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She didn't understand. She really didn't understand. She was Sheng Xiaoyi five years ago and Liu Liu Liu five years later. Why can't a Ting's woman be her?

Where is she inferior to them?

She wants a face with a face and a figure. She is still the president's daughter, and her status is extremely noble. Why doesn't ah Ting love her?

Just, if you don't understand, you don't want to. Since he doesn't love her, she will kill who he loves.

The night grew deeper and deeper, and it began to rain gradually. The night did not stop, but turned smaller in the morning of the next day.

Sheng Youting didn't want anyone to accompany him. He drove away at dawn.

Passing the flower shop, he stopped and walked in.

The owner of the florist was busy with his work. When he heard the wind chime ringing at the door and didn't even lift his head, he blurted out, "welcome. What kind of flowers do you need?"

After a long silence, the boss finally raised his head from the bouquet he had trimmed in hand, and then froze.

She swore that she had never seen such a good-looking man in her life, like the most outstanding role of God, and it was amazing.

At the same time, the other side's thin lip slightly lifted, the voice was low and dumb, "is there any flower type that can express guilt?"

After a night's rain, the people in the ward were in extreme discomfort. They slowly opened their eyelids and pressed their palms on their waists. It was very hard for them to feel empty.

It's hard all over.

Is it raining?

She looked out of the window. It was dark and the rain was pattering.

It was raining, and her body seemed to be more accurate than anything else.

"Awake?"

A gentle voice came.

Liu Liu propped up her eyelids and looked at the sound source.

The young doctor, wearing a white coat and frame glasses, sat by the hospital bed with a faint bruise on the fundus of his eyes. "How is it better?"

"Doctor Sheng."

Liu Liu heard her dry and hoarse voice, like an old man in the twilight, "I had a nightmare that I killed."

Sheng Tianchen's look, full of complexity, "don't think about it, it's just a dream. If you wake up, you'll forget what should be forgotten."

"But I can't forget it."

A touch of if there is no bleakness beside her lips, she said, "I dream, my hands are covered with blood, no, I am covered with blood, as if born in purgatory, soaked in the blood pool."

"I killed. I'm guilty. I'm scared. I don't think I'll ever be saved in my life. I really kill."

Liu Liu didn't cry, even a drop of tears in his eyes, but Sheng Tianchen felt more and more that such a willow made people feel more distressed.

He wanted to control himself, but he still couldn't control it. He asked the last question he should ask, "Liu Liu, if one day you have a chance to leave ah Ting, will you go?"

Under the rain patter, the whole cemetery was shrouded in the rain curtain, rendering a kind of extreme sadness.

The man carrying a black umbrella, holding flowers into the cemetery, far away to see an independent tombstone, standing a touch of human figure.

There was no surprise on his face and his steps did not stop at all. Finally, he stood at the side of the person and heard his sarcastic voice,

"I think that in five years, you have forgotten what day it is."