Zhao Pingjin saw her make a habitual pursed lip movement, and then in the next moment, she turned around and left.

He didn't say a word, but followed him to the old woman's stall, and bought the big fish that was as big as her arm.

He also gave a very generous tip according to the custom of foreign countries.

Xu He didn't pay attention to him, he just did what he had to do.

The grandmother doesn't have much fish, and she will have to close the stall soon when it is sold out.

As usual, he gave Xu He a few snow-white small whitebait fish and asked her to go back to make soup and drink.

Xu He took the small glass fish tank and walked to his house.

Zhao Pingjin followed her downstairs and did not go upstairs.

He sat down in a chair outside the café downstairs and ordered a cup of black coffee.

As twilight fell, Xu He's room was lit up.

By the end of the night, the town had quieted down.

Even cafes are closed.

But the boss just closed the door casually and left, and Zhao Pingjin was still sitting there.

The lights in her room stayed on until late at night.

Xu He kept memorizing the words, looking at the books densely packed with notes in front of him, and when he was most tired, he might be able to fall asleep for half an hour.

Of course, this is only an occasional luck.

More often than not, she couldn't close her eyes to the darkness, so she could only keep her eyes open until dawn, and then sleep for a while at dawn.

This made her nervous and anxious, as if there were countless taut strings in her body, waiting for her to collapse at any time, and then the strings would break.

She can always hear a lot of people talking in her ears, reminding her of the things that happened to her again and again, telling her that Xu He, who is like this now, is not worthy of living anymore.

She couldn't sleep day and night, and she couldn't get a moment of peace.

She can only be relieved by hurting herself.

The long sleeves were rolled up, and the sharp blade once again slashed the snow-white, delicate but scarred arm, which was so mottled that it was too many to count.

Blood gushed out, as if the anxiety had been relieved.

Xu He didn't feel the pain, only felt that the moment of relaxation brought her back to life.

She opened her eyes and watched her wounds bleed.

The bright red blood, in her deepest consciousness, was dirty, and it was invisible, as if the blood was gone, and she could change back to her former appearance.

Xu He stood up slowly, she forgot that today is her menstrual period, which is the most vulnerable day for women, she has dysmenorrhea after a miscarriage, and the first two days of menstrual leave will always be particularly uncomfortable.

And now, blood is gurgling from his arms, and there is a boiling heat under his body.

Xu He took two steps to the bathroom, and his eyes turned black for a while.

She stretched out her hand to hold on to something, but she knocked over the flower pot, and the whole person staggered to the ground.

In the silence of the night, the slightest noise will be amplified.

Zhao Pingjin vaguely seemed to hear the sound of something breaking.

He stood up, and several figures hidden in the darkness immediately stepped forward, and Zhao Pingjin hurried upstairs.

He stood outside Xu He's door and knocked lightly at first, but there was no response from inside.

He took a step back and glanced at the bodyguard, who stepped forward and easily unlocked the door.

Zhao Pingjin pushed open the door.

In the small room, there is a soft carpet, warm furniture and flowers everywhere, and there are many lights in the room, all of which are on.

Xu He lay on the ground quietly, one arm was covered with blood, and under her, there was also a small dark blood stain gushing out.

"He'er ......"

He stepped forward, got down on one knee, and gently picked her up.

Her hair was messy on her cheeks, and he raised his hand and gently brushed her hair away, until his fingers touched a faint snort, and a heart suddenly fell to his belly.

Hurriedly went downstairs, the car was already ready, Zhao Pingjin carried her into the car, the car started, and on the slightly bumpy stone road, she opened her eyes in a daze.

At that moment, she suddenly felt like she had gone back a long time ago.

At that time, she and Jiang Huai had not completely broken off, and he took her to a relative's wedding.

Then Jianghuai hit her for the first time.

He carried her to the hospital, in the car, as if it was the same scene.

But at the time, he didn't like her at all.

Thinking of this, Xu He suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly, as if he liked her very much now.

It's just because she got and lost, but because she left too simply.

The pride of heaven can't stand being treated like this, so he will mistakenly think that this is the affection of the first awakening.

But at that time, she was the stupidest girl in the world.

And now, she won't be stupid anymore.

Xu He closed his eyes again.

Zhao Pingjin lowered his eyes to look at her, and gently brushed away the slightly messy hair on her forehead.

The wound on her arm had been treated simply, wrapped in a clean towel, and when he had just treated the injury, he saw the mottled scars on her arm, new and old, layered on top of each other.

He still remembered what she had been like.