The wrong person, the wrong spouse, the wrong marriage, the wrong one is me]

...

What is more sad than a sad story is probably that the protagonist of the story is in a tragedy but he no longer feels sad.

Han Jue used a bystander tone to tell the focus of the discussion on the Internet, and told the stories that happened to him as if he had opened his scars. He was bloody, but calm as if he was telling someone else's tragic stories.

Through a glass, Zhang Yiman looked at Han Jue, who was frowning with his eyes closed, and listened to the sad and powerless voice, tears blurred his vision and could not be wiped clean.

The music outside the recording studio was included and conveyed to another room. The directors and screenwriters listened quietly and watched.

The staff members who were doing other work, listened to the plain undercurrent sound, and the atmosphere in the practice room was very quiet. Some of the staff members who had previously discussed Han Jue, stopped their hands and felt blocked, and did not dare to turn their heads to look at the surveillance screen.

【Wake up from blur for about two hours

The dripping blood flowers are constantly falling down

The blade cuts her wrist and neck artery]

...

Little Transparent pulled the mask on her face, buried her head in her knees, and her shoulders kept shaking.

The screenwriters passed on tissues and quietly wiped away their tears.

Director Wang sat on the stool, leaned back, pressed down the brim of his hat, and his burly body shrank on the stool.

The main creators were not happy with the expected ratings of such a work. They sighed and just wanted to pat the shoulders of the handsome young man whose heart seemed to have broken into powder.

Tell him that the worst will pass.

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Recommended song: "That Woman" - JR Fog

A sad story.
Chapter completed!