Jiang Jie felt so painful all over.
The pain was so severe that he almost died... He wished he could die immediately.
But he was never willing to give up.
This well-behaved and docile young boy, looked down upon by Xie Chen, actually has great ambitions in his heart.
He wants to drive away all the annoying men around his sister.
In my sister's eyes and heart, there is only Jiang Jie.
He curled his blood-red lips, and his handsome face, which was almost androgynous, showed a hint of evil, but it was not annoying at all.
Spend every second with my sister.
Everyone is so happy.
It felt like a hundred butterflies were flying in my heart.
My sister said she liked him.
One hundred butterflies flew far and wide.
He was supposed to go for bloodletting today, but the boy suddenly remembered that today was the seventh year since he was rescued by her.
Seven whole years.
He told Shang Ting about this, but unexpectedly Shang Ting agreed to postpone the bloodletting for a few days.
Today is a really good day, the boy thought.
He ran happily to Banshu's room.
The door was not closed tightly, as if a gap was left intentionally.
Saw an ambiguous scene indoors.
Click.
The hundred butterflies in the boy's heart wilted and died.
Jiang Jie blinked and thought silently, okay, it's been long enough, it's time for her to push Xie Chen away.
One second.
Two seconds.
Jiang Jie stood for a long time until his calves were numb.
Well, we are still not separated.
Jiang Jie moved his cold fingertips and suddenly remembered that Xie Chen once told him that his sister loved him the most, and whether he asked for a kiss or something else, his sister would agree to it.
At that time, Jiang Jie didn't believe it and laughed out loud without any hesitation.
But in the end, he asked again: What would it mean if my sister agreed to do that kind of thing for him?
Xie Chen thought for a while and said: It must be because of love.
From then on, a small, persistent seed was planted in Jiang Jie's heart.
——To do that kind of thing with my sister.
Jiang Jie lowered his eyes and was about to leave when he suddenly heard the young man gasp and ask, "Sister, I want you, will you give it to me?"
God knows how nervous Jiang Jie was.
He held his breath.
While waiting for Panshu's answer, he thought smugly.
Xie Chen is really overestimating his own abilities. How could his sister easily agree to something that even Jiang Jie couldn't do?
My sister likes ginger mustard the most.
"Yeah. Later."
The hundred butterflies in Jiang Jie's heart died again. This time, they couldn't die any more.
Never going to live again.
Jiang Jie covered his heart, which was empty, with nothing but a bloody wound.
But he felt the pain clearly.
Jiang Jie wondered in confusion, why was it hurting? Was he about to grow a heart?
That's a really good thing.
But no.
It just hurts.
He fluttered his eyelashes in disappointment, muttered something, and his lips were frighteningly pale.
"Sister just likes Jiang Jie, that's all. But sister loves Xie Chen."
Jiang Jie has never been to school and is an illiterate boy who knows nothing, but he knows that liking and loving are different.
That moment.
Jiang Jie felt a little resentful towards his sister.
Xie Chen was so annoying, bullying him because he knew nothing and always squeezing him, but Jiang Jie would also be secretly sad.
Before he knew it, Jiang Jie's eyes were filled with tears.
He turned around and returned to the cold laboratory in silence.
Facing Shang Ting's surprised gaze, he rolled up his sleeves and said, "Let the blood flow."
Shang Ting glanced at him without saying a word. He picked up a knife and cut his wrist. After letting the blood out, Shang Ting said indifferently, "You won't live for many days. Take advantage of these few days to visit Shushu more."
After all, there will be no chance in the future.
Jiang Jie finally couldn't hold back his tears, "She doesn't want me anymore."
Blood soaked his snow-white shirt.
Jiang Jie waited quietly for the wound to stop bleeding. He lowered his sleeve and stood up, his whole body trembling. He couldn't even walk steadily.
"I still have a few days."
Shang Ting didn't look up, but lowered his eyes as he moved his pile of cold equipment. "Three days at most."
"I'm dead. Don't tell my sister."
Shang Ting finally raised his eyes, gave him a condescending look, and nodded in agreement.
These men are not good people.
This one in front of me is even worse.
But Jiang Jie knew that they were reluctant to tell their sister.
He died for his sister.
My sister will remember him forever.
These men won't let that happen.
Jiang Jie didn't want to either, because he didn't want his sister to be sad.
Even if she forgets him.
No one in this world remembers Jiang Jie anymore.
Jiang Jie is a humble and shallow person. He has nothing except a decent appearance.
…
The third to last day.
He sat quietly beside his sister for a whole day.
…
The second to last day.
Jiang Jie took off all his clothes.
But my sister still didn't want him.
My sister said that he looked very bad and needed to rest more.
oh.
All right.
…
The last day.
Jiang Jie couldn't even crawl anymore.
He held on to his last breath, hid in a dark corner, and took a last look at his sister while gasping for breath.
Tears streamed down her pale cheeks.
The hundred butterflies in Jiang Jie's heart came back to life.
Because my sister was smiling happily.
He slowly closed his eyes.
All my internal organs hurt, it hurts so much.
Slowly, the boy could no longer hear anything. The life of the 19-year-old boy was about to end.
Jiang Jie was born without a father and grew up struggling in the mud. Before he could understand life and was still fighting with others for half a meat bun, the end of the world came.
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