She thought that when she hurt the person he cares about, he should hate her.

Looking down at the light white flowers embroidered on the hem of the skirt.

She suddenly smiled again.

She thought again, maybe... there will be no hatred...

Hate is born of love.

He never cared about her from beginning to end.

There was never her in his world.

When the nose is hot, a warm liquid flows out.

Liu Wanrou raised her hand to wipe it off, and her fingertips were scarlet.

The blood flowed more and more, the body felt more and more painful, but the pain was to the extreme and all the feelings became weaker.

A drop of blood fell down, on the hem of her clothes, just on the embroidery of her skirt.

The originally white flowers were dyed red and became wet.

As night fell, candlelight ignited. Liu Wanrou held the lamp and watched the flames lick the window curtain little by little, and the temperature gradually rose.

In other words, everything I did with Forsythia is because of unwillingness.

She never got his good, but Lian Qiao got everything.

Jealousy arises from the heart, and evil arises from the courage, and can't stand it.

And what really hurt her to the point of being completely damaged was his attitude.

No one in this world remembers her.

If she dies, it is best if she can't keep anything.

She didn't want others to deal with her body.

She has had enough of others' cold eyes in her life and has heard enough of rumors.

After her death, she would never pay attention to the eyes of those people and hear those words again.

She will stay where she belongs forever.

That night, a fire broke out in the Liu family in the capital.

The fire was burning all night, and everything was burned to ashes the next day.

There was a lot of discussion in the capital, saying that the Liu family suddenly caught fire last night, and the fire was so strong that it could not be extinguished.

A rich house turned into ruins overnight, which makes people feel sad.

When talking, I mentioned inadvertently that since the fire broke out, I have never seen a person running out of it.

After the fire, I never saw the master and lady in the house.

I think... I was probably buried in a fire.
Chapter completed!