C137 Suicide (1/2)

Thinking of this, Gu Qing's large eyes flashed with a strange light. She bit her lips, crawled out of bed, and ran into the bathroom …

In the dim light of the bathroom, dense fog surrounded it.

Gu Qing was lying in the bathtub, feeling the warm water slowly seeping into her pores. However, she still felt incomparably cold.

She closed her eyes, hesitated, then slowly moved the razor blade she'd found in the bathroom to her wrist. The corner of her mouth curled into a cold smile. Without hesitation, she viciously slashed twice.

A heart-wrenching pain spread from her wrist to her whole body. She was in so much pain that she moaned. As the cry came out, so did the tears. However, she smiled.

Since she couldn't get rid of Sorrowless, she knew in her heart that he was too strong. It was impossible for her to take revenge on him in this lifetime.

Then... She had turned herself into the nightmare of his life, and he was too frightened to sleep every time he thought about it.

Gu Qing lay powerlessly in the bathtub as she stared expressionlessly at the ceiling. His vision began to waver, becoming darker and darker. His vision became hazy, but … There were some things she could see clearly.

That year, she curled up in his arms and forced him to stay with her while she watched TV. She watched Korean dramas while he wiped away her tears.

That year, on a sunny afternoon, when she slept on the sofa on the balcony with her head in his lap and held a novel and read leisurely, he would try to keep her company no matter how busy he was, and then he would always consciously stuff her with his favorite snacks …

That year, although she didn't love him, she would always ask him some random questions, and he would always answer them seriously.

In those years, he had often said to her, ”Qing Qing, if you fall in love with me, I will make you happier!”

But the truth?!

She had never had a good day since she fell in love with him.

Could love really not have two wishful thinking? Could it be that a man who had been too successful was so fond of challenges? Did men really like to play with their hearts and not know how to appreciate a woman's feelings?

What he said was right. The more a man loves a woman, the shallower his love would become. In the end, his love would be as light as water. Whereas a woman loves a man, but the more she loves, the deeper she goes, to the point of being unable to extricate herself.

If this was the punishment for her falling in love, then she received it.