This kind of thing must be borne silently by one person, and then try hard to forget it again.

After all, this is not the first time that I have been violent or violent. Who cares about more or less?

The first time I was really in pain and wanted to die, but later I didn’t die, but now my psychological endurance is getting stronger and stronger. Tell myself that I just need to sleep for a while and it’s okay. Well, after all, I can survive well tomorrow. After all, when I live, I have to work hard to forget the pain.

Mu Baoer closed her eyes and thought about nothing.

I don’t know how long I slept, but it was already afternoon when I woke up. The curtains were pulled up, and the room was still dark. She opened the curtains. It was sunny outside. The air was very fresh, and there were many flowers blooming in the garden.

Turning back, she saw a dining cart next to the bed, with some porridge and soup, and it was still insulated. Mu Baoer ate some silently, and after a few bites, she spit out. She still forced herself to eat half a bowl of porridge and drank all the soup.

There was a clean set of clothes on the table. She changed into it and walked downstairs. The villa was still very quiet and there was no one.

She walked into the garden, sat barefoot on the grass, silently looking at the flowers and plants that were blooming brightly. The roses bloomed brightly and looked so delicate, but in fact they were not blown down by the wind and rain this month, and they were still blooming brilliantly.

She believed that one day she would bloom proudly like these roses.

"You wear too little and you will catch a cold." Ji Mo's gentle voice appeared behind, and a coat fell on her.

Mu Baoer's body stiffened for a moment, then relaxed again, allowing the clothes with a familiar smell to cover her body.

"I want to come out for a walk and breathe the fresh air. The room is too stuffy." Her voice was a little hoarse, but not listless.

The man behind him was silent for a moment, and the garden was strangely quiet. Mu Baoer didn't want to say anything. Even though she could pretend not to care on the surface, she didn't want to talk to this man at all.

"Mu Baoer, you really surprised me."

Ji Mo walked up to her, bent down, and looked at her like a search.

"I was so painful yesterday, but now I can talk to me so calmly. I thought you should hate me to the core."

Mu Baoer laughed: "So should I cry, make a fuss and hang myself? If I really have to commit suicide in pain, it will not have any impact on you! I would rather live in a vulgar way than die heroically. This is my life principle. As for hatred, I do hate you, but I will not hate you to the core. If everyone who has hurt me, I will hate you to the core, and my hatred is not enough."

Hate requires too much effort. She has met so many scumbags. If you hate one by one, you will only exhaust yourself.

If you can't take revenge, then the best way is to ignore them and make these self-righteous men unable to fall into her heart.

"What a realistic and heartless woman." Ji Mo couldn't help but curl her lips sarcastically. She could not make her hate her like that, but instead was ignored. It was a frustrating feeling, but it also aroused people's interest.

The biggest challenge is to make this woman remember unforgettably.
Chapter completed!