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A smile of self mockery appeared on his lips. Really, what is he thinking?

The two words "absurd" can best describe his inexplicable idea. How can he do such a thing?

Isn't this a betrayal of ah Ting?

Like to prove that he is just a brain short road, Sheng Tianchen bit teeth, no longer care about the situation in the ward, head also did not return to leave.

But in the ward, Liu Liu is still smashing things. She smashes everything she can, but she still thinks it is not enough. Finally, she simply picks up the chair, smashes the mirror and smashes the tea table.

She smashed, while laughing unscrupulously, laughing tears like broken beads, constantly falling, full of only one thought: she, really killed.

She knew clearly that she had killed her. She knew clearly that Qin Shijia wanted to kill her. She was trying to protect herself. She was not wrong. But when she got mad, she died of this idea.

She killed Qin Shijia. If she killed Qin Shijia, she would kill her. There was no reason or excuse. Before she killed Qin Shijia, she could swear that she was not a murderer.

What about now?

Does she dare to say that she is not a murderer?

Dare you?

Her hands were stained with blood, and she was determined to get rid of the crime of murder, but now she has no chance to get rid of it.

Why should God be so cruel to her?

What did she do wrong?

God wants to tease her again and again, torture her, and even refresh her bottom line again and again?

She really can't bear it. She's going to collapse. She's going to go crazy. Why don't you let her go?

Why why why???

She seemed to have no idea, as if she was trapped in a magic barrier and went crazy. She kept crying why. She raised her hand and overturned the bedside table and made a violent noise.

It is especially clear in the silent night.

Just as she was about to lift off the other side of the bedside table, the man smoking in the hospital bed finally pinched the cigarette, grabbed her wrist, and fiercely went to his arms.

In a second, he was carried into her arms.

She is not willing to submit so easily. She is a patient and a madman now. She instinctively wants to get rid of him, SMASH him with her head, and bite him with her teeth, but he just won't let go.

Even if it is the skin of the bite, blood dripping, he seems to feel no pain, still holding her, not willing to let go, not to stop her.

He only thought she wanted to vent, so let it go. He let her do whatever she wanted. As long as she felt better in her heart, he felt good.

Later, she seemed to know that hitting him didn't work, biting him didn't work, just struggling, struggling to get up from his arms.

But when she lifted it, she was pressed back once.

If you lift it twice, you're pushed back twice.

So again and again, again and again.

She is like a small animal in distress. She can't get rid of the cage and the whirlpool of fate. She can only scream in despair. She sobs in his arms and murmurs something in his mouth.

She cried too much, and her pronunciation was vague. He pursed his lips for a long time to distinguish what she was saying.

She said, "I killed."