Chapter 1639
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The blood flowed down slowly along the wound, overflowing over the heel, flowing to the sole of the foot, and gradually dyed the small piece of white floor red.
Don was lying on the ground, looking up at the ceiling.
The pain on her feet and the cold of her body made her nearly collapse in a trance.
The soul seemed to rise from her and look over the poor body.
The mottled teeth and kisses on her upper body, the blood flowing slowly from her feet, and the pain that almost tore her soul apart
It's like going back to the day when I lost my ability to stand up.
She lay on the cold floor and looked up at the ceiling above her head, but she was full of thoughts of revenge. However, she regretted that if she could go back to that day, she would tell her naive self that when she got the scalpel, she would not go to Gong Heng again.
You should stick that knife into your chest.
Not It's not for the sake of vengeance that you put yourself in a more pitiful situation.
At that time, death could solve the problem.
After all, now she has lost the right to choose death
It's better to die at that time than to live such a miserable life.
Living has not become better, her life in step by step worse.
The soul looked down upon her despairing and despairing manner in the sky, and gave out a sharp and cruel sneer.
Laugh at her meanness, weakness, and stupidity.
Hope is not a good thing. Why does she never learn to be good.
Tang Qing slowly closed his eyes and felt the warm tears flowing down the corner of his eyes.
She didn't know why she was still alive, why she still persisted to now after being abandoned countless times. Even if she stood up, what could she do? This world has never been her such a weak person can live freely.
Even if you can escape, escape to all parts of the world, how can
She had no place to hide as long as they wanted to find her.
Perhaps her body was too cold, and her heart was gradually frozen. Suddenly, she felt less interested and lost interest in reconstruction.
……
The sound of opening the door suddenly came from the door.
A servant came in through the door.
She was arranged to take care of Tang Qing.
When she saw Tang Qing lying on the ground, bleeding soundlessly on her feet, she let out a sharp scream and rushed to pick her up from the ground.
"Miss Tang, Miss Tang, are you all right?" The maid is a burly and strong American with golden hair. She greets her in English. Tang Qing opens her eyes and looks at her in a trance. She remembers that Gong Heng says that she will find someone to watch her at night. She is silent for a moment.
"Your foot is injured," the maid looked at her bleeding feet and stood up in a panic. "I'll inform Mr. Gong."
She had just taken a step and felt her clothes gently pulled. When she looked back, she saw that Tang Qing was a little weak and propped up from the bed, "don't tell him. "
her face was very pale, and she looked extremely fragile, like a porcelain doll broken by the wind.
"I'm ok. The blood will stop soon. I don't want to see him now Please, don't tell him. "
The maid looked at her plaintive and sad expression, and then remembered Gong Heng's warning. She shivered slightly. A trace of pity for Tang Qing was replaced by the fear of that cold man. She pulled the corner of her clothes that Tang Qing held and walked quickly outside the house.
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The blood flowed down slowly along the wound, overflowing over the heel, flowing to the sole of the foot, and gradually dyed the small piece of white floor red.
Don was lying on the ground, looking up at the ceiling.
The pain on her feet and the cold of her body made her nearly collapse in a trance.
The soul seemed to rise from her and look over the poor body.
The mottled teeth and kisses on her upper body, the blood flowing slowly from her feet, and the pain that almost tore her soul apart
It's like going back to the day when I lost my ability to stand up.
She lay on the cold floor and looked up at the ceiling above her head, but she was full of thoughts of revenge. However, she regretted that if she could go back to that day, she would tell her naive self that when she got the scalpel, she would not go to Gong Heng again.
You should stick that knife into your chest.
Not It's not for the sake of vengeance that you put yourself in a more pitiful situation.
At that time, death could solve the problem.
After all, now she has lost the right to choose death
It's better to die at that time than to live such a miserable life.
Living has not become better, her life in step by step worse.
The soul looked down upon her despairing and despairing manner in the sky, and gave out a sharp and cruel sneer.
Laugh at her meanness, weakness, and stupidity.
Hope is not a good thing. Why does she never learn to be good.
Tang Qing slowly closed his eyes and felt the warm tears flowing down the corner of his eyes.
She didn't know why she was still alive, why she still persisted to now after being abandoned countless times. Even if she stood up, what could she do? This world has never been her such a weak person can live freely.
