Ugly Beauty: The Second Miss Waste

Chapter 830 Snow Color, Blood Color

Spring goes and winter comes, and it's the end of the year again.

Mu Chen and Mu Wanxiang spent the year that was the closest and the farthest apart. Even though they were so close every day, they never saw each other.

Mu Chen still refused to see her, no matter how much she chased her, he still refused to stop.

Sometimes, she also thought about giving up, but giving up was harder than persisting.

Can I see her again, so that she can know that her persistence was not in vain.

But Mu Chen insisted on breaking her insistence, so how could he ruin a year's persistence because of a momentary soft-heartedness.

On a cold and windy winter night, Mu Wanxiang leaned against the wall with a wine jug at her feet.

The wind blew over in gusts, and the jug made a buzzing sound.

She knew that Mu Chen was only a wall away from her, but she didn't dare to take another step.

If she went any further, Mu Chen would disappear immediately.

Closing her eyes, she really didn't want to live such a life anymore.

Can she still wait for the day when he stays for her in this life?If there is that day, she should die.

Mu Chen's aura gradually disappeared, and Mu Wanxiang knew that he was leaving again.

She grabbed the wine jug and got up, threw it casually, and hit the ground.

"Mu Chen, as you wish." She stepped on the shattered wine bottle fragments, the soles of her shoes were punctured, but the sharp pain did not affect her in the slightest.

Snow began to fall in the air one after another, heavy snow goose feathers floated in the air, and a layer of snow began to spread on the ground.

Mu Wanxiang stepped on the wine bottle, and the bluestone slab under her feet began to ooze blood.

Little by little, the thin layer of snow was also dyed a layer of blood red.

"I won't give up, I can't give up, but I really don't want to continue looking for you now. Is it only when my feet are crippled and I can no longer walk a step, can I completely give up on you? If so, I would rather Abolish my own feet." She stood alone in the yard, her figure was lonely and bleak, cold and bleak, but she did not lose her dignity.

There was only the whistling wind in her ears, snowflakes fell on her eyelashes, instantly melted into water, flowed into her eyes, and more water flowed out from her eyes.

She came down from the debris, leaving strings of bloodstains where she walked, the color of snow, the color of blood, blending together.

But I can still walk, what should I do?
She opened the room where Mu Chen lived, and took off her shoes and socks.

Stepping barefoot on the cold ground, a pair of white feet were stained with blood, which looked shocking.

But Mu Wanxiang just glanced at it lightly and then looked away. She went to the bed and lay down.

The person on the bed had his eyes closed, but his feet were still bleeding.

The snow didn't stop and the weather became gray.

The night wind blew the papered windows, but it didn't disturb the people on the bed.

The candles in the room were flickering and might be extinguished at any time.

A black shadow stood beside the bed, looking at Mu Wanxiang's feet by the dim candlelight.

The blood on her feet had dried up, but the look still made his heart ache.

If she wanted to take revenge on him in this way, he just wanted to tell her that she succeeded.

Over the past year, he avoided her, but he also knew that she was only a few steps away from him every day.

Mu Chen didn't expect that Mu Wanxiang would really persist for so long, what she talked about endlessly was really not just talking.

Mu Chen stood there for a while, then turned and left, approaching the door step by step.

About to take the last step, he couldn't help but looked back again.

(End of this chapter)