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She blinked her eyes numbly and mechanically. The memory of more than ten years ago surged up in a flash. She was held on the ground by drunken thugs to pick up clothes, trying to be vividly remembered with strong pictures.

Clear, just like what happened yesterday.

At that time, she was as desperate as she is now.

But they pressed her to death and pressed her hands and feet.

She cried bitterly at that time, thinking that she was hopeless. When she was desperate, she heard the gangsters shouting, "boss, someone is coming."

Someone coming? Someone's coming?

She cried out subconsciously, "help, help me, mmm..."

The mouth was covered with death, and the broken words in the throat followed.

She couldn't speak. She could only look at the man who broke into the alley with her dim tears.

With one hand in his trousers pocket, he came against the moonlight. His facial features were hidden in the dark, so that people could not see his expression clearly. Only the cigarette in his mouth was clearly extinguished in the night.

He is very tall, the moonlight pulls his figure very long, all over the body sends out a kind of King's breath, inexplicably frightening.

At that moment, she seemed to see the hope, struggling to send out the broken words from her throat for help.

However, he is like an ordinary passer-by, directly from her side over, even look at the ground was bullied by her one eye.

He refused to save her, and her despair wrapped her. Her tears wet her face, but her eyes were still looking at him, until he suddenly stopped walking,

it seemed that he took a deep breath of smoke. He looked back. In the faint smoke, the deep words were very clear in the silent lane, "hello..."

Moonlight fell on his face, his facial features are clear and deep, blue eyes like the essence of the cream, "let go of that student sister."

At a glance, the city is in full swing.

From then on, it was completely occupied, and it was out of control.

Seven years of missing become crazy, five years of grief.

It turned out that she remembered everything that happened to him, good or bad, so clearly.

Her underwear shoulder belt was torn off, and her lips were stained with a grim smile, but if she chose, she would rather that he had never saved her at that time.

Without hope, you won't know what despair is.

Without joy, you won't know what pain is.

Fall from heaven to hell, good pain, really good pain.

He let her taste the most bitter taste in the world, felt the most difficult pain in the world, such pain, such pain, she did not want to have a second time.

Anyway, her body is not clean.

At that time, because of his rescue, her innocence has been preserved, but in the end, he was also the one who violently took away her innocence.

A thought is a Buddha and a thought is a devil.

She closed her eyes in pain, tears ooze out of the corners of her eyes, so, don't struggle, don't resist, anyway, it's already dirty, can't be washed clean, what's the matter?

What's the difference between being forced by others and being forced by others?

Hearing the sound of releasing the belt, she even had some bad thoughts. He thought that his own things were suddenly touched by others. He would be very painful.

When she is crazy, she is in a state of insanity.

But he is a patient himself, so he is more serious.

Isn't it revenge?

"Bang --"

the door of the bathroom was kicked open, accompanied by a man's wild animal like roar, "willow!"

She suddenly thought of his cool and indifferent posture in the moonlight when he walked into the alley many years ago.

The warm liquid slid down the corner of her eyes. She felt very tired and tired. Then she heard her weak voice, "Sheng You Ting, don't save me..."