Thousands of People Are Sick and Want to Die

[Self-painted cover] Copywriting of this article: Ling Li died once, but he was tired of it after being reborn. No struggling, no courtship, no more expecting anyone, no more expecting anyone to treat me as a human being. ——It's better to treat him as dead. "Want to humiliate me? Get in line. Want to save me? It's too late. Want to love me? Are you crazy." After resurrecting his life, he didn't want to fight for anything, facing the bullies from his previous life, the hypocritical adoptive parents, the true young master who recognized his ancestors and returned to his clan, and his childhood playmates and fiance who played tricks on him. Everything made him extremely disgusted. With a weak body, Ling Li simply coughed, fainted, and vomited blood. It was easier to stay aloof from the world. Young Master Zhen, who was about to make things difficult for Ling Li: No, why did he fall down when I didn't do anything? The bully who bullies others: Why are you pretending to be pitiful - Damn it! It seems like he really doesn't want to live...! Facing the hypocritical fiancé Ling Li, she smiled knowingly: Do you want to develop a relationship with me? Okay, let's cultivate and cultivate him with that coffin first, and he will have to get married in the future. The playmates of the same year all stared at him with eager eyes, but Ling Li couldn't see them. All true and false feelings had nothing to do with him. He closed his eyes and waited for death in peace. Ling Li thought that she would be bored and bored until the end, but she didn't expect that this scene of living and dying would actually be more exciting than before. Ling Li looked calmly at everything that was almost the same as in his previous life. One thing puzzled him. There was a person who didn't have much impression in his previous life, but he kept coming closer to him in this life. ——No one watched him cry before, but now he is as silent as snow, and everyone starts to go crazy. ——He never discovered the craziest person. * Xie Er lost his beloved treasure three times. The first time was when I was eight years old, I had a startling glimpse in the hospital. The child was born delicate and beautiful, and the eyes that looked at him were as clean and transparent as glass beads. Facing him with scars all over his body, everyone shunned him like a snake or a scorpion, but the boy walked towards him with a candy stick in his mouth, filled with light, patted his face with a soft and fragrant embroidered handkerchief, and asked in a childish voice: "Does it hurt?" That day, the bright red clouds reflected in the boy's eyes were deeply imprinted in Xie's heart for seven years. When we met again, the boy had grown into an outstanding young man. His youthfulness had faded away and he was becoming more dazzling. The young master of the Ling family was like a prince. Wherever he went, he was the focus of stars and countless eyes. Xie E's body was trembling with excitement after he had lost it, but his resurrected heart was completely extinguished by the news of the engagement between the Ling family and the Liu family. From then on, Xie Er became a trapped beast that could not see the light, suppressing all the dark and wet thoughts, and only dared to hide in the dark, silently guarding the young man's back. The third time they met, it was in front of a coffin in the mourning hall. The glass he had guarded all his life... Shattered before his eyes. The light that he couldn't get and couldn't touch was trampled on by others and abandoned like worn-out shoes, and finally broke into thousands of pieces. The glazed eyes under the red clouds that year are now only dead silence. Xie Er made the craziest decision in his life. Regardless of everyone's obstruction, he forcibly took the boy's urn back to Xie's house for burial. After taking revenge for everything, he chose to end his own life in front of the boy's grave. Everyone thinks Xie is a mad dog, biting everyone he meets, eating people without spitting out their bones, ruthless and cold-blooded, like a disaster born from Shura in hell. Everyone said that Xie E was crazy, and even more so after the death of the fake young master of the Ling family. * After everything was over, Xie returned to the cold tomb and kissed the tombstone very gently and slowly. A wrinkled embroidered handkerchief was tightly held in the palm of his hand, but the blood on his body had not stained it. Under the red sky filled with fire clouds, Xie'e closed his eyes with satisfaction... ——I'm not crazy, it's just that I don't want to live anymore after he dies. ——I am a disaster star, and you are my only good luck. Weary of the world, indifferent and single-mindedly seeking death/Poisonous mouth, sick young lady, beautiful woman x affectionate male ghost, loyal dog, green tea male mother/Fighting and crazily criticizing [The crematorium does not recycle the ashes and scatters them. Write about a tough little Liuli who is broken, sick, weak, beautiful, strong and miserable, reborn as a living person but slightly dead, and has a particularly beautiful mental state. [Two-way redemption, two-way love, a story about a mad dog picking up the broken glass piece by piece, repairing it, wiping away the dust, and letting the little glass shine again. [The copy was saved on 2025/6/12] Intention: The glass will not break.