The president is committing suicide

This world always makes warm hearts and sincere people feel sick.

I always feel the fantasy world being shattered at unexpected moments.

Ding Jiaying used to think that the injustice of the world came from the fact that Nuwa did not give everyone equal talents and that her parents could not treat everyone equally.

Later, she felt that the world was a sad place, a whirlpool of being unable to get the love she wanted, being disgusted with each other, and being unable to leave.

Later, she could not get over the destruction of the House of Justice by God and the ruthless fate he showed to the innocent and beautiful girl.

Now, she hated the fact that these hypocrites who pretended to be righteous but took advantage of others' misfortunes could live longer than those who defended the right path.

She thinks she is not passionate or impulsive, and sometimes even cowardly and retreats from things.

But the world is increasingly like a makeshift team, no one is more powerful than anyone else, only fate is like a big hand that keeps stirring up the situation.

A heavy snow trapped people here, which was an unexpected trial in the world.

The upright become more upright, and the vile become more vile.

The word cynical belongs to Chen Mi, the celebrity is Shen Cong, and Ding Jiaying has always been the rich girl who seems to have no temper, a little spoiled at most, mediocre and ordinary.

Xiao Mimi advised her to calm down: "It would be fine if these people were in the open, but they are all in the dark. You heard the sound but didn't see anyone. Are there more people who heard it or those who are hiding in the dark? It's better not to make enemies at this time."

Ding Jiaying sat down and said, "Of course I know. I am just trying to scare the tigers. This is an emergency. Even if these people have any ideas, they'd better not do it. Otherwise, I will never let them go in the future."

It was not the first day Xiao Mimi knew her, but this was the first time she saw her speaking out against evil things that had nothing to do with her family without fear.

She was proud of her, but couldn't hide her worry.

"We can talk about the future later. Now we can only talk about the present. Even today we can only talk about today. Who knows what will happen tomorrow?"

Ding Jiaying knew that the current situation was not good, and she didn't know how many people were out there working hard for them.

Not to mention my sister, even Luo Yan must have used a lot of connections and thought of many ways.

All these important figures trapped here don't have any support outside.

But now two days have passed, and our contact with the outside world has become increasingly difficult. This is not normal.

"I know. I just wanted to scare them. If they have made long-term plans, they should want to deal with a little girl like me who doesn't know the immensity of the world." Ding Jiaying assured Xiao Mimi that she would not do anything.

"You should go back and take care of the injured person in your family. I'm fine. I'm just angry."

Xiao Mimi disagreed and kept talking to her until Shen Cong came back.

Ding Jiaying did not talk about what had just happened to her, and Xiao Mimi also tacitly kept silent.

When she left and only Ding Jiaying and Shen Cong were left, the unbearable silence returned.

But Shen Cong's mood today is completely different from yesterday.

The candlelight was still flickering. Ding Jiaying felt ashamed when she thought about her previous crying and the emotions she had exposed without caring about her image.

She turned her head away, not daring to look at his burning gaze.

"How about starting over?"

Ding Jiaying didn't reply.

Shen Cong said again: "How about starting over?"

Ding Jiaying still did not respond.

"How about starting over?"

Ding Jiaying didn't say anything, and Shen Cong asked her patiently over and over again.

When asked for the 37th time, Ding Jiaying finally responded.

"Are you annoying? You keep asking the same question."

Shen Cong squatted beside her and smiled: "I'm not annoyed, are you annoyed? Then let me ask you another question."

"..."

"Shall we turn the page?"

"What's the difference?"

Shen Cong was very happy if Ding Jiaying was willing to say something else.

"It makes no difference. I was selfish and mean, thinking that your loss of memory was a chance God gave me to start over. The fear of losing you was too much for me to bear. All I knew was that I loved you."

Ding Jiaying frowned: "You follow me. Spy on me. Don't trust me. Is this your love?"

"Yes. This is all my fault. I did all this. It's not that I don't trust you, but I don't believe that I can really get your love. I am not confident and I am a weak person."

Shen Cong, the omnipotent man, said that he was an unconfident and weak person.

Ding Jiaying looked at his injuries and hesitated whether to continue saying those hurtful words.

"You are not a substitute for anyone. I didn't fall in love with anyone before you. No one is anyone's shadow. I don't have that much affection to give to others."

Shen Cong was talking about the question in Ding Jiaying's mind, a question that was like a nightmare and could not be escaped.

But she was not as relieved as she had imagined, or even more painful. She was just confused and doubtful, wondering, what was there about me that was worthy of your love?

Shen Cong went a step further.

"You love me, don't you?"

These words ignited the fire in Ding Jiaying's heart.

She loved him, that was a fact, but she hated this fact being known, like a handle on her.

Especially him.

No matter how affectionate his tone or how tender his eyes were when he interpreted this sentence.

She loves him, so what? Should she just forgive all this and pretend it never happened? Should she just say one word and they can get back together?

She loved him, so what? Should she have no dignity and be able to come whenever she was called and never leave?

At this moment, Shen Cong used his love to threaten himself, just like any other ordinary man.

"I can't bear it." Ding Jiaying said between her lips.

Shen Cong had never thought that this would be the answer. It was clear that her panic downstairs today was hiding her love for him.

He wasn't mistaken, he was sure of it.

He didn't understand what the problem was when they clearly loved each other.

He raised his head and asked painfully: "If you leave, I will die. But if I die, you will be sad."

His tone was crazy, but Ding Jiaying showed no weakness: "I will be sad if you die, but I will not die if I am sad."

The unpleasant conversation extinguished the candle.

The people who still hug each other in the cold night are thinking about two different worlds in their hearts.

Why do people who love each other hurt each other? Why is the road ahead so clear but still filled with fog?

Shen Cong finally realized that not only did he want to strangle her, but she had also thought of killing herself in her mind thousands of times.

The cold forced the two to embrace each other. When the roads were connected, was it really time for them to go their separate ways?

Ding Jiaying now feels more and more threatened by her love for Shen Cong.

If one can forgive such unscrupulous deception, how humble must one be for such love?

Is it more cruel to be honest about a pretended love or to keep pretending? She actually lost her judgment in an instant.

When he asked for forgiveness just now, Ding Jiaying subconsciously felt that she was very cruel to him.