C107 (2/2)
After taking in a deep breath, the cold wind had filled his lungs to the point where he was unable to catch his breath. The windows were still bright and clean, and after he found his previous class, he was able to draw the outline of the motto and graffiti carved on the table.
At that time, her hair reached her waist and her family was not rich, but she lived a carefree life with no worries. She had a pampered but lively personality, groups of friends, and perfect boyfriend … In the empty corridor, the short-haired woman slowly crouched down and sobbed.
She did not know that a person could be this cruel. She had lost a leg, and she could clearly see a person, so she did not want to die like this. Under the gaze of those numb and emotionless eyes, she jumped.
She still remembered her previous name, Chen Cancan.
She ran with all her might, desperately trying to escape but was dragged into a dilemma by him. In the darkness, she kept complaining, ”Don't you love me? Why did you implicate me? I could have run out, just a little bit more! ”Why?!”
”…”
He said, ”I want to live...”
He repeated it again and again, stubbornly, until it finally became somewhat eerie.
On the seventh day, he dragged her by the feet and held her close, gently but unable to break free, his face against her face, sobbing softly, whether it was an act or an act, and she opened her mouth a little but couldn't say anything because he had bitten her wrist, sucked hard, greedily like a vampire, no, by then he was already a vampire.
She couldn't beat him because he had a mountain-climbing dagger in his hand, a faint blue blade. Because she didn't want to trouble him, she let him keep it, and the snacks in her bag had already been eaten up. He was still very good to her, eating her until her blood couldn't fill her stomach.
It was also that night that she gave up hope of living.
”I want to live.” He whispered into her ear. His eyes were filled with ruthlessness. She could not believe that this boy, who had always been gentle and considerate, sometimes even revealed a slightly shy expression. With her delicate facial features, scholarly face, and the thick aura from Scroll, her pupils became as hard to see through as if they were made of obsidian.
”Du Hao, I hate you. I wish I could eat your bones and blood, swallow your soul, and haunt you for all eternity …”
The corners of her lips curled upwards, a deep resentment bringing with it a destructive aura, a bone-chilling cold wind falling from her side, bringing with it all of her ruthlessness and lies. However, what awaited her was not hell, but the price of a leg.
Du Hao, when you return from your midnight dream, am I the same as before, or are my bones still the same?
She didn't go home after being rescued, and she didn't want to go home. Her mother and father had a new marriage after their divorce, and then she was taken by her mother, her brother by his father, and the family separated.
Then her mother died and committed suicide, and her stepfather married another woman, her current home. The two of them only had obligations towards her and did not give any feelings for her, and even if she was sent back with news of her death, they would only be surprised for a moment.
Therefore, she only sent some money to him anonymously every year. It could be said that she was doing her best and she did not intend to disturb him.
For the past few years, she was under her father's care. Her father had started a company, so the financial conditions were not bad, and he had installed an artificial limb for her, which had been recovering recently. Her brother had taken good care of her, but he looked at her as if she was a commodity, and in the end, she was still her biological daughter.