What do you think when your body is sinking under the pull of gravity?
Yang Shushu found that she hadn't thought about anything. Until the world in front of her eyes turned dark, only one thought flashed through her mind -
On the 17th floor, he must have fallen into the mud, right?
I really want to say to that young man who is so desperate that he wants to jump: You are so damn brave!
But, it was all mud, so why could she still think? Why could she hear the rustling of fabrics rubbing against each other, and also hear—
"Don't even think about escaping from me. Your sins haven't been completely atoned for. You all owe me your lives. Even if you have to die, you must die by my hands."
In a daze, she heard these words. The voice was faint, like a stone immersed in the underworld, gloomy, cold and hard.
At this moment, she felt her breath stop, and the darkness in front of her eyes suddenly became like a torn cloth, instantly revealing a ray of light. Her pupils, which suddenly received the light, shrank tightly, and finally reflected a strange face.
A young, handsome, yet extremely hideous and distorted face was right above her, his eyes filled with red hatred, and her neck was being strangled by his hands.
Where did this madman come from? She tried to struggle, but eventually fell into coma again due to stagnation of breathing.
But this time it was no longer completely dark. Countless images flashed before her eyes, like the legendary kaleidoscope. Each frame was a picture of someone's life, and that person actually had the same name as her - Yang Shushu.
The revolving lantern of the same name died out the moment the knife cut her wrist and blood flowed into a line. At the last moment, she heard a light and ethereal voice -
"Live well..."
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Falling into darkness again, this time, Yang Shushu thought it was over, but unexpectedly, she opened her eyes again and saw the hideous and distorted face again.
However, at this time, the face had stopped being distorted. He sat quietly by the window, looking out. The sunlight shone on the side of his face, making his originally handsome face look almost psychedelic. The glasses on his high nose reflected the light in the sunlight, and when he turned his head, it directly obscured the look in his eyes.
Yang Shushu didn't say anything. She had seen this face before, except for the time when he pinched her when she just woke up, and the time when she just saw a man's life in a cursory manner. This man could be said to be the beginning of the tragedy in her life.
When the man saw her wake up, the corners of his mouth sank for a moment, but then froze in an instant: "Yang Shushu, I underestimated you. Committing suicide? Do you think you are qualified?"
Yang Shushu still didn't say anything. She knew the name Yang Shushu. In that video, the person from her perspective was also called Yang Shushu. But she didn't understand. She didn't know this man, but why did she look at her like an enemy?
Seeing that she didn't speak, the man slowly stood up and walked out into the sunlight. The lenses could no longer hide the look in his eyes, which were filled with coldness.
What a waste of such a good-looking face, Yang Shushu thought.
The man walked up to her and bent down. Yang Shushu instinctively dodged backwards. She had just woken up and this man was about to strangle her. In the dream, this man showed some masked tenderness except when he started to pursue Yang Shushu. At other times, whenever this man appeared, he either looked like he wanted to kill someone or was cold and violent. In the image, she could feel Yang Shushu's fear of this man, and this seemed to be implanted in her intuition.
But this was only a momentary reaction. As for Yang Shushu, she was not afraid, but more on guard. Who knew if he would come over and strangle her again? Who knew if she would wake up again?
Seeing her frightened look, the man couldn't help but smile, his mouth twitching slightly twice: "Don't be afraid, we are husband and wife, how could I hurt you, it's just Shushu..."
The man was like an intermittent psychopath, sometimes cold and sometimes gentle. At this moment, his eyes became extremely gentle. If Yang Shushu had not seen the look on his face when he was about to strangle herself, she would have really believed his lies.
The man leaned over, his hands supporting either side of her pillow. They stared at each other, back and forth. Yang Shushu wanted to speak, but when she opened her mouth, she found her throat was dry and no sound came out. She gave up and just stared at the man, looking into his somewhat frightening gentle eyes, and listened to him say, "It's just Shushu... I value you so much, how could you run away with another man? This makes me very sad, do you know?"
"..." Yang Shushu wanted to say, you deserve it. You used tricks to separate childhood sweethearts who were in love with each other. It would be fine if you loved them, at least you still had the love to be their lover, but you threw it aside after getting it. A scumbag like you would not think it was enough to wear a hundred green hats.
In the reel just now, she saw another Yang Shushu and another story, a story that was once beautiful but ended in tragedy, and the man in it did not play a righteous role.
The man looked into Yang Shushu's eyes and suddenly felt something strange. He tilted his head and then lowered it. The distance between them was so close that they could almost feel each other's breathing. The man stared into Yang Shushu's eyes through his glasses. In those dark pupils, Yang Shushu faintly saw her own shadow. Although it was not a mirror, no one would not recognize themselves. But the face reflected in those pupils was not the face she had seen for more than 20 years.
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