At the last moment when Jasmine was in the darkness, she tried to make her last cry for help, but she was covered by a handkerchief.

A smell of alcohol that pierced the mouth and nose gradually made her lose the last bit of strength to resist.

At the last moment when her consciousness was clear, she felt that the world had completely collapsed.

She knew what was next for her, just after she lost consciousness and consciousness.

Finally, the moment she slowly closed her eyes, tears passed through the corners of her eyes.

I could hear the last sentence in my ear: "This girl is really ignorant and dares to refute Director Ma's face in public. Humph, I see how capable she has this time..."

This is the voice from the demon, this is the voice from hell.

Now, they are going to pull themselves into hell.

When she began to feel consciousness again, she thought about finding a place to settle her life. After encountering that incident, she had no shame to live and even more had no shame to see her mother.

Even if she saw her, she might not be able to withstand such a blow. She didn't want her mother to be hurt anymore.

When she opened her eyes, she did not see the hideous and ugly faces she had imagined.

It's a face she's so familiar with.

This face has appeared in her midnight dream countless times, so that she felt that it was also a dream, a dream that would rather never wake up again.

It's Mo Xiang.

"Marl, you're awake."

Even the sound is so real.

She saw a smile on his face and saw his mouth moving.

Then, I raised my hand and could touch him, and really touch his slightly rough skin.

The warmth from his big hand was like a handful of flames melting the ice in his heart.

However, when I thought of the scene being dragged into the darkness, I still left tears.

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When her consciousness was fully restored and she could sit up, she found herself in a small house.

The furniture here is very simple, with only one bed, a desk and a wardrobe with double doors.

On the stove at the door, there is also a small stainless steel pot.

It should be his residence.

"When did you come back? Why didn't you come to me and my mother? Do you know how much we care about you since you left? Even if you don't want to come back, at least call us, send a letter, and let us know that you're fine."

At this moment, all the concerns turned into anger after seeing him.

Her little fist kept hitting him hard, and the tears in her eyes were unstoppable.

Mo Xiang's eyes were lowered, and he held one hand on her head, allowing her to vent.

After years of precipitation and wandering in the distance, a rebellious boy finally grew up and became an adult.

The encounter with her was purely accidental.

The midsummer night made him feel restless, so he came out to breathe.

It was at this moment that I saw the figures of the alley ahead flashed and disappeared.

He didn't care until he walked there and stepped on something under his feet, making him look down. It was a butterfly-shaped hairpin.

And this hairpin made him feel that something was wrong just now.

Because he recognized it, it was given to Jasmine by himself. He engraved Jasmine's name with a knife behind the hairpin.
Chapter completed!