C8

The first time I heard this address from the driver at 108 Xinli Street, I had thought that this must be an apartment building, or at the very least a hotel or something. But when Shen Jianing's car stopped outside the cemetery, I looked up at the graveyard, wanting to tear it apart with Hu Xia once again.

"Are you sure this is 108 Xinli Street?" I tilted my head and looked at Shen Jianing.

Shen Jianing smiled, her smile as gentle and beautiful as ever, "Song Yi, I've only been abroad for five years, but I was born and raised here, how can I possibly recognize my wrongs?!"

I was startled, my gaze fixated on Shen Jianing. I suddenly reached out my hands to pinch his face, warm, alive.

I let out a long sigh of relief. At this moment, I even thought that I was dreaming. Shen Jianing, who had turned into a ghost, picked me up and brought me back to his home. Other than a grave, there was nothing else in the home of the ghost.

I was so amused by the scene I imagined that I burst into laughter, tears streaming down my face.

Shen Jianing looked at me and frowned slightly. He said, "Song Yi, what's wrong?"

Yeah, what's wrong with me? Why do I feel like laughing and why do I want to cry? I reached out and grabbed Shen Jianing's arm, trying my best to persuade him to stop. "Shen Jianing, stop messing around. I know, you're so angry that I can't let Xiao Jindong go. I promise you, I won't think about him again in the future. Shen Jianing, this joke is not funny, it's true, this place is not funny at all! "

I grabbed Shen Jianing's arm and started to walk out. Behind me, the cold wind was blowing, as though there was a black hole that wanted to suck everyone inside, making them unable to get out.

"Song Yi, you and Xiao Jindong, what happened?" Shen Jianing didn't follow me like he usually did. He broke free from my grasp, and the crease between his eyebrows became even tighter. The hatred in his eyes made me tremble in fear.

"Shen Jianing!" I shouted, my hair flapping gently with my trembling body, like a shrew, "How many times do you want me to explain this to you? I have nothing to do with Xiao Jindong. Why are you still holding on to me? I've been with you for five years, and you've slept with me behind my back with so many women. Do you not know clearly in your heart? Silk stockings and lipstick that are hidden in the cupboard. Do you want me to drag you back now?

The sound of my roars split the air and the smell of blood permeated the air. I feel really sad, one time to break the bottom line, one time to compromise, but in exchange never warm.

"What else do you want? What else can I give you? Shen Jianing, you better not become Xiao Jindong! Don't force me to death like him! " I tug at my hair and curl up, trying to warm myself with my own body heat, like a snail, clumsy and ridiculous.

"Song Yi, I have been abroad for five years. Other than the acquaintances we met five years ago, I have never seen you before. Shen Jianing looked down at me condescendingly, her words were as cold as a knife and fiercely stabbed into my heart. I suddenly stood up and slapped him.

"Pa!" The silence was broken by the sound.

Shen Jianing covered his face and looked at me in disbelief. I had bit through the very beginning, my mental state was on the verge of collapse, "Shen Jianing, you are still so weak when facing Xiao Jindong. You are a coward, a coward!"

The next moment, my neck was grabbed so tightly that I couldn't even cough. I stood on my tiptoes and looked at the man whose eyes had suddenly turned red. For the first time, I felt unfamiliar with him.

"Song Yi, say it again!"

Shen Jianing gnashed his teeth in anger. I grabbed onto Shen Jianing's wrist with both of my hands and said word by word, "Shen Jianing, can't you win once? If I win once, then it will be my win! "

My consciousness disappeared in pain, and I seemed to see Shen Jianing's hand leave my neck, looking at me in shock.

Wake up again, I am in a strange room, black and white decoration, cold tone, let people do not feel the slightest bit of warmth. I don't like decorations like this. Whether it's Xiao Jindong or Shen Jianing, they definitely won't give me a room like this.

I quickly got up and ran outside, but the door was pushed open from the outside as I pulled it open. Shen Jianing, dressed in gray casual attire, came in while carrying a cup of hot milk. When he saw me, he was slightly startled, but his smile was warm and distant.

"No!" I shook my head and backed away, my feet on the edge of the bed, refusing to look at the man who was still standing a step away from me.

"Song Yi, I will bring you to find the truth. Didn't you always want to know?" Shen Jianing's low voice is deceiving me, I resist, but am becoming more and more powerless.

"Don't force me, Shen Jianing, don't force me!" I held my head and looked at him pleadingly. In the past, whenever I looked at him in such a way, he would always compromise unconditionally. He would hug me and say, "Song Yi, what should I do with you?"

"Song Yi, deceiving yourself is the most cowardly thing you have. Didn't you wish for me to win once? Then I also hope that you can win against yourself once! " Shen Jianing stubbornly handed over the milk in his hands.

The fragrance of the milk seeped into my body. I drank it all in a daze and passed the cup over, but my eyes couldn't help but turn red.

"You are not Shen Jianing!" I'm sure of it.

"I am, Song Yi. Shen Jianing has always been me, but whether or not I am the devil in your heart, I still need you to see for yourself!"

"My Shen Jianing, you won't force me like this!"

Shen Jianing didn't say a word. He looked at me indifferently and actually had a bit of Xiao Jindong's look. I turned my head, my heart thumping.

"My Shen Jianing, will not see that I am deceiving himself. He is always smiling helplessly, and allows me to do whatever I want! And you, you are not! "

I once again raised my head, staring fixedly at the man in front of me. "I am Song Yi, who are you?"

"Shen Jianing!"

The hand that reached over was warm and thick, no different from the temperature I remembered. I sniffed and felt the free air in my body, strange to the point of making one panic.

I changed into the clothes Shen Jianing had prepared for me and looked at myself in the mirror. My long hair was hanging down my shoulders.

Shen Jianing loved to hug me the most, his fingers entwined around my hair saying that I was a demon sent by the heavens to punish him.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, forcing my thoughts back into those vague memories, and turned to leave.

Halfway through the carriage, I looked at the somewhat familiar scenery outside, and finally asked, "Shen Jianing, where are you bringing me to?"

"108 Xinli Street!" Shen Jianing replied indifferently. Those words were like a spell wrapped around my chest, the binding becoming tighter and tighter. In the end, he died from suffocation.

"Am I dead?" I looked at the tombstone in front of me, the name of the tombstone, and the photo of the tombstone that was cleansed by time. I explained in a pale voice, that under the protruding ground, there was a set of white bones buried.