C1009 (1/2)

She still remembered that the flesh and blood were cut, and the heartrending pain in her throat, as if there were thousands of fires burning and thousands of knives piercing.

She still remembered that when he came to visit the prison and looked at her, his strange and deep eyes, and the cold radian of his lips, he asked her, ”Liu Liu, what's it like to be in prison?”

Unable to speak, she could only smash the bulletproof glass of the inspection room like crazy, trying to beat him, bite him and kill him.

But he said to her with a smile, ”it's good to see you in such pain, I'm relieved.”

Her eyes were red, and hatred almost devoured her. She swung her chair and smashed into the glass, and her throat uttered painful, fragmented sounds.

She's completely mad. She's just a madman. She just wants to kill him.

But she can't kill him, she can't kill, she's in pain, she's desperate, she picked up one chair after another, smashed the glass, refused to give up.

The guards rushed up and dragged her away. She yelled wildly and wanted to scold her, but she couldn't resist and was violently carried away.

Sheng You Ting! Sheng You Ting! I hate you!

There was pain in her throat, and her throat was sweet. What she wanted to say could not be uttered, but turned into the brightest liquid and gushed out of her mouth.

How could she have forgotten the hysterical past?

”You say, say you are angry, say you are jealous.”

He bit her lip, his voice was thick and bewitching, but it was also full of begging and sadness,

”said you would stay by my side forever and never go anywhere.”

At this moment, this high man unloaded all the arrogance, cruelty and tyranny, the posture is like the sand in the dust, ”I want to hear, I want to listen, good, you coax me, OK?”

Her eyes are sour, acid only want to shed tears, but the tears are stubborn, a drop can not fall down, throat as if blocked a wet cotton ball, uncomfortable about to suffocate.

Sheng Youting, what qualifications do you have for me to say?

Everyone in the world is qualified, but you are the least qualified.

Five years ago, you took the sharpest knife, cruelly put my whole heart, engraved with Sheng You Ting's three words heart, fought for your life to love your heart, a little bit of living stripping.

At that time, I had a good pain, really good pain, every cell in the whole body was shouting, I hurt, I hurt!

How long did it take her to numb herself, to get used to it, and not to hurt herself? But five years later, how could he feel that the lost heart could grow back?

If she could, she would like to bite his neck, tear his flesh, and tell him in his ear, ”Sheng You Ting, I don't love you anymore. I didn't love you five years ago.”

The most simple, the most time-consuming.

But now she can't. He has mental problems. She's a complete psychopath. She has more important things to do. She can't provoke him. She has to endure until the time is right to gouge out his heart.

Let him taste the pain she suffered.

”Liu Liu, why don't you say a word?” he asked

Why not?

She also wants to say, what can be said?

You can't say what you want to say.

Those who disobey the will can't say it.

What else can she do but choose silence?

With a twinkle of pain, she laughed, with infinite sadness in her smile.