As soon as he shook his hand, Tian Mafan immediately fell back and hit the table. His head happened to hit the sharp corner, and a stream of blood suddenly poured out. www
She cried out in pain, "Ah..."
But there was no care in Zhang Lang's eyes, only endless hatred and anger. He said coldly: "It must hurt, right?"
The next second, her head was lifted roughly. He stared at her blood-red ears and eyes and gritted his teeth, "No matter how painful it is, it's not as painful as my heartache."
She endured the pain and looked at him quietly, but did not speak.[
"Why don't you say anything? Aren't you very good at pretending? Shouldn't you win my sympathy at this time?"
She shook her pale lips and said softly: "I don't need your sympathy."
"Ha..." He smiled dryly, his smile was very hollow, "Of course, what you long for is Wei Wenbo's sympathy. However, I will not let you get sympathy. You have tortured me so much, shouldn't you also feel it?"
Stop this pain."
"Since you already know that I lied to you, you can vent your anger as you please."
"You are indeed still the same person you were back then, strong and stubborn. I liked you like this back then. But now...I feel sick even looking at you..."
Tian Mafan raised her head, biting her bloodless lips with her white teeth, letting the blood on her head flow down her pale face until it fell to the back of his hand that held her chin.
Blood flowed down his hands to the ground drop by drop, but he seemed to be blind, completely ignoring the bright red liquid, his eyes as cold as ice.
The two of them were in a stalemate, and neither of them said a word.
Fang Yuyao walked in with the potion and was shocked when she saw Tian Mafan covered in blood.
She shouted in surprise: "Alang, let her go quickly and let her stop bleeding..."
Zhang Lang's eyes never changed, he still looked directly at her, the hatred in his eyes not diminishing.
He said coldly, "Get out..."
Fang Yuyao hurriedly walked to the side of the two of them and tried to pull Zhang Lang away, but was thrown away by him.
He stared at her with blood-red eyes and roared: "I told you to get out, did you hear me?"
Fang Yuyao had never seen him like this before, and was stunned for a moment.
In my impression, Zhang Lang has always been gentle to her. He didn't want to talk to anyone in the past two days, but he always let her take care of his wounds and never lost his temper with her.
She didn't know why he suddenly became like this, standing there in shock.
"Get out!" Zhang Lang said angrily again.
Fang Yuyao hesitated for a moment, then retreated in fear.[
"Tian Mafan, beg me, beg me, and I will let you go." His voice was high and his eyes were so sharp that it was scary.
"Don't you hate me very much? Wouldn't it make you happier to let me bleed to death?" It wasn't that she wanted him to torture her to death, but that she wanted to die too.
In my entire life, I have never been in such pain as now, and I have never wanted to die so much.
Even though she had lost him and struggled for three years, she never thought about dying.
But...at this moment, she really wanted to die.
"Death?..." A bone-chilling voice was slowly squeezed out of his throat. "Sometimes life is more painful than death. Why should I let you die so happily?"
"If you don't torture me now, you will regret it. Because this is the last time I appear in front of you, and I will never appear in your sight again."