One thousand three thousand six hundred and seventy-two.
The dagger in his hand still had the sticky and warm touch of blood.
Chu Shangli finally succeeded.
She finally killed the ungrateful and ungrateful sister Chu Moyin who had killed her and her fiancé's family, seized all her property and imprisoned her.
Red blood seeped through the black suit with silver lines, black hair like floating clouds scattered on the ground, and a pair of almond-shaped eyes were wide open looking at the ceiling.
With eyes wide open, of course.
After all, my attack was quite sudden, and she must have died with regrets.
But I can't figure out her expression when she died.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, making him look like he was smiling.
Connecting the words that came out of her throat when she was killed by him -
"You did it, you finally did it - now you can be free, I am very relieved, thank you -"
"Goodbye, no, good night, Ali, I wish you a sweet dream."
After saying these ambiguous words, Chu Moyin died.
What do those words mean?
But it didn't matter anymore. What mattered was that she had finally succeeded in her revenge, and that she could finally escape this dark prison.
No, if you think about it carefully, it's just a cage, it can't be called dark and gloomy at all...
It's not a small dungeon or a dark and damp little house.
Brand new translucent floor tiles, decorated with pebbles and brightly colored everlasting flowers underneath, the stamens of the everlasting flowers are replaced by soft-colored LED lights.
The living room has a soft sofa, a large TV, and a porcelain fruit plate on the coffee table, which is always filled with fresh seasonal fruits. There are bright floor-to-ceiling windows, and the midday sun shines through the huge window glass onto the ground, and you can see the garden full of pink roses outside the window.
The four walls of the study are covered with books, with a computer placed in the middle. The bookshelves are also stocked with the latest magazines and newspapers published every day according to the schedule.
The bedroom was decorated with glass bead curtains and a huge round bed covered with purple gauze curtains.
Although it is not very large, the layout is very complete and even perfect, and the comfort is impeccable.
The most exaggerated one is probably the kitchen——
There is a huge refrigerator, kitchen utensils and ingredients, various spices and seasonings that are not commonly seen in daily life, everything is available - even a low-temperature slow cooker, a centrifuge and the like are available.
For Chu Shangli, who loves cooking and dreams, this house is simply the embodiment of her ideal - all her dreams from her youth are presented before her eyes.
If this was her and Lord Fan's new home after their marriage, she would be so happy that she would not be able to sleep for days, and would cook the most delicious food for Lord Fan in various ways, so that he would touch her head and praise her for being "delicious".
But now, no matter how gorgeous or beautiful this place was, it was ultimately just a dirty fly deliberately trying to disgust her. The brighter the colors, the bleaker her life seemed—even breathing was unusually difficult.
Every minute and every second makes people feel depressed and suffocated.
Now, she can finally leave here.
Even if her previous experience here was unpleasant, it was also the place where she had lived for several years.
She actually felt a little nostalgic—
However, no matter how much I miss it, this is the last time...
She took one last look at the rose-colored wallpaper and the newly grown cabbages in the garden outside the glass window, then pushed open the door with a determined expression on her face.
The light from the sun fell on her body, warm but extremely dazzling. She couldn't help but raise her hands to cover her eyes.
The view before me began to melt in the sunlight.
Collapsed, blurred and distorted vision.
Crash.
There was the sound of gurgling water in my ears.
She seemed to be pushed into the endless deep sea, and then returned to the warm amniotic fluid.
She frantically waved her limbs, struggling to find a way out.
In the light and shadow, a hand reached out to her and grabbed her arm.
She also grabbed the other person's arm as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw, and gradually left the endless abyss.
"Fan... Sir..."
She gently called out the name that had haunted her dreams, and her once blurred vision was finally brightened again.
But when she saw the face hanging above her head, she couldn't help but scream out -
Apricot-shaped eyes, dark blue pupils, like the dark night, but that night is decorated with the brightest moon——
Her small mouth was neither raised nor tilted to one side in mockery; it was a completely straight line. Through her deep eyes and her flat expression, it was impossible to tell whether she was sad or happy.
Even if this face turned to ash, she would still recognize it.
That was the face of an angel, a devil, that was branded into her soul.
"Chu Moyin, why is it you?"
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