Yin Xue, as her name suggests, is as pure as snow and as crystal clear as snow.
"You know what? I hate all beautiful things!" The man in front of her grabbed her slender chin, burping a little alcoholic burp, but staring at her fiercely.
Yin Xue stared blankly at the dangerous man in front of her, and suddenly she saw him laughing lowly, his eyes a little blurry, and murmuring a girl's name. Then he unexpectedly fell down and pressed heavily on her, blocking her mouth that was about to call out.
That day she changed from a girl to a woman.
Wandering at the door of love, scarred, wandering in the whirlpool of interests, bruised.
It turns out that the world is not as beautiful as she thought.
If you are used to being defensive emotionally, there will be an extra wall around loneliness.
Under the sun, the man in a white T-shirt laughed and held her hand while running. He suddenly stopped and looked at her seriously and said, "Xue'er, be my girlfriend." She smiled, hesitating in her heart, but nodded involuntarily.
However, when the last line of defense was dismantled, the man who had sworn so solemnly lost his former smile in an instant.
After being reborn, she became cold, hypocritical, and climbed to the top of power and money step by step.
By a coincidence of fate, they met again, but he was no longer so wild and ignorant, so abject and lonely, and transformed into the president of the group that everyone was chasing.
She didn't know that the wild man's heart had long been left on that shocked and humiliated face, and that dazzling bright red color had not been erased for many years. When I met her again, the love that had been hidden in my heart for a long time burst out like a flood.
She also didn't know that the man in the sun struggled for a long time but found that he could not forget her. He tried desperately to win back her heart at all costs, taking off his tenderness and replacing it with depth.
She watched all this coldly, lingering between the two but enjoying it.
But in the dead of night, my heart is so empty that there is no place to rest.
Where was her heart left?
That day of confusion, confusion, and blood-stained redness
It was still that helpless and desperate night
She smiled evilly like a bloody rose, but she also cried like melting snow.
Love, is it destruction or rebirth?
(This is a bit of a sadistic article, I hope you will support it!)