Kuai Wen Zhi crazy criticizes the beauty she does not want to be a female supporting role

Su Yun collapsed on the ground, closing his eyes. There were still a few blood stains on his face. There was a piece of skin the size of a palm on his side.

Not far away from him, Su Yan's cheeks were spattered with blood, and a drop of it dried in the corner of her eye like a tear mole, giving her a somewhat mysterious color. Her exposed arms were dripping with blood, and a large piece of skin was missing. , but she seemed unaware, tilting her head and looking at the knife in her hand obsessively.

"Dengdengdeng..."

The crisp sound of high heels hitting the ground did not disturb anyone.

As Su Yan walked, the water-rippled skirt flowed like water with her movements.

She looked at this scene, her eyes unchanged, but she covered the tip of her nose with her hand.

The thick smell of blood filled the villa, mixed with an unpleasant smell.

She didn't even look at the man lying on the ground who didn't know whether he was alive or dead. She walked over him, bent down and squatted in front of Su Yan, and said softly: "Xiao Yan, come with me."

A somewhat delicate voice rang in her ears, barely bringing some clarity to her chaotic mind.

The tip of her knife was dripping with blood, which formed a pool of blood on the white marble floor, but it just reflected her expression.

"What are you doing here?"

"Do you think I don't hate you because I helped you?"

She spat out these words coldly.

Such words can be called unreasonable. No matter whether it was Su Yan before or now, he had never made a move against her.

He even protected her.

But she didn't want to worry about that.

She turned the handle of the knife, imagining how bright blood would flow out if she inserted the knife into Su Yan's chest.

Will it be the same as hers?

A smile appeared on Su Yan's lips, but she moved her face closer to her and said slowly: "Then kill me."

She pinched Su Yan's wrist and pulled it close to her chest: "Kill me and dig out my heart. See if my sister's heart is red."

Her voice gradually rose, with uncontrollable excitement, as if she really wanted to know this question.

The thin dress could not withstand the tip of the knife, and blood seeped out, as if a beautiful flower had bloomed in her heart.

In the end, Su Yan let go: "What are you doing, madman."

She broke free from Su Yan's control and threw the knife over, making a crisp sound.

"Don't you know whether my sister is crazy or not?"

Su Yan raised her red lips, her black hair hung down on the side of her face, and she smiled like a naughty ghost.

He tickled the bridge of her nose affectionately, casually walked around her injury, and held her in his arms.

Su Yan's blood-stained cheeks frowned, and she began to struggle hard: "Dirty."

I am dirty.

My skin has long since fallen into the mud, and my soul has fallen into hell.

Don't get it dirty on you.

sister.

Su Yan smiled slightly and put her hand on the back of her neck, as if smoothing the fur of a cat.

Gently, he comforted: "It's not dirty, it's my sister who didn't protect you."

"It's my sister's fault."

She used both hands to hold Su Yan up horizontally.

"It's okay, we can just get out of here."

she said slowly.

Su Yan's body stiffened, and the tip of her nose was filled with the smell of her body. Her body seemed to carry some kind of soothing fragrance. She relaxed a little, wrapped her hands around Su Yan's neck, and spoke in a cold voice, as if she was talking to her. My own irrelevant words: "I want to kill him."

"It's not your fault. If it were me, he would be dead long ago."

"But I just walked up to him with the knife, and he fainted from fright."

"He's such a coward."

"Then I dragged him to the ground. He was already oozing urine. I sat on the ground and looked at him for a long time. I thought there was nothing special. Why would that woman abandon her daughter to please her?"

The first time, when she was seven years old, the woman was still alive.She was playing the piano in the living room, and a violent quarrel broke out in the study.

She stopped moving in fear, thinking that she might not be playing well enough, because the teacher was praising Su Yan, not her.

She was scared because her father never liked her as bad as Su Yan.

That woman looks very much like Jiang Yun, otherwise she wouldn't look so much like Su Yan.

She looked at the still young Su Yan with red eyes, and then watched with her own eyes as Su Yun took Su Yan into the small dark room, watched as a man entered, and listened to the sound of Su Yan's collapse and helplessness.

In the end it was she who picked up the pieces.

"There are always some people in this world who have no brains."

"But actually I still want to kill him, so much."

"You were great, you took control of yourself."

"Su Yan, actually I also hate you and Jiang Yun. If it weren't for you, I might not be like this."

"I know."

In fact, you don't know, I really want to kill you, from the beginning to now.

But I really love you, sister.

If you had known earlier, would you have saved me?

She leaned her face against Su Yan's chest, with crystal tears in the corners of her eyes.

……

Su Yan said something and Su Yan replied.

Unknowingly, the two people had crossed Su Yun and walked out of the villa.

Su Yan turned around, looked at the place in front of her, and said to the person in her arms: "Look, you came out."

You came out.

left that place.

And it’s not you who is dirty, it’s them.

Su Yan raised her head and stared blankly at the place in front of her.

Like crying and laughing.

"It's not your fault, none of this is your fault."

she said softly.

Su Yan was startled. She hated many people, hated many people, and wanted to kill many people, but the one she hated the most was actually herself. She always thought, if, if she were more powerful, if she was not so stupid, she would If not, I wouldn't have experienced this.

She exploded in distortion and doubted herself in the dead silence.

But now suddenly someone approached her, warmed her, and told her that none of this was her fault.

Tell her you are great.

She suddenly realized that it was really not her fault.

Su Yan looked at the hideous wound on her hand and frowned: "Let's go to the hospital and take care of the wound, okay?"

"it is good."

Su Yan carried her to her car. The blood on their bodies looked like some kind of murder had occurred in the villa. The servants outside looked at them in horror, not daring to stop them.

Su Yan slowly placed her on the passenger seat and bent her eyes: "She'll be there soon."

"Don't hurt yourself like this next time, you know?"

Su Yan looked outside with blank eyes, her fingertips began to tremble with pain, cold sweat broke out on her forehead due to excessive blood loss, and her face was as pale as white paper.

The pain she felt almost drowned her.

Her thin white fingertips slowly touched her arm, ready to poke into the wound.

"Su Yan!"

Su Yan, who saw her movements in the mirror, shouted sharply.

Su Yan's movements froze, and finally gave up.