Even if you can escape, escape to all parts of the world, how can
She had no place to hide as long as they wanted to find her.
Perhaps her body was too cold, and her heart was gradually frozen. Suddenly, she felt less interested and lost interest in reconstruction.
……
The sound of opening the door suddenly came from the door.
A servant came in through the door.
She was arranged to take care of Tang Qing.
When she saw Tang Qing lying on the ground, bleeding soundlessly on her feet, she let out a sharp scream and rushed to pick her up from the ground.
"Miss Tang, Miss Tang, are you all right?" The maid is a burly and strong American with golden hair. She greets her in English. Tang Qing opens her eyes and looks at her in a trance. She remembers that Gong Heng says that she will find someone to watch her at night. She is silent for a moment.
"Your foot is injured," the maid looked at her bleeding feet and stood up in a panic. "I'll inform Mr. Gong."
She had just taken a step and felt her clothes gently pulled. When she looked back, she saw that Tang Qing was a little weak and propped up from the bed, "don't tell him. "
her face was very pale, and she looked extremely fragile, like a porcelain doll broken by the wind.
"I'm ok. The blood will stop soon. I don't want to see him now Please, don't tell him. "
The maid looked at her plaintive and sad expression, and then remembered Gong Heng's warning. She shivered slightly. A trace of pity for Tang Qing was replaced by the fear of that cold man. She pulled the corner of her clothes that Tang Qing held and walked quickly outside the house.
The blood flowed down slowly along the wound, overflowing over the heel, flowing to the sole of the foot, and gradually dyed the small piece of white floor red. Don was lying on the ground, looking up at the ceiling. The pain on her feet and the cold of her body made her nearly collapse in a trance. The soul seemed to rise from her and look over the poor body. The mottled teeth and kisses on her upper body, the blood flowing slowly from her feet, and the pain that almost tore her soul apart It's like going back to the day when I lost my ability to stand up. She lay on the cold floor and looked up at the ceiling above her head, but she was full of thoughts of revenge. However, she regretted that if she could go back to that day, she would tell her naive self that when she got the scalpel, she would not go to Gong Heng again. You should stick that knife into your chest. Not It's not for the sake of vengeance that you put yourself in a more pitiful situation. At that time, death could solve the problem. After all, now she has lost the right to choose death It's better to die at that time than to live such a miserable life. Living has not become better, her life in step by step worse. The soul looked down upon her despairing and despairing manner in the sky, and gave out a sharp and cruel sneer. Laugh at her meanness, weakness, and stupidity. Hope is not a good thing. Why does she never learn to be good. Tang Qing slowly closed his eyes and felt the warm tears flowing down the corner of his eyes. She didn't know why she was still alive, why she still persisted to now after being abandoned countless times. Even if she stood up, what could she do? This world has never been her such a weak person can live freely. Even if you can escape, escape to all parts of the world, how can She had no place to hide as long as they wanted to find her. Perhaps her body was too cold, and her heart was gradually frozen. Suddenly, she felt less interested and lost interest in reconstruction. The sound of opening the door suddenly came from the door. A servant came in through the door. She was arranged to take care of Tang Qing. When she saw Tang Qing lying on the ground, bleeding soundlessly on her feet, she let out a sharp scream and rushed to pick her up from the ground. "Miss Tang, Miss Tang, are you all right?" The maid is a burly and strong American with golden hair. She greets her in English. Tang Qing opens her eyes and looks at her in a trance. She remembers that Gong Heng says that she will find someone to watch her at night. She is silent for a moment. "Your foot is injured," the maid looked at her bleeding feet and stood up in a panic. "I'll inform Mr. Gong." She had just taken a step and felt her clothes gently pulled. When she looked back, she saw that Tang Qing was a little weak and propped up from the bed, "don't tell him. "her face was very pale, and she looked extremely fragile, like a porcelain doll broken by the wind. "I'm ok. The blood will stop soon. I don't want to see him now Please, don't tell him. " The maid looked at her plaintive and sad expression, and then remembered Gong Heng's warning. She shivered slightly. A trace of pity for Tang Qing was replaced by the fear of that cold man. She pulled the corner of her clothes that Tang Qing held and walked quickly outside the house.
