my husband is a killer

Chapter 172 This time I don't want you! 7
Fortunately, this road is very close to home, and they have walked together many times. Even if they are in a daze, even if they can't see anything clearly, they finally got home step by step by feeling!
After turning on the light, she almost collapsed on the sofa, but she couldn't help wiping her tears and looked up.

There are his shadows everywhere in this small suite. In the small kitchen, they work together to make one exquisite dinner after another; in front of the window they once kissed affectionately; he sits on the sofa every day Silently accompany her to do chores, and always pile up dishes into her bowl at the dinner table...

Her eyes fell on the dining table, something on it caught her attention, and she struggled to stand up and approach.

Wiping away his tears, he saw a plate of black bean fish on the table. This time he did a good job. A whole fish lay neatly on the plate, and the thick black bean sauce spread evenly on the fish , she also looked decent, she couldn't help picking up the chopsticks and put a little in her mouth, with tears in her eyes, she suddenly laughed out loud:

"It's too salty, you failed again!"

He seemed to be sitting opposite, frowning and looking at her unkindly, his fierce tone concealing his embarrassment:

"It's already very good, you just wait, next time, next time, you must look at me with admiration!"

She felt a sudden pain in her heart, the fish meat seemed to be bitter in her mouth, and the chopsticks in her hand fell off with a clang!Bitter pain spread in the blood bit by bit, making her tremble uncontrollably, almost even stopping her breathing!

After that breath came over slowly, she suddenly remembered something, turned off the light and walked to the window a few steps, without opening the window, just looked down in the dark, and sure enough, she saw two strange people not far away Looking up at her!

She was still twitching, but she turned and leaned against the wall and laughed. She couldn't tell whether the smile was fortunate or desolate. The lights were off, and there was no moonlight outside the window. Everything was shrouded in darkness, like a group of black-winged butterflies quietly. Surrounded, the wings fanned countless small winds, which cooled the blood and the heart, and then, the eyes became psychedelic, it seemed that they were not flying butterflies, but dark ashes, ashes born from despair, overwhelming her Buried!
The ashes also spread endlessly, the landscape lights in the park went out, the excitement and laughter also disappeared, and everything in the dark became deserted and desolate!The patrolling old man's flashlight shined on the person sitting on the dark bench, and the light circle dangled on his face, but he didn't see him move. The old man walked over and shook him:

(End of this chapter)