Qing Pi

Jiang Xiaoyue thought that if she gave birth to a child for Liszt, he would look her straight in the eye.
But Liszt strangled her son with his own hands. "I have done it long ago! You have the same dirty blood as your father, how could I let you have my child like this! "You bastard, you should use it to make a specimen!"
His son was gone, Jiang Xiaoyue had gone mad...
Jiang Xiaoyue was gone, and Liszt had gone mad...

Stop Torturing Each Other

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Jiang Xiaoyue looked at the kiss marks all over her body and suddenly started laughing. Tears started streaming down her face as she laughed.

She had once despised those women who would do anything to achieve their goals, but now, she had become such a person.

They said that they wouldn't be soft-hearted anymore, but they couldn't stop their tears from flowing out.

Her father was gone, Yang Yang was gone, and she was no longer her!

He did not turn back to shoot. These were the debts he owed!

Jiang Xiaoyue buried her head in the crook of her arm and hugged herself tighter and tighter, as if this was the only way she could give herself some strength.

When Jiang Xiaoyue came out of the bathroom, there was already a steaming bowl of noodles on the table.

She smiled as she sat down opposite him. "Wow, Si Cheng, I didn't expect your culinary skills to be so good."

I Lost Her