He sneered, his hands continued to go down, avoiding Yu Yao's cheek, and for the first time in two years, he cruelly injured her and showed it to Rong Shaoliang.

He knew that time was up and he could no longer steal this time.

Sure enough, such cruel behavior broke Rong Shaoliang's expectations. He stopped his healing plan with Cheng Meng. Yu Yao was taken away due to injuries. She looked back for the last time, and her eyes were crying red and saw only a dead haze.

He was left with one more person, staying in the empty darkness.

Yu Yao didn't come the next day. He knew it, but he still sat at the door and waited until it was dark and dawn. From then on, she never came again. When her favorite peach tree in the yard bloomed again, he jumped onto the branch buds and bit his arm and cried in the small dead corner where the surveillance was not visible.

That night, he lost the idea of ​​survival. When Yu Yao often leaned on a stone, playing with a sharp piece of porcelain bowl that was cut through his skin, he accidentally saw a dirty small wooden board pressing under the stone.

On the back of the wooden board, there are a string of numbers written on the tender pen, and there are two sentences.

"This is my number."

"You have to work hard to be a good person."

He hugged this small wooden board and spent the brightest night. He hid it in the closest place with the plastic puppy hairpin he had picked up secretly, and followed him every year.

In order to survive, he had the opportunity to call the phone and pretended to be in a better state. He chose a casually-despite a Rong family who wanted to use his acceptance, and successfully made Rong Shaoliang believe and control it.

According to Rong Shaoliang's needs, he grew into a tool that could carry the dark side of the Rong family. A vicious and vicious demon boy finally got meager freedom.

In the freedom he had earned so hard that he trembled his hands and dialed out the number that was full of his body temperature and engraved in his consciousness.

But the person who connected was no longer Yu Yao.

He couldn't find her.

In order to find her, he continued to contribute everything, won Rong Shaoliang's trust, and gradually became the second young master of the Rong family who was terrified.

After a few years, he stood outside a high school gate like a shadow, watching the slender and bright girl wearing a white school uniform skirt. When he walked out of the school gate, he smiled blankly, and his eyes were stinging in the dark corner that no one knew about.

She is in the light.

He is in the dark mud.

While his feet were sinking, he used all to protect her and lifted her up, stretched out his invisible hands that should never exist, and held her to the cloud where no one could hurt.

Yaoyao, I'm sorry, I haven't grown into the good person you expect.

But it is not that bad. Maybe one day, I can stand in front of you openly and let you see that the devil you have saved has a warm heart and is beating for you day and night every year.

He had thought countless times in pain what kind of person Yu Yao would fall in love with in the future, and whether he would collapse in his spirit and destroy it in a crazy and twisted manner on the day he knew about it.

But now...

What she loves and is willing to deliver is another self that she is dying on the side of the road, losing her mind, not knowing how to speak and eat, and being a human or a dog cannot tell whether she is a different self.

That pure white and clean loves her Nono in the most passionate and stupid way.

Not him.

Rong Ye is just an invader, a person who is deeply rooted and disliked by Yu Yao and should not exist the least.

She couldn't love him, and the moment she found out who he was, she would drive him away.

Nono was gone, and she couldn't bear the blow.

The curtains were filled with faint light, and it was already dawn outside, and the warmth of the spring sunshine wrapped Yu Yao.

Yu Yao was strangled by her arms, and it hurt a little. She subconsciously moved her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she was about to open it lazily.

Rong Ye half closed his eyes, covering the heavy scarlet inside.

He hugged Yu Yao tightly and pressed her head into his neck. His heartbeat grew wildly. Before she opened her eyes completely, she raised her head and stared at the mirror on the wall opposite the big bed.

The person in the mirror holds his beloved lover, his quilt is half-covered, and his upper body is naked.

The appearance looks no different from the past. It has a messy short hair, a cold and white skin, and a face like a fine brushstroke, but the glazed eyes add bloodshot and a bloody look. It still looks like a distorted soul, just like a erratic and dark soul.

Yu Yao struggled lazily in his arms, calling "Nuo Nuo" vaguely.

Rong Ye closed his eyes a little and opened them again in a few seconds.
Chapter completed!