Wen Yao had never seen such a cold and murderous look in her eyes.
In front of him, she was harmless and weak in the early stage, and elegant and noble in the later stage. She seemed to be able to always perfectly control her facial expressions and emotions.
He had never seen it.
This out-of-control side of Panshu.
Wen Yao locked her ankles tightly with trembling hands. When the lock clicked, her soul seemed to be imprisoned as well.
She pushed him away fiercely and staggered towards the man lying in a pool of blood.
She cried bitterly while holding the man's body.
The iron chains made a chilling sound in the heavy air.
Wen Yao's limbs felt cold.
His eyes were fixed on Panshu.
They are like lovers who are forced to separate and suffer from the pain, and he is the executioner.
Ban Shu was almost dragged back by Wen Yao.
The blood left a striking and glaring mark on the clean floor.
She was like a rag doll without a soul.
Wen Yao was horrified to find that she seemed to not want to live anymore.
He looked after her every day.
But she still took advantage of the loophole.
When Wen Yao found her, her arms were already covered with scars. She took such good care of her body.
The murder weapon was just a pair of chopsticks that she had secretly hidden.
How much ruthlessness does this require?
Wen Yao didn't know.
He smoked a lot that day, his voice almost hoarse, "Do you regret it? Do you regret following me?"
He originally thought that Panshu would just sit silently in the corner of the bed as usual, but to his surprise, she spoke.
He was ecstatic.
Because she was willing to talk to him.
Because she had not seen the sun for a long time, her skin was pale, sickly and weird, but her delicate and beautiful facial features were still dazzling.
She opened her mouth and spoke word by word, "I was too greedy."
She was greedy and wanted money, power and his love. She got his love but failed to kill him in time.
Wen Yao didn't understand.
Later, she put drugs in his food. She never lacked men who were eager to please her.
She stole his gun again.
There was a knife under the pillow.
It's almost like finding the right opportunity to kill him.
Wen Yao dodged her again and again, then gently held her in his arms and kissed her forehead, just like the most loving couple in the world, even though they were sleeping in the same bed but had different dreams.
Later, she stopped trying to kill him.
Perhaps she realized that no matter what she did, it would be futile. She always judged the situation and was very smart.
Until he returns from his mission.
Open the bedroom door.
There was a gentle and joyful smile on her face.
But when he saw the room full of blood, his whole body became stiff and cold.
The incredibly beautiful woman lay quietly in the bathtub, with sticky, thick blood dripping down her wrist. Wen Yao didn't know when he walked up to her.
He suddenly lost all his strength.
Kneeling on the ground in embarrassment.
With trembling hands, he held the woman tightly in his arms, "Banshu... don't sleep..."
"Don't sleep, open your eyes... look at me..."
"Don't you hate me? I'm going to die right now, okay? Ah..."
"……sorry."
"I won't lock you up anymore, okay?"
"Shushu..."
"I love you."
Love grows wildly under the watering of distorted hatred.
Hate also becomes the nourishment of love.
On the day she died.
The proud man finally lowered his head in defeat, surrendering without any resistance.
He originally thought that he and she would be entangled in love and hate for the rest of their lives.
She owed him.
He owed her.
The bond between the two has long been unbreakable.
But he didn't realize it until she died -
She couldn't kill him.
But there are thousands of ways to kill yourself.
She cannot decide the life or death of others.
But it can decide hers.
How ridiculous.
A very light, very gentle, very helpless sigh slowly rang out from the room filled with dullness and the smell of blood. "You know, right? You know I will die with you. You always scheme against me."
Wen Yao quietly hugged his dead lover.
Waiting for death to come.
Nearly ten years of love-hate entanglement, at that moment, in death, hatred turned into an even stronger love.
It's snowing.
Unfortunately, he nailed the window shut tightly.
I could only barely see the white snow outside the window through the gap.
Wen Yao's eyes gradually became hot and red.
A tear fell straight down.
——God, I have saved so many people in my life, but I can’t save myself.
——But if I had the chance again, I would still choose to meet her on that snowy day, fall in love with her, and become entangled with her fate until we are inextricably linked.
She is very bad.
But I love her very much.
…
So that's how it is.
It's actually like this.
Ban Shu slowly lifted her heavy eyelids, her eyes slightly dull.
The suffocating feeling still lingered in my heart.
so.
She thought Ji Heng died because of her again, lost control of her emotions, and chose to commit suicide to end her life.
Her violent mood swings attracted the attention of the main system.
Qiqi left this time because of her.
Banshu gently blinked her moist eyes, turned her head to look out the window, and tears instantly burst out.
This was what Fu Cen saw when he opened the door.
His heart suddenly ached.
"Shushu."
Pan Shu looked at Fu Cen at the door and forced a smile.
She already owed him her life.
She couldn't afford to owe him a second life...
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