Great detective, your wife is jealous again! GL

I don't know if when people are sad, God will pour a basin of cold water on them.

Just as An Shijin walked out of the gate, the sky began to drizzle.

An Shijin straightened her back step by step and slowly walked out of the alley.

It was the first time that An Shijin realized that it was so uneven that Chu Shi'an and Chu Shi'an had walked on it countless times, and she almost sprained her ankle several times.

There was still silence behind her, no one chased her, and no one held her back.

When people are extremely sad, they probably won't cry, and An Shijin felt that he couldn't cry.

Her eyes were empty and helpless as she staggered, and the dim street lamp leaned on her body. The dim yellow light did not have a trace of warmth, and even carried a cold feeling, soaking into her heart and lungs.

Everything is probably my own self-indulgence, and all self-righteous understanding and understanding are just my own wishful thinking.

An Shijin raised the corners of her lips in embarrassment. For the first time in her life, she experienced the feeling of being abandoned and feeling sorry for herself.

In her opinion, Chu Shi'an's aloofness and arrogance are all self-protective armor formed after being injured, which is used to isolate others from harm and indifference.

An Shijin believes that as long as he loves Chu Shi'an as always and warms her up, sooner or later he will melt her, make her voluntarily take off that cold armor, and treat each other honestly with a fiery heart.

It's just that she never thought that behind Chu Shi'an's armor, maybe it was not what she thought, but a fragile and fiery heart.

Maybe it's another layer of armor that is colder and has sharp thorns.

Perhaps what people like most in this world is to imagine other people's inner world according to their own imagination.

Wishful thinking, harm others and yourself.

That kind of dull pain with numbness kept stirring the fragile heart, breaking the piece of flesh and blood into pieces.

An Shijin thought that she was chic for half her life, except for those relatives who didn't love her, she had everything, whether it was fame or money, the only thing she lacked was a lover whom she truly admired.

Proud, she met Chu Shi'an, who was also proud and lofty. Chu Shi'an's deadly sense of loneliness and mystery attracted her deeply almost at first sight.

An Shijin thought that he had found his home, but of course, this was just his own opinion.

Wang Yi's appearance at most made her a little angry, but Chu Shi'an's performance made her completely chilled.

How to see a person thoroughly, sometimes only one small thing is needed.

At this moment, An Shijin seemed to have automatically lost his memory, and the indifferent Chu Shi'an sometimes looked at her with gentle eyes, and the obsessive and dependent intimacy.

Even though it was late at night, the city was still brightly lit, passing through the quiet alleys, the bright streets ahead of him made An Shijin feel at a loss as to what to do.

She was alone in the rain, passing through the crowd with umbrellas, so different, so eye-catching.

An Shijin is like a child sometimes, even though she is usually so mature and confident, when she is sad, she still wants to cry, she wants to be hugged by someone, and comfort herself softly and gently.

However, she found that she couldn't seem to find anyone to accompany her desperate and sad self at this time.

This is the first time she felt that this bustling city was so lonely.

An Shijin walked aimlessly on the street alone for a long time, until her legs and feet were cold and began to hurt, she lowered her head and realized that when she went out, she was not wearing shoes, and her pale feet were on the ground. On the cold and rough ground, the soles of the feet were already red and began to ooze blood.

Probably stepped on a sharp stone or broken glass somewhere.

An Shijin just looked down and continued walking forward.

The people coming and going were curious and surprised to see a beautiful woman with bare feet drenched in the rain, walking away step by step like a worn-out beautiful doll without a soul.

"Miss Chu, I'm worried about Xiaoyi, I'll go find her." Wang Yi stood behind Chu Shi'an hesitated for a while, then spoke worriedly.

With his back to her, Chu Shi'an stood quietly by the window without saying a word.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Ms. Chu. Thank you for taking care of Xiaoyi these days. I...I'm going to find her." Wang Yi waited for a while, but Chu Shian didn't speak, so she left.

He hurried out of the door and closed the door by the way.

There was silence in the room again, deathly silence.

Chu Shi'an's face was horribly pale. She stared blankly at the half-open iron gate in the yard through the window, and at Wang Yi's hurriedly leaving figure.

It took a long time before she woke up as if startled, her body trembled, and then she quickly walked upstairs.

She was in a hurry and nearly fell down the stairs several times.

Pushing open the bedroom door fiercely, Chu Shi'an rushed to the bathroom without stopping.

The transparent and clean glass reflected Chu Shi'an's face, that fair and delicate face, the slightly dilated pupils were cold and hollow that made people feel scared.

Little by little, his pitch-black eyes were stained with violent blood red. Chu Shi'an looked at himself in the mirror, gritted his teeth tightly and spoke slowly.

"You come out."

Chu Shi'an's voice trembled and terrified echoed in the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror and talked to herself.

"Come out, why don't you come out, I know you're here, I've always known it." Chu Shi'an tightly grasped the edge of the sink with both hands, his white and slender fingertips turned bluish white because of too much force.

It's just me in the mirror, with a pale face distorted terribly, full of hostility and anger, and those blood-stained eyes are so dangerous and frightening.

"I don't want to be like her." Chu Shi'an looked at the terrible self in the mirror, and suddenly hugged her head in pain, cold tears slipped from her empty eyes, she was like a stage actor in a play, watching Looking at myself in the mirror, it seems to be talking to another self reflected in it.

"I don't want to hurt her, do you know that?" Like a lunatic, Chu Shi'an ruthlessly swept the things on the sink to the ground.

The self in the mirror was still violent and vicious, Chu Shi'an looked at him resentfully, and punched his own face in the mirror hard.

The loud noise of glass shattering made the little hairball hiding behind the bedroom door tremble. It curled up with a meow, and stared at Chu Shi'an who was going crazy in the bathroom with wide-eyed eyes in horror.

The bright red blood snaked from the back of the hand and slid down along the lines of the bones and flesh. Chu Shian's hand was soon stained red by the oozing blood.

"Come out, tell me, you won't hurt her." Chu Shi'an staggered two steps helplessly, leaning against the bathroom wall, looking at the countless pieces of her pale face reflected in the broken glass in pain. scary face.

"Is it because I'm dead that you won't hurt anyone?" Chu Shi'an slumped slowly, and she sat powerlessly on the cold floor. She looked at herself in the mirror and opened her mouth coldly, as if a World-weary lunatic.