When Zhou Yanshao fell asleep, Xia Xingkong moved to the side of the bed, squatted on the ground barefoot, numbly picked up his clothes and put them on, and dragged his torn body out of the bedroom.

The living room was as quiet as a tomb.

Outside the window, there was a layer of mist on the glass, she stood barefoot on the cold tiles and stared blankly at the place where Mu Zhan's figure had been, the cold touch kept surging up from the soles of her feet, even the tips of her fingers were cold, and the piercing pain spread from her heart.

She thought she would be able to pass by gritting her teeth, she thought she would be fine if it passed.

But no, she hurts.

It hurts.

It's also dirty.

She walked slowly to the kitchen, looked at the fruit knife on the cabinet in despair, reached out to hold it in her hand, stretched out the thin white arm of her left hand, and tears dripped on the knife wall.

These eyes as bright as the stars were washed by tears, full of despair.

Her life was exchanged for her mother's life, she promised her mother to live well, what is she going to do now?

What's the point of living like this?

She'd rather not live like this.

A black shadow ran over from the living room, he rushed over and anxiously grabbed Xia Xingkong's left hand, looked at the knife in Xia Xingkong's hand in disbelief, and asked loudly, "Starry Sky, what are you going to do?" ”

As if to pull her back from her nightmare state.

Xia Xingkong just looked at the knife in a daze, and tears kept dripping down.

Zhou Yanshao squeezed Xia Xingkong's arm, and his other hand clenched the right hand holding the knife, "If you die, I will let Mu Zhan bury you." ”

Her Achilles heel, this threat really works, Xia Xingkong let go of her hand as if she was electrocuted, and Zhou Yanshao took the knife in her hand and put it on the cupboard.

Well, then live and torture each other.

Xia Xingkong broke free of Zhou Yanshao's hand, turned around and walked slowly towards the bedroom, like a corpse that had lost its soul.

Outside the window, there was no intention of stopping, and a thin layer had accumulated on the windowsill.

Zhou Yanshao stood in the dark, looked at Xia Xingkong's back, pinched the knife and sighed.

The night was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard, so quiet that the surroundings became deathly silent.

When Zhou Yanshao pushed the door open and entered the room, Xia Xingkong sat on the edge of the bed and stared out of the window motionlessly, the thin mist seemed to have a film on the glass, blurring the dim light.

He picked up a coat and draped it over Xia Xingkong's body, squatted down and held her cold hand, "Be careful of catching a cold." ”

Xia Xingkong pursed his lips and opened his eyes, tears rolling silently in his eyes.

Zhou Yanshao sighed lightly, got up and took the shoes and gently put them on her feet.

He got up again and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water and put it on the bedside table.

Xia Xingkong's thin figure sat there, and Zhou Yanshao watched lonely behind her, and Xia Xingkong's figure was reflected in her dark and cold bottomless eyes.

Tears fell from her chin to her clothes one by one, I don't know how long she cried, her head and eyes hurt dizzily, Xia Xingkong shook weakly, and her five fingers tightened and grasped the quilt to stabilize her body.

Zhou Yanshao, who had been standing behind her and had not moved, took her into his arms, lowered his head and pressed her head into his arms.

Xia Xingkong slowly raised his eyes, only feeling extremely tired, and his whole body was filled with a feeling of powerlessness. Drowsiness gradually hit, and in a trance, Zhou Yanshao put her on the bed and covered the quilt.

"Starry sky, I've put breakfast here, there is millet porridge, remember to get up early and eat it."

I don't know how long I slept, Zhou Yanshao's voice penetrated the dream and reached her ears, making her wake up.

She closed her eyes and continued to pretend to be asleep, and Zhou Yanshao leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

The position of the bed collapse was restored, and Zhou Yanshao closed the door and went out.

Xia Xingkong opened her red and swollen eyes and saw the thermos bucket on the bedside table, she turned over and closed her eyes.

Since then, Xia Xingkong has never seen Mu Zhan again.

Zhou Yanshao sent her back to school, and in the eyes of other people's suspicion and gossip, she did her own thing indifferently.

She told herself that she would always pass, just like before she met Mu Zhan, she was still alive.

If you want to go to hell, let her go to hell.

Engaged in January.

She didn't let An Xin and An Yu come over.

On the day of the engagement, Xia Zhixing came, he looked at Xia Xingkong and stopped talking, but just called out with a little sadness, "Starry sky." ”

Xia Xingkong calmly turned his face away, and let Zhou Yanshao take his arm to the other table to toast.

"Congratulations, congratulations."

"My sister-in-law is so beautiful."

"Yan Shao, if you really have you, you still have it."

"I said you didn't come to school, it turned out that you were chasing your daughter-in-law, congratulations."

“……”

Wandering back and forth among the smiling faces, every word of blessing pierced her heart like a needle, full of holes.

She didn't know how she got down with the mask, a numb smile, a numb nod, everyone thought she was very happy, the future daughter-in-law of the Zhou Group in City A, how many people envied her, how disgusting she was.

Until she can hold on, she'll hold on.

It's time for her to spit on herself.

Let's taunt her.

She brainwashed herself again, so let's just live it, it's not a big deal.

The engagement is huge, the only heir of the Zhou Group in City A, a 20-year-old young talent, is already engaged, and the engagement object is a top student of the Finance Department of Q University, Xia Xingkong, the granddaughter of the celebrity Xia family, and major newspapers have been published one after another.

