Chapter 1291 Qin Qiao vs Zhan Qing

Chapter 1293

Hei Yu nodded, and he had no strength to look up at Qiao Qiao again.

She had recovered her memory and asked Wei to investigate the matter, so those people wanted Hei Yu to kill her personally.

As expected, Qiao Qiao looked at Hei Yu, and her chest was full of uncontrollable anger.

"Are you an idiot? Can't you tell me? Do you have to force me to kill you?"

Qiao Qiao was so angry that she trembled all over. What's more, how could she repay Hei Yu for what he did for her?

Not only could she not repay him, she also stabbed him.

"I...can't live, I don't...die, you have to...die!"

"I want to...get rid of...that medicine...is too painful..."

"Diary...I read it...Zhan Qing...will treat you well!"

"I can't win...I have no thoughts...and no hope of living..."

Hei Yu looked at Qiao Qiao, with deep reluctance and attachment in his eyes.

"I really love you..."

"This love hurts so much..."

"I don't want to be controlled anymore...I will die if I don't take the medicine for one day."

"If I can't beg you, I'll beg you to give me a quick death!"

"I'll die in your hands..."

Qiaoqiao looked at Heiyu and bit her lips tightly. She couldn't respond to this love.

She would remember this loyalty for the rest of her life...

Qiaoqiao couldn't imagine how a man like Heiyu could be controlled.

He was such an unruly and arrogant person, but he had to endure such pain and suffering for her.

Looking at the blood-stained bed sheet, Qiaoqiao regretted why she had stabbed him.

"Scream... scream..." Heiyu's words were very soft.

"Instructor..." Tears blurred Qiaoqiao's eyes and her voice trembled.

When the instructor called out, Heiyu smiled and closed his eyes...

"Heiyu..." Qiaoqiao shouted hysterically.

Heiyu's body gradually cooled down...

Time seemed to be still. No matter how Qiaoqiao cried or shouted, there was no sound to respond to her.

It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this...

Qiaoqiao looked at her hands, which were covered with blood, Hei Yu's blood.

Qiaoqiao picked up Uncle Jiu's diary and opened it. Sure enough, the blank pages without writing were torn off...

Qiaoqiao covered her heart, the pain made her unable to breathe.

Qiaoqiao saw a camera on the table, she picked it up and opened it.

Hei Yu's face appeared on it, that feminine and unruly face.

"21, when you see this, it means that I should be...dead!"

Qiaoqiao looked at Hei Yu on the screen and bit her lip.

"To die in your hands is the best relief for me."

"You should know that I am good at using knives, and I am also good at using scissors!"

"I want to cut your hair, I like your short hair..."

"I like it very much..."

"This short hair is a gift for you! You promised me that you would give me a gift before."

"But you never gave me one, I'll take it myself!"

Qiaoqiao sniffed and looked at Hei Yu holding scissors on the screen, while she sat on a chair.

As soon as Hei Yu cut her long hair, her long hair was cut off.

"21, you must be crying now!"

"I don't want to tell you what I've endured over the years and make you feel guilty about me."

"The best way is to make you hate me, kill me, and never remember that there is such a person as me in your life."