.

"Wen Qiao ......" Wen Yihuan was lying on the ground, even if he was embarrassed, the arrogance and disdain in his eyes were still clearly written on his face: "Do you know why Song Jinyan would rather keep my marriage contract with him than look at you?"

Wen Qiao was only crazy and anxious to sneak attack Wen Yihuan, and he was sober for a moment, but he was angered by Wen Yihuan's arrogant eyes: "So what, it's not me who can't get up on the ground like a dog now."

Wen Yihuan had a hot pain in his back, and the stick directly knocked over the whole person, and the illusion that his ribs were about to be broken.

Thinking of Su Jiuge, his teeth were bitten fiercely, and the light in his eyes was dangerous and warm, Wen Yihuan got up directly from the ground, snatched the baseball bat in Wen Qiao's hand, and said sharply: "Because since I was a child, I have been more ruthless than you!"