The phone vibrated again, and the system's urging sounds kept ringing. I took a deep breath, turned over and got out of bed, holding on to the creaking iron frame bed with my hands. The cold touch from my fingertips was like a knife, accurately cutting through the layers of memories.
Seven years ago, I had the same cold feeling, piercing my back and piercing my chest. When Zhao Wuhen attacked me secretly, the poison-quenched dagger was also at the same temperature.
"Brother Chen, don't blame me for being cruel. You've blocked the way of too many people."
When Zhao Wuhen said this, he still had a smile on his face, and his eyes were as clean as a pool of clear water. I never thought that the man who has been with me for five years and has been my brother would personally send me to see the King of Hell.
The poison took effect faster than I imagined, and my whole body felt like it was on fire and frozen. I fell on the dry grass beside the cliff, watching the moonlight being swallowed up by the dark clouds, and my consciousness dissipating little by little.
The last scene was of Zhao Wuhen turning around and leaving. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. The fire flickered in the darkness and then went out completely.
I just said, I should hate this person. But after waking up and looking at the ceiling of this shabby rental house, I found that I was actually very calm.
It's not that I don't hate it, but in the past seven years, I have sharpened my hatred into a knife and hid it in the deepest part. When I need to use it, I will take it out, stain it with the blood of my enemies, and polish it again.
The phone vibrated again, and I glanced at the order page: Lin Xue, Champs Lido Villa No. 8, Double beef noodles with poached eggs, no coriander.
Lin Xue.
