Chapter 1730: Domineering Empress Vs. Misfortune (90)

Chapter 1728 Domineering Empress vs. Disastrous Neighbors (90)

The blood slid down the clean and handsome side of the young man, dyed the snow-white clothes red, and finally fell to the ground dripping.

The young man didn't seem to feel the pain at all, so he just stood in front of the mirror expressionlessly, without blinking his eyes, in that expression, there was endless cold indifference.

Since it starts with this face,

That's what ruined the face.

Clean and tidy.

Looking at the dazzling red, the young man even felt a hint of pleasure.

He knew there was something wrong with his mentality, but he couldn't control himself.

Drops of blood dripped from the boy's cold white fingertips, making noises in the silent room. The bronze mirror only reflected the boy's narrow eyes, and there was a faint black mist.

…

What was buried in the bottom of the master's heart may be unbearable or painful. Those memories, when recalled now, are like tearing open their own scars.

The indifferent person in white knelt down in front of the mirror, three thousand blue silk was scattered in a mess, and a pair of empty eyes looked at the mirror, reflecting those eyes with no desire and no desire.

In fact, there is no desire and no desire, but all emotions are suppressed in the bottom of my heart.

Only when no one is there, will he be alone licking the wound.

"I miss you……"

He suddenly spoke, his voice murmured, not knowing who he was talking to.

the night is quiet,

The beautiful figure lowered her eyes, her white hands rubbing the broken jade.

Just like the broken dream of a young man.

Jun Zhan suddenly wondered, when he shattered the jade pendant, did he also shatter that person's heart at the same time?

It's just that he knew it too late, and woke up too late, so that it was irreversible.

He didn't know when he started to be afraid of being stabbed by others. Even if his fingertips accidentally rubbed his body, his body would feel cold. He couldn't control himself. Thinking about it, it was like falling into an ice cave, unable to breathe or struggle.

He began to disgust, disgusted with anyone, disgusted with any unintentional physical contact, and even washed his hands for an hour after he went back, soaked them until they were white and bloodshot, but he still couldn't feel sick. Pain-like, continue to wash hands.

He was still disgusted, and at the same time he was disgusted with other people, he was also disgusted with himself.

He knew he was sick,

His mentality has gone wrong, but he can't cure himself.

Those past, those times, those dazzling red and disgusting eyes, were branded in my heart.

He couldn't forget, and he couldn't let go of himself.

I don't know how long I sat kneeling in front of the mirror, but when Jun Zhan got up, his body was still a little stiff.

He squinted at the night outside the window, it was pitch black with no light or shadow.

Jun Zhan looked at it for a while, lowered his eyes quietly, and came to the desk where that person used to sit when he was there. Smile, as if trying to feel something through the cold temperature.

Just suddenly,

Jun Zhan's fingertips stopped.

He frowned, and his cold white fingertips rubbed the rough area, even a little thorny.

night is like water,

The beautiful figure's waist is slightly bent, and the dark pupils look at the uneven place, but in the next second, his whole person is stiff there, and his pupils are deeply imprinted on the picture he saw.

It was engraved with his name, neat and dense,

Jun Zhan, Jun Zhan, Jun Zhan...

It's all him.

The detailed name looks shocking.

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