Revenge of Rebirth: Miss Femme

Jian Yun cried, recalling the past and comparing it to the present, she seemed to have got what she wanted, but at the same time seemed to have lost everything.These days, she was crying all the time, and the tears never stopped. She couldn't get what she wanted, and she couldn't keep what she had, and what she didn't want, was clinging to her.

When Jian Yun was crying, Zhou Yun over there was no longer questioning, but cursing.

"Cry? You still cry? People who send the person who gave birth to their own mother to a mental hospital still cry? God has eyes, I will see how much better your end is than mine, I will watch, I will Watch it!"

Zhou Yun seemed to be assimilated by the people here. She was very excited, and she was not like a normal person, and she was no longer a normal person who could control her emotions. She had been diagnosed with mania, which was very serious. The mania of a man, if not restrained, she will hurt others and hurt herself.

Jian Yun looked at Zhou Yun trapped in the wheelchair, her hands were tied inside the white dress, her face was pale, and her eyes were dull. Who would have imagined that Mrs. Jian, who was so beautiful in the past, would look like this now.

Following Zhou Yun's noise, someone finally dealt with it. The Naxi man seemed to ignore it, and directly pierced the skin with the syringe in his hand, showing no emotion on his face.

"Miss Jian, today's visit time is over, please come again next time," the complicated Zhou Yun's nurse said to the person who was still sitting.

In fact, there is no restriction on visiting time here. It is just that the patient's illness has passed, and for the sake of the patient, he is no longer stimulated. It will take some time for the next visit.

Jian Yun responded, then got up and left.

Jian Yun thought about this place, she never wanted to come again.

Before walking out of the promenade, the staggered people at the corner made her stop again.

"Simple."

Almost subconsciously, she blurted out, but the voice was stuck in her throat, unable to get out, hoarse, as if someone had choked her throat.

The man stopped in his tracks, turned his head, and said with a surprised tone and a slight smile, "What a coincidence."

Jian Yun had a feeling of being entangled by a poisonous snake, she couldn't breathe, and the air with this person made her feel cold.

The simplicity is there, neither moving forward nor retreating, and her eyes on Jian Yun are not as cold and vicious as they were that day. In this mental hospital, of the two of them, only she looks like a normal person.

Jian Jian didn't confront her for too long, and turned around to leave.

The hatred for simplicity is deep in her bones, but she can't move her steps, she can't open her mouth, she wants to go up and humiliate her by pinching her neck in a way that humiliates her, she wants to curse the person who made her fall into the abyss of pain, but She can't do anything, she hates simplicity, but instinct tells her that she is afraid of simplicity, because that day, she saw a madman, a real madman.

Jian Jian smiled and walked away from the person behind him, the person who took his life in the previous life, the person whose eyes were full of hatred and pain.She has survived these years, not just for this moment, seeing that the person she hates also hates herself, and she wants these people to know that she hates so much that her heart hurts all the time, torturing herself every step of the way. If she couldn't breathe, she also wanted those people to know that the pain she was enduring was painful even to live.

She wants them to empathize with her, to experience her hatred and her pain.