"I hope you will be lost at night."
"I regret never cherishing me."
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If, if she hadn't asked Yan Haoxiang to let her father out of prison, she should have thought of it long ago, how could Yan Haoxiang let her go?
In the past, the days with my father were all divided into countless pictures. Frames flashed before Song Jinan's eyes. She finally fell limp, covered her mouth and whimpered, crying until she could hardly breathe.
Yan Haoxiang walked in front of Song Jin'an, looked at her condescendingly for a while, then squatted down, stretched out his big hand with distinct joints, picked up Song Jin'an's face, and said in disgust,
yanhaoxiang"Song Jin'an, this is retribution."
Song Jin'an gritted his teeth and looked at Yan Haoxiang's eyes with hatred. Every word, his voice was very light but firm.
songjinan"Yan Haoxiang, I hate you."
Yan Haoxiang pursed his lips when he heard this, let go of his hand, and took out a handkerchief to wipe it with disgust, as if he had just touched some rubbish.
Song Jin'an's heart seemed to no longer hurt. She just sobbed slightly, with endless hatred in her eyes. She moved her hand on the floor, but only slowly half-clenched into a fist.
Yan Haoxiang straightened up and pursed his lips in a straight line. Looking at the hatred spreading in Song Jin'an's red eyes, he felt an inexplicable pain in his heart. The pain came and went quickly, as if he was being stung by a bee gently, but there was a dense pain in his heart.
He slightly lowered his good-looking eyes, just thinking that he couldn't bear it for a while, so he kept convincing himself that one life was one life, and Father Song's life was enough? he asked himself.
Not enough.
The voice in my heart replied.
He finally closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were all cold and thin. He put on a mocking and indifferent smile again, and cruelly made up another knife on Song Jinan's numb heart.
yanhaoxiang"This one is far from enough."
He heard himself say.
He didn't look at Song Jin'an's reaction anymore, turned around and walked lazily for a few steps. He was stunned when he heard the rapid footsteps coming from behind. When he turned around, he saw Song Jin'an pounce on him. He frowned and pushed Song Jin'an away fiercely. He watched her fall uncontrollably to the ground, and heard her small and slight cry out in pain. He opened his mouth, and the words he spit out were hoarse with surprise even to him.
It's like giving Ruan Yu back to the two words Song Jinan had thrown at her.
His expression was as cold and terrifying as if he had stabbed a sharp blade into Song Jin'an's heart. His fingers kept stirring in it, but he refused to give her a good time, and he just wanted to torture her to death.
Yan Haoxiang pinched his eyebrows, sat upright on the chair and was a little soft. He simply collapsed, his long eyelashes trembling slightly.
Song Jin'an wanted to kill him.
This thought actually gave him a sense of regret. Today, Song Jin'an would no longer look at him with loving eyes. All the warmth and enthusiasm no longer existed, and only hatred was left.
But what's wrong with him?
If Song Jinan hadn't killed Crispy Crispy, none of this would have happened.
He hated her more than she hated herself.
Yan Haoxiang closed his eyes, he said to himself over and over again.
Song Jin'an sat up from the floor with her right hand, looked at the bloody left hand, and there was a sharp shard of porcelain embedded in the wound. Her face was pale, and the corner of her mouth slowly raised a self-deprecating smile.
Look, even God doesn't want her to have a good time.
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