She didn't know if Mu Zhan had seen the news, she didn't know if he would be sad, and she didn't know if he would think she was disgusting.

But she didn't dare to ask, she was afraid that she couldn't help but want to go to him.

The spirited young man who knelt down for her twice was ruthlessly dumped by her, and at his lowest moment, even she looked down on herself.

If you ask her if it's worth it, she doesn't know, she just knows that she will do it if she is given another chance.

At least she has people she has to protect, and she is not alone in this world.

On the night of the engagement, she successfully lived in Zhou Yanshao's other courtyard, like a loving husband and wife, raising her eyebrows.

His courtyard deviated from the downtown area, and the maid doors stood in a row in the courtyard, all welcoming with smiles, "Young Master, Young Grandma."

The sound was clear and neat, and it reached her ears, but it was like countless bees burrowing into her, buzzing her head.

The whole room is simple and luxurious, and the carpet in the living room is thick and soft, which makes people feel like they are in a bottomless pit when you step on it.

Xia Xingkong clenched his hands and went in, Zhou Yanshao closed the door behind her, and with a "rattle", the lock stuck into the lock hole.

She stopped, and suddenly felt a sense of sadness of a caged bird, and as soon as she raised her eyes, she saw the warm sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling window, covering the entire meadow, and the still green arborvitae trees were comfortable and lazy in the sun.

How nice it would be if she were a tree.

In the end, she didn't love Zhou Yanshao, she couldn't pretend to be able to pretend, and it was difficult to give him even a vivid look.

Things have now deviated from the original track, and Xia Xingkong's indifference has become Zhou Yanshao's anger and humiliation.

Except for letting Mu Zhan die, which will make Xia Xingkong nervous, the rest of the time is like a pool of stagnant water.

In the end, it is in response to an old saying, a wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as stealing, and stealing is better than stealing.

After the engagement, Zhou Yanshao hit her for the first time, and Xia Xingkong sat on the ground so calmly, indifferently looking at the thunderous man in front of him.

She was like a captive, and even laughing felt extravagant.

There is nowhere to sew.

Or feel guilty, the next second Zhou Yanshao held her in his arms again, and kept saying something in his mouth, she didn't want to hear it anymore.

It's nothing more than to make her obedient, let her not think about Mu Zhan, and let her follow him well.

She is not delirious, she just doesn't want to talk, she doesn't want to care about these messy things, Zhou Yanshao will help her decide, she just listens.

As long as he's good, that's fine.

The most fortunate thing is that the school can't take too long of leave, she can avoid Zhou Yanshao to stay at school, read books day and night, and don't go anywhere.

She only knew she was alive when her stomach hurt.

Ling Lan also joked that she must be the most accomplished person.

I hope so.

When there was no class, Xia Xingkong would sit in the library and read books, and Ling Lan carefully sat next to her, staring at Xia Xingkong's dancing pen.

After all, Ling Lan couldn't help it, and whispered, "Starry sky." ”

After a long time, Xia Xingkong stopped writing, turned his head slowly, and asked lightly: "What's wrong?" ”

Ling Lan felt that she had become a little stunned since she had walked back last time.

She looked out the window and said regretfully, "I saw your ex when I came over just now." ”

Xia Xingkong stared at Ling Lan nervously, "Did he talk to you?" ”

Ling Lan was a little frightened and shook her head in confusion.

Xia Xingkong's nerves relaxed, and when he picked up the pen, he couldn't read any of the words in front of him.

She swallowed her sorrow and said lightly, "If he asks you anything, you say I'm happy." ”

"But ......"

Ling Lan looked at Xia Xingkong's white hand worriedly, obviously this was not the case.

Is there anything you can't say clearly?

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Xia Xingkong doesn't like her fiancé, so don't be together if she doesn't like it.

Almost in a pleading tone, "Thank you." ”

Xia Xingkong bit his lip, his eyes were soaked with panic, and the pen had been smeared with black dots the size of sesame seeds on the paper.

Having come this far, there will be no turning back.

There was no hope for her and him.

"I... All right. ”

What's the use of saying it badly?

It only seemed to add to her burden.

She just thinks that Xia Xingkong is good, just looking at her eyes, she knows.

Almost a week later, Ling Lan saw the emaciated and lonely Mu Zhan near the dormitory, with a scruffy beard and lifeless.

Ling Lan remembered what Xia Xingkong had said, she would answer whatever he asked, but if he didn't ask, she wouldn't say.

When Mu Zhan called her in a hoarse voice, she was actually a little weak-minded, like a child who stole something and was caught in a bag.

Ling Lan held the book, retreated to Mu Zhan's side, looked at the ground and asked, "Something?" ”

She could smell the thick smell of smoke from him.

He moved his withered and peeling lips, and his dry throat made a sound, "Starry sky... What do you think? ”

Ling Lan stomped her foot, "Oh, that's good. ”

She raised her eyes to look at the stiff Mu Zhan and added, "Starry Sky is very happy every day." ”

After saying that, he almost ran away.

She's like a villain who has fallen into a hole now.

Xia Xingkong didn't have any expression after hearing this, and no one knew that her broken heart was hit hard.

Since then, Ling Lan has really never seen Mu Zhan again.