"Do you know why I don't like you? Because you can't make me happy."
"How can I make you happy?"
"I want to see you dye that hairpin red with your blood. If you try it, maybe I will be happy."
Zhang Meng stood three steps away with a smile. Xiao Lingche had never seen Zhang Meng smile so happily and so badly. She was always very cold. He looked at Zhang Meng and suddenly inserted the hairpin into his chest. The blood dyed the hairpin red. Xiao Lingche felt that his heart was cold and hot because Zhang Meng smiled and took a step closer.
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