The Evil Young Man's Heartbroken Wife

There is a kind of love that is a kind of poison. Once you get it, you can't get rid of it. There is a kind of hatred that is trapped deep in the mud. They torture each other but cannot let go. A crazy chase that went wrong because she thought he was the one who disappeared in a plane crash five years ago. "Who am I in your eyes?" She clutched the corner of the sofa tightly, tears falling down. "Yin Mengcheng, don't take yourself too seriously. In my eyes, you are just a toy, no different from other women. You are not my first woman, and you will not be my last woman." He lightly swept over the dazzling red on the sofa, and his eyes were indescribably cold. "Toy? Haha... It turns out that in your eyes, I am just a toy for your entertainment!" She raised her head and swallowed a piece of dried medicine, forcing the last drop of tears into her eyes. When the truth was brutally revealed and when she wanted to retreat, she found that everything was already out of her control. "Lan Yichen? So this is the reason why you chased me so hard in the first place? Just because I have some similarities with this dead man?" In front of the cold grave, he forced her into a corner, his eyes piercing the bone. "Yes, I mistakenly identified you as him! But I have paid a heavy price for this, why are you still unwilling to let me go?" Her back was pressed against the tombstone, which made her feel cold in her heart. "Let you go? But who will let me go! Yin Mengcheng, you provoked me first. Now that you have entered my eyes and my heart, you can never get out of here!" He sneered and threw a wedding ring at her feet. "If you don't want him to live in peace underground, just wear it for me." He fell in love with her, but in her heart she only held a long-dead person. It doesn't matter, in Mu Chenfeng's world, there is never anything that cannot be obtained. He wanted her, but since she was unwilling to give it, so what if he took it by force? "Mu Chenfeng, you will have your retribution, I curse you to die a bad death in the future!" In the darkness, her face turned pale, she stared at him and screamed. "Retribution?" He caressed her face and sneered, his voice indescribably lingering, "Baby, even if I go to the eighteenth level of hell in the future, I will drag you with me. You are mine, no matter life or death, you are mine." An unforgettable love of life and death, unreserved pursuit of mistakes again and again. The heart is already riddled with holes, but love takes root and sprouts under the water of hate. Will he perish with hatred, or be redeemed by love? Adhering to the personal style of "As long as you can't be tortured to death, you will be tortured to death", in this book, I will continue to take the route of deep sadomasochism. Please bring your own lightning rod and a strong little heart before reading this book. Also, if it is convenient, don't forget to save it!