Bite the spring pear

Chapter 65 Mr. Yin, I am not A Ran

The lights around the Magnolia Garden are brilliant like a rainbow, as if worried that a lost child will not be able to find his way home. Every five meters, there is a butterfly-shaped crystal night light.

It stretches all the way to the depths of the garden, which is so beautiful.

However, when Jiang Yutan ran out of the studio, she didn't look at the street signs. She just ran farther away and found a quiet place to adjust her emotions.

So when I stopped walking at this moment, I was shocked to realize that I seemed to have entered a restricted area by mistake.

She was instantly panicked, and her originally chaotic breathing became even more constricted.

Because she discovered that there was a tomb in the garden that was even more spectacular than the ancient emperors and queens.

Magnolia flowers are planted around the tomb.

There is a butterfly light on each magnolia tree.

A girl's name is engraved on the lamp:
——Lin Wuran.

In other words, the owner of this tomb is named Lin Wuran? !

His body shuddered, Jiang Yutan subconsciously rubbed the goose bumps on his arms, and hurriedly recited piously in his heart: I'm sorry, no offense intended, please forgive me.

While she was chanting, she bowed three times toward the main gate of the tomb.

But at this moment, a man's voice of excruciating pain suddenly came from the cemetery, which scared her so much that her face turned pale on the spot and her legs became weak.

She heard the man's sad plea: "It's been seven years, can you come to my dream once? I miss you so much, Aran..."

It's Yin Xian!
Jiang Yutan recognized his voice.

She had seen Yin Xian more than a hundred times on financial channels and newspapers. At that time, her father had to pay attention to financial news every day, so she was also influenced by it.

Therefore, his voice, as well as his figure and outline, were deeply ingrained in her mind and she was extremely familiar with them.

But in her deep-rooted knowledge, the impression that Yin Xian gave her was that he was modest and elegant, and his tone of voice was always gentle and gentle, never containing any worldly emotional impurities.

Nothing like tonight...

In his imagination, Jiang Yutan didn't know when his feet walked towards the gate by mistake, and stood beside the stone lion guarding the mausoleum. He saw Yin Xian half-kneeling in front of the tombstone with a decadent expression, stroking the photo of the girl on the tombstone with his hand.

Due to the distance, she couldn't see clearly the girl's face.

On the contrary, the next moment. He was shocked to see Yin Xian pick up a sharp dagger, roll up his sleeves, and cut his arm hard. Blood immediately flowed out and splashed on the tombstone.

Jiang Yutan was horrified and screamed in fright.

"Who?" Yin Xian heard the noise, holding the bloody dagger, and turned his head coldly.

He drank a lot tonight, and his eagle eyes were stained red by the strong smell of alcohol, just like the bright and coquettish blood on his arms, which was shocking.

Jiang Yutan covered her mouth and nose, her feet were nailed to the spot again, and she watched helplessly as Yin Xian approached him step by step like a demon coming out of the gate of hell.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yin, I...I didn't mean to break in..." Jiang Yutan's voice was crying, "I'm just lost, don't kill me, I didn't see anything..."

She believed that Yin Xian committed suicide and died in love, so she wanted to silence her in turn.

"I'm sorry, Yin..."

The word "sir" was choked back in Yin Xian's throat by Yin Xian's sudden hug.

Yin Xian threw away the dagger and called her with a trembling voice: "Aran, are you back? You finally came to see me..."

"No, Mr. Yin. You have recognized the wrong person. I am not A Ran." He hugged her so tightly that she couldn't break away at all.

"Your hand is still bleeding, please let me go first, okay? Mr. Yin..."

"Blood?" Yin Xian seemed to realize it later, "Yes, blood. A Ran doesn't like blood. I can't stain A Ran's skirt."

He was clearly too drunk to distinguish between reality and dreams, "I'll wipe it for you."

Jiang Yutan was filming an intimate scene tonight, wearing a very thin snow-colored gauze skirt, which was somewhat similar to the white skirt Lin Wuran wore on the day he was murdered.

Only then did Yin Xian hallucinate under the influence of alcohol, mistaking her for Lin Wuran.

"Mr. Yin, please stop wiping. Your hand is bleeding a lot. Please bandage it quickly."

Jiang Yutan was frightened and distressed, and hurriedly covered his wound with her own hands.

But what was even more shocking was the discovery that Yin Xian's arm had not only this injury, but also six other old scars of varying lengths and depths.

Including this one, there are seven in total.

Does that mean this is his seventh suicide attempt?