She couldn't control her behavior at all, but she couldn't stand it.

Regardless of opening his eyes or closed eyes, there is a flame that is burned by the whole mind. The fiery tongue constantly devours her parents, just like it will never be destroyed.

Burning in her mind constantly.

At the beginning, she could still control herself, but just drove this picture with her head.

However, gradually her mental strength became weaker and weaker, and she couldn't help thinking at all, and then the whole person couldn't restrain the kind of crazy mania. [

She just wants to smash Dongxi hard and use violence to divert the attention.

She couldn't control her emotions, but faintly knew that she would hurt others like this.

So the more you smash, the more painful in your heart.

The whole person is in extreme despair, floating consciousness.

This is so painful that I can't bear it.

She would rather end everything. Anyway, she lost everything, her family was dead, and her adoptive father died.

Only she was leaving her alone. She lived hard for so long, but she was never happy and could not see any hope.

To live like this, it is better to die, so you don't have to be tortured by this spirit.

"Please, don't care about me, you give me up, I can't stand it myself." Ye Chuqing whispered and shed tears unconsciously.

The spiritual torture that is better than life is more painful than being inserted on the body.

Yes, death is just a moment, but life is always painful.

She breathed a gently, and she couldn't help holding up the sharp porcelain in her hand, and cut it on her wrist fiercely.

A man rushed over like a wind, and before the spikes touched his wrist, he was holding his wrist tightly.

"Let me go, I want to die, why don't you let me die." She was so painful.

Seeing Mo Fengya tightly restrained her hand, and anger, she held the porcelain film and grabbed his hand and cut it.

"Let go, hear no." She blushed and roared at him.

Mo Fengya's back of his hand was dripping immediately, but he still pressed her other hand tightly, his eyes were firm.

He can't let her hurt her own hand.

"No, you will hurt your own." [[

"Don't let it go, don't think I dare." Her tearful eyes hated it.

"Don't put it."

Mo Fengya looked at the black pain under her crazy eyes, and wanted to smooth the darkness of her eyes with her hands, but she couldn't do it.

"I know you are uncomfortable, if this can let you vent your pain, I don't care."

Ye Chuqing stared at him fiercely, shaking his hand, and then he filed fiercely on his back.

"Can't put it?"

"Don't put it."

Ye Chuqing shed tears like crazy, almost biting her lips, and the porcelain sheet held on her hand.
Chapter completed!