C342 No one in the world 7

She suddenly closed her eyes and thought back to that year.

It was a sunny morning, and the ivy had already covered every corner of the campus, but she was sick and had nowhere to go. She sat alone under a big tree, looking like a withered blade of grass.

Her mother was about to be buried, but she didn't have the money to buy a plane ticket back.

She only had one thought left at that moment: How could she die so quickly and without pain? Hanging? Take sleeping pills? Jump into the river?

Just at this moment, Qiao Zhijun arrived.

He appeared in the sunlight, bringing about a dense fragrance, new hope, snow-white teeth, and a face full of smiles: "Hey, I'm Mu Qiaozhi, girl, are you sick? Do you need my help? "

Everything was like the beginning of a fairy tale.

From then on, he became the most important person in her life.

Qiao Zhi, he will never be a prop, he is the only one.

"Likun …" "Li Kun …"

His face was extremely pale, and his usually high-spirited eyes were now as helpless as a child who had done something wrong. He stuttered, not knowing what to say.

Pain? Regret?

It was as if the entire world had collapsed overnight.

At this time, Li Kun still did not look at Jiang Yueming. Her voice was exceptionally soft, as if she was whispering, "Qiao Zhi, are you happy with her?"

He didn't know how to answer.

Happy?

Even now, he still didn't understand how he came to this place … No no no, he actually lived in a very small number of houses, and he didn't know why he brought Jiang Yueming back to this place.

He had drunk too much last night and had almost lost consciousness.

He wanted to say: If I were awake, I would never come here.

However, he couldn't express these words. He was too shocked and terrified, and couldn't utter a single word.

Likun stared at him.

Maybe he's happy?

If he met Jiang Yueming, it would be the same as that Qu Cunzi who did not care what tricks he used back then.

Jiang Yueming, she has the charisma to make all the men in the world fall for her.

"Li Xiaobao, for an ordinary woman like you, no man would be crazy for you. No one has ever loved you, right?"

The words came out of the darkest recesses of his memory.

After so many years, she had almost forgotten all about those dark years — deliberately lightened, deliberately buried, never willing to let herself recall the filth of that time.

She never brought it up to Qiao Zhi or anyone else, just like the days after the second world war. Ben, vigorously revising history, tried to dress himself up as an innocent little lily.

But today, the Demon City of Memories was opened.

Every detail suddenly came into his mind.

She was trembling with fear.

"Li Kun …"

She turned and walked away.

"Likun …" "Li Kun, listen to me …" he cried, and ran after her.

The door was not closed because he had left in a hurry.

No one even noticed the other people in the room.

Jiang Yueming got off the bed. Sitting up, she casually grabbed a piece of cloth and draped it over her body. However, the smile on her face wasn't as smug as it had been — from beginning to end, they had almost forgotten about her.

The feeling of being superfluous was truly unbearable.

However, all of this will soon end, won't it?

She walked over to the mirror, not at all coquettishly, and she knew the charm of her back.

She had a small waist of 40 inches, a towering chest, and the facial features of a superb craftsman … She looked at herself in the mirror and saw the strawberry marks on her snow-white neck.