Chapter 151

Shen Qianshu's words were like sour water hidden in the bottom of her heart for seven years. She exhaled cleanly in one breath. When she was on the edge of the cliff, she was not afraid of anything. She said everything she wanted to say in her heart.

Even if she died, she would close her eyes.

He and she are like two parallel lines, which should not intersect in this life.

Yeling looked at her deeply, without Shen Qianshu's expected rage or obsession. Her scarlet eyes seemed to be poured with cold water, and the mania slowly faded, and her blood became cold.

For the first time, he looked directly at Shen Qianshu's hatred.

It is also the first time to hear Shen Qianshu mention the lost child.

She never mentioned it.

It's like... It's her business, not his.

These seven years of pain and tears, she laughed off, as if she was born with copper skin and iron bone, which could not be broken or hurt. Those despair and tears were sealed in her memory and refused to share with anyone.

In those days, the naive and lovely little girl who was able to bend and stretch inevitably grew into a strong, independent and exquisite person.

"Shen Qianshu, in these seven years, is it better to die than to live alone?"

At least, you have children's paintings.

And I.

Nothing there?

Silence, like a natural moat, lies in the middle.

She and he stood at both ends of the world, separated by a long stream of grief.

He knew that she must be afraid.

Escaped without a trace.

It's not that he doesn't want to care, it's that he can't do anything.

She did not know how many times he had passed the abyss of death.

She did not know how many times he had survived despair by imagining the little princess.

She didn't know how many injuries he suffered were self inflicted.

She didn't know that he cut his artery and almost bled himself out.

She didn't know how much he wanted to stand in front of her healthily and listen to her shout "Sir".

But

He can't do it.

He worked hard for seven years and found in despair that he could not do it.

He has never lost a battle with heaven.

But lost to another self.

Shenqianshu, I can't do it, you know?

"Yeling, your disease is getting worse and worse." Shen Qianshu wiped away his tears. "Once you have obsession, you won't recognize yourself. If you ask me, I'm afraid of you."

"I'm afraid." Shen Qianshu looked at him sadly, "you can't control your demons, but you asked me if I'm afraid. I'm afraid that one day I die and children's painting will become an orphan. Therefore, I don't want to irritate you. I'm kind. I hope you won't step back. Don't look for any little princess on me, but you have to force me to tear up this scar. How cruel you are."

Ye Ling, "Luther said, you have given birth to a daughter, so for the past seven years, I have always thought it was a little princess, and I have not denied the existence of the child, let alone forgotten."

Shen Qianshu sneered. You clearly read the little princess.

The explanation sounded feeble to her.

Yeling didn't want to say anything more.

"Shen Qianshu, what do you want?" Yeling looked at her with a sneer, "I'll never see you again. I tell you, it's impossible. You'll die early."

Shen Qianshu was silent and did not refute.

Because, this is seven years later, Yeling appeared before her again, her idea.

Shen Qianshu touched his back waist, held the piece of glass, and suddenly pulled it out. The blood in one hand was similar to self mutilation. Her eyebrows didn't frown. Shen Qianshu's hand was dripping with blood, holding the glass fragment with long tail finger. The other hand held Ye Ling's wrist, and the back of his hand was also dripping with blood. Ye Ling's eyes shrank, staring at her hand.