Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

His fingers slowly clenched, he looked at her dead, voice low and urgent: "Liu Yan, make it clear."

She raised her hand to wipe the sweat oozing from her forehead, and slowly told the shocking secret.

It rained heavily outside the window, knocking on the window lattice. In this silent afternoon, it became not so silent because of the sound of rain.

Jiang Shiyu sits in front of the window with a pale face, holding his knees in his hands. His long hair is scattered behind his head, but it is still like a waterfall, which makes people have the impulse to touch.

She was barefoot, showing her smooth and slender legs. She was only wearing a thin white lace pajama. The collar of the dress was open. The window was not closed, and countless bean sized raindrops penetrated through the window and hit her head and face. But she did not feel, a pair of big eyes fixed looking at a place in front, eyes is a dead empty and indifferent.

Meng Yuqi looked at the woman in front of her, could not help frowning and said in a coarse voice: "is it so good to be drenched in the rain?"

His words did not leave any response on her body. She still kept the start posture, her eyes did not move, her long eyelashes did not even blink. The sculpture like face, white as paper, had no blood color. It seemed that all the vitality and warmth of life had been extracted from her body.

The flame of impatience was beating in his eyes. This woman, is this her wordless resistance? Is it really at the cost of your own life? She hasn't eaten anything for a day and a night, and all the food she sent is still there. It rained all night yesterday, but she has been sitting in this position in front of the window. The wind and rain are raging in, and she doesn't move.

Meng Yuqi also stayed up all night. Looking at her like this, he was not angry. Qi ao's death, she is not ready to live.

His heart has been very hard, he watched her self torture, his anger was also ground to the maximum. After enduring for a day and a night, he finally spoke to her, but there was no response from her.

He finally couldn't help walking over, grabbed her shoulder and shook her body violently: "Jiang Shiyu, can't you hear me talking to you? You are a heartless woman. For him, you can starve yourself, freeze yourself, and torture yourself, right

She turned pale under his violent shaking. Her eyelashes moved and finally threw her eyes on his face from somewhere. Her delicate eyebrows frowned, looked at him firmly and said word by word: "I'm going to attend his funeral. Would you please raise your hand? I'll ask you this time in my life. "

Her tone was calm, but the sadness and despair behind the tone made Meng Yuqi such a hard hearted man feel chilly. His heart was cold. At this moment, he felt a fact so deeply. Although he always understood the fact, he was always avoiding it. He had to admit that the woman's love for Qi Aozhi was so deep, so fanatical, and even life was unnecessary.

A sense of frustration deeply hit him, he and she entangled for so many years, even if he is not willing to admit defeat, he has been doomed to be a loser.