Fantasy Abyss Sticking to Ink Dye

Looking at him in this state, distressed and angry are intertwined in my heart, which makes me feel a little suffocated.I walked over slowly, squatted in front of Yuan Fan, held his trembling hand, and silently looked at the blood stains on his fingers.Yuan Fan raised his head, looked at me with trembling lips, and did not blink his eyes.I looked at the teardrops hanging on his eyelashes, and wiped them away for him distressedly, "Yuanfan, when will you stop hurting yourself?"

Yuan Fan opened his mouth, and mumbled, "Don't want me, Mo Xiaoqi, don't want me." Those eyes were full of panic and uneasiness, and I felt great frustration at the same time, why every time I I can't really get angry with Yuanfan, I know I'm definitely not a kind person.

I stood up and pulled Yuan Fan up from the ground, "I don't want you, get up and follow me to disinfect, scratching and scratching around every day. By the way, tell me what you have been doing these days?" Regardless of Yuan Fan, stay obediently Even if he does something shocking to the world, I am not worried that Yuan Fan will lie to me. Yuan Fan has always been daring, and maybe he is happy because of what he did.

"My sister is here, she's in the surgery now." Yuan Fan held my hand tightly, trembling nervously, but that face was full of calmness. Speaking of which, Yuan Fan's dead face is sometimes really scary. , he expressed the most intense emotion with the most indifferent look, and his words were filled with strong hatred and pleasure.

I was silent for a while when I heard this sentence, maybe this so-called younger sister was born on the same mother as Yuan Zipei, and I don’t know what attitude Yuan Fan has towards Yuan Zipei, but I think How good is it, it's just this surgery...

"What did you do? Forget it, don't describe it, you're making trouble." I didn't want to listen any more, and pushed Yuan Fan down on the sofa, "Wait, I'll find some alcohol."

When I was treating the wound on Yuan Fan's arm, Yuan Fan was very quiet. Occasionally when I looked up at him, I could only see his quiet face and his drooping eyelashes trembling slightly. For no reason, I thought of a crow wing.Darkness, known as an ominous auspicious omen.After dealing with it, Yuan Fan thought about it, and said, "I think she should be disfigured."

Hearing Yuan Fan say the cruelest words to a girl so calmly, I thought my reaction might be a little bit wrong, I looked up into Yuan Fan's eyes, "Yuan Fan, are you happy? Tell me, she is disfigured, are you happy?"

Yuan Fan nodded happily, without any hesitation, I put down the things in my hand, and patted Yuan Fan's shoulder lightly.In any case, as long as Yuanfan is happy, what does it matter to me whether others are suffering?I only know mine, he needs joy, even if he is superior to others, no one can be truly selfless and self-sacrificing for others, how do you know it is not forced?So why do some people like to cry and look at others in pain because they laugh and dance?

In fact, someone told me, Mo Xiaoqi, you are so selfish, why don't you think about others.Why do I?I'm not a saint, I can't do it.In fact, people who talk about sacrificing themselves for others every day also hope that this person can sacrifice themselves to make themselves feel blessed, right?They are all a bunch of selfish people, who is qualified to say who?What's more, what qualifications do you have to make me not even love myself?

I live with a more framed life than Yuan Fan, but who says I don't have the same taste?