Great Detective, Your Wife is Jealous Again!

I don’t know if it’s because God always pours a basin of cold water on when a person is sad.

Only then did An Shijin walked out of the gate, and the sky began to rain drizzle.

An Shijin straightened his back step by step and walked out of the alley slowly.

This bluestone road that had been with Chu Shian countless times, An Shijin noticed for the first time that it was so uneven, and she was a little bit cramped several times.

Behind her was still silent, no one chased her, and no one held her.

When people are extremely sad, they probably won't cry. An Shijin feels that he can't cry.

Her eyes were hollow and helpless, her feet staggered, and the dim street lamp leaned on her. The dim light didn't have a trace of temperature, and even felt cold into her heart and lungs.

Everything is probably my own passion, and all my self-righteous understanding and understanding are just my own wishful thinking.

An Shijin raised the corners of her lips in embarrassment. For the first time in her life, she tried to feel abandoned and feel sorry for herself.

In her opinion, Chu Shi'an's high and cold arrogance has always been a self-protection armor formed after injury to isolate others from hurt and cold eyes.

An Shijin believes that as long as she loves Chu Shian as always and warms her, one day it will melt her, and she will voluntarily remove the cold armor, and treat each other with a fiery heart.

It's just that she never thought that behind Chu Shian's armor might not be what she thought, but a fragile and fiery heart.

Perhaps it was another layer of armor that was colder with sharp thorns.

Perhaps in this world, what people like most is to imagine the inner world of others according to their own imaginations.

Wishful thinking will harm others and self.

The dull pain with numbness kept stirring the fragile heart, shattering the flesh and blood.

An Shijin thought that she was chic for half of her life, except for those relatives who didn't love her, she had everything, fame and money, the only thing she lacked, but a true lover.

Proud that she met Chu Shian, who was also proud and noble. The fatal sense of loneliness and mystery in Chu Shian's body was almost fascinated by her at first sight.

An Shi thought he had found his home, of course, this was just self-righteous.

At the most, Wang Yi's appearance made her a little angry, but Chu Shian's performance completely chilled her heart.

What is considered to be a thorough view of a person, sometimes only a small matter can be done.

At this moment, An Shijin seemed to have forgotten her memory automatically, and the indifferent Chu Shian sometimes looked at her with the gentle gaze, obsessed with dependent intimacy.

Even though it was late at night, the city was still brightly lit, passing through the quiet alleys, and the bright and crowded streets in front of them made An Shijin at a loss.

She was alone in the rain, passing through the crowds all holding umbrellas, so alien, so eye-catching.

An Shijin sometimes looks like a child. Even though she usually shows so mature and confident, she still wants to cry when she is sad. She wants to hold herself alone and comfort herself softly and gently.

But she found again that she seemed to be unable to find someone to accompany her desperate and sad herself at this time.

This was the first time she felt that this bustling city was so cold and lonely.

An Shijin walked aimlessly on the street for a long time, until her legs and feet were cold and painful to the bones. Then she lowered her head and found that when she went out, she was not wearing shoes, and her pale feet were stepping on them. On the cold and rough ground, the soles of the feet were already flushed with blood.

Probably where I stepped on a sharp stone or broken glass.

An Shijin just looked down, and then continued to walk forward.

People who came and went were curious and surprised watching a beautiful woman walking away step by step, barefoot in the rain, like a beautiful doll with no soul.

"Miss Chu, I'm worried about Xiao Yi, I'll go find her." Wang Yi stood behind Chu Shian and hesitated for a while, then said worriedly.

Chu Shian turned his back to her and stood quietly by the window, saying nothing.

"I'm sorry Miss Chu, I'm bothering you, thank you for taking care of Xiaoyi these days, I...I went to look for her." Wang Yi waited for a long time, but did not see Chu Shian speaking, so he left.

Hastily walked out the door, closing the door by the way.

Silence regained in the room, dead silence.

Chu Shian's face was pale and terrifying, she stared at the half-open iron gate in the courtyard through the window, and watched Wang Yi hurriedly leaving.

After a long time, she woke up in shock, shaking her body, and then swiftly walked upstairs.

With her rapid footsteps, she almost accidentally fell off the stairs several times.

Pushing open the bedroom door fiercely, Chu Shian rushed to the bathroom without stopping.

Chu Shian's face was reflected in the transparent and clean glass, that fair and delicate face, and the slightly enlarged pupils were cold and hollow that made people feel scared.

The pitch-black eyes were stained with violent blood red bit by bit, Chu Shian looked at himself in the mirror, gritted his teeth tightly and spoke slowly.

"You come out."

Chu Shian's voice trembled and echoed in the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror and talked to herself.

"You come out, why don't you come out, I know you are here, I always know." Chu Shian held the edge of the sink tightly with both hands, and his white and slender fingertips were blue and white because of too much force.

It's just myself in the mirror, his pale face is distorted and terribly, with hostility and anger, those blood-stained eyes are so dangerous and terrifying.

"I don't want to be like her." Chu Shian looked at the horrible self in the mirror, and suddenly hugged her head in pain, cold tears slipped from her hollow eyes, she was like a stage actor in the play, watching Looking at the self in the mirror, it seems to be talking to the other self reflected in it.

"I don't want to hurt her, don't you know." Chu Shian, like a lunatic, swept the things on the sink to the ground fiercely.

The self in the mirror was still violent, Chu Shian looked at him resentfully, and hit his face in the mirror with a fierce punch.

The loud noise of glass breaking made the little hair ball trembling behind the bedroom door. It curled up with a meow, staring in horror at Chu Shian, who was going crazy in the bathroom.

The bright red blood snaked from the back of his hand, sliding down along the lines of the bones and flesh, and Chu Shian's hand was quickly stained red by the bleeding blood.

"Come out, you tell me, you won't hurt her." Chu Shian staggered helplessly, leaning against the bathroom wall, she watched painfully at the shattered glass reflecting countless sheets of her pale. Scary face.

"Is it the only thing I die, you won't hurt anyone." Chu Shian slowly slipped down, and she slumped weakly on the cold floor. She looked at herself in the mirror and spoke coldly, as if a World-weary lunatic.