"There are some things that you can't find by returning the same way."
- No.
He rushed up the stairs at the fastest speed in his life, then ran to the bedroom door and pushed the door hard, only to find that it had been locked from the inside.
He was stunned, and the unease in his heart became stronger and stronger. He forced himself to calm down before he remembered that there was a set of spare keys in the study.
When he got the key and opened the bedroom door with trembling hands, he looked around the room several times without hesitation.
No, not at all.
Where is Song Jin'an?
The corners of Yan Haoxiang's eyes gradually turned red, and suddenly his eyes swept across the bathroom.
Yes, the bathroom.
Must be in the bathroom!
Yan Haoxiang rushed over and opened the sliding door, his eyes froze framed on the small door on the side, the door was closed, Yan Haoxiang could almost confirm that Song Jinan was inside.
He hurried over with the key, shaking his hands and trying to unlock it, only to find that he had long forgotten which key the little door was, because it was rarely locked.
He almost went mad in a hurry, kicked the door hard, his voice was hoarse, he didn't know if Song Jin'an could hear, but he still spoke,
yanhaoxiang"Song Jin'an, if you dare to have an accident, try it!"
Song Jin'an's dagger was about to cover his wrist, but he was startled by the sound of kicking the door. The knife fell to the ground, and the sound of ping ping ping pong was very clear, and Yan Haoxiang heard it.
He knew what Song Jinan was doing.
She actually wanted to kill herself!
Yan Haoxiang tried over and over again and finally tried out the correct key, but even if he opened the door quickly, it was still too late.
Song Jin'an was kneeling on the ground. A long blood-red scar on his white wrist was particularly dazzling.
Bright red blood was dripping down the arm little by little.
But she still didn't give up, and tried to cut her hand a few more times with the dagger. The moment Yan Haoxiang saw this scene, he almost went crazy.
He rushed over fiercely and hit Song Jin'an's dagger on the ground, raised his hand and pinched her chin, forcing her to look up at him.
But she just smiled, her eyes full of indifference and mockery.
He roared angrily,
yanhaoxiang"Song Jinan, are you *ing sick?"
Although Song Jin'an looked at him, his attention didn't seem to be on him, and he didn't want to answer his question at all.
There was a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart, and his eyes were full of loss.
yanhaoxiang"Doesn't it hurt if the knife cuts on your hand?"
Song Jin'an still didn't speak, and Yan Haoxiang's wrist, which was pinched to stop the bleeding at the same time, moved impatiently.
Yan Haoxiang's eyes flashed, he let go of the big hand that controlled Song Jinan's chin, lowered his eyes, looked at the floor, and said word by word, his throat was extremely hoarse,
yanhaoxiang"You just want to leave me?"
This time, Song Jin'an spoke, but he answered the question that Yan Haoxiang least wanted her to answer.
Yan Haoxiang's heart pain suddenly hit, he snorted, his chest was so stuffy that he couldn't breathe.
It really hurts.
Even if Song Jin'an died, he didn't want to stay by his side.
This realization made him more miserable.
But he didn't want to let go, he didn't want to, really didn't want to.
He didn't want to push her away, he just wanted her to laugh in front of him, cry in front of him, do everything in front of him.
Just don't leave him.
Song Jin'an, I beg you.
jideguanzhushoucangdakaThe end is the knife.
jideguanzhushoucangdakaTo prepare you mentally.
