C2

Yang Shishi looked at the young girl in front of her numbly. Her previous self, was her previous self.

He watched as she packed her luggage and hugged her textbook, crying her heart out. Cry? What's the use of crying? A cold smile hung on Yang Shishi's exquisite face. However, the tears continued to fall uncontrollably.

Finally, as a girl, Yang Shishi was tired from crying and just like that, as if she had lost her soul, she laid on the ground with a terrifying hollowed-out look in her eyes.

Yang Shishi looked at the mess on the floor, at the messy bottles and books that fell to the floor ?

Suddenly, as if she had gone insane, she crashed into the young girl lying on the ground. Get up, you get up! Yang Shishi, I'm telling you, get up! I beg you, get up.

One after another, Yang Shishi crazily hit the young girl that seemed to have died. She stood up and stood up. Otherwise, it would be too late. Yang Shishi seemed to have heard the sound of footsteps coming from afar.

With blood-red eyes, her entire person seemed slightly crazed. However, no matter how hard she tried, the result was still her piercing through the young girl's body.

"Ah!" Yang Shishi's face was full of tears. It was as if she had returned to that nightmarish night, the man who had a secret affair with her mother. His hands were extremely dirty, and he gave off a devilish smile. No, no! Yang Shishi hoarsely said as she charged towards the young girl on the ground who did not notice her.

Finally, Yang Shishi only felt her eyes turn blood-red and her throat was burning. She seemed to see herself as a girl waving her hands at her as her lips moved, as if she was saying something.

"What are you talking about? I can't hear you, "Yang Shishi said anxiously. She wanted to go forward and hold her back, but found that she couldn't move at all.

Looking at her fading figure, Yang Shishi was sweating profusely, "Where are you going?" "Hurry up and leave this room, don't leave the province, don't ever leave the province." As a young girl, Yang Shishi's baby fat face had a faint dimple, and her lips opened and closed. This time, Yang Shishi finally heard her say: "Good, live on ? ?"

Live well? What, what did this mean? Yang Shi Shi frowned and whispered.

Yang Shishi looked at the direction she disappeared in when she was young, and chased after him. However, he suddenly realized that his vision had turned black.

When she opened her eyes again, she discovered that it was pitch black in front of her. Yang Shishi rolled her eyes and did not fully react yet.

However, she felt someone pulling on her clothes. Yang Shishi's eyes slowly focused as she reflexively kicked at the figure pulling on her clothes in the darkness.

"It's you?" Yang Shishi suddenly stood up and shook her head. Borrowing the faint moonlight, she could clearly see the black shadow that was pouncing towards her once again.

"Xia Wei!" Yang Shishi gnashed her teeth, her voice filled with bone-piercing hatred. He picked up the bottle and walked towards the man under the moonlight.

"Shishi, I was just looking at you lying on the ground. I wanted to wake you up, but I didn't have any other intentions ?"

"Is that so?" Yang Shishi's eyes looked as if they had been dyed black with ink. He kept walking towards Xia Wei who was retreating step by step.

Yang Shishi tugged at the messy clothes on her body, her voice cold: "What? Since there's nothing else, what are you afraid of right now? " The bottle in his hand smashed towards Xia Wei without any warning.

"Boom!" The bottle of wine slid off Xia Wei's body. "You lunatic!" Xia Wei covered the wound on his forehead, which was bleeding profusely. He glared at the fifteen-year-old girl in front of him. Are you trying to kill someone? " Xia Wei looked at the pale young girl before him picking up another bottle, casually walking towards him. He backed up in fear, his thick lips trembling, "Shishi, don't be impulsive, it's illegal to kill people. Besides, how could I do anything to you? Right, I'm your aunt's boyfriend, so to me, you're my niece ?"

"Shut up, who allowed you to call me Shishi?" Yang Shishi suddenly raised the bottle in her hand and pointed it at Xia Wei who had a look of fear on his face. "How could I possibly kill you? No, no, no, you don't have to worry that I won't kill you." Xia Wei secretly let out a sigh of relief as he saw Yang Shishi shake the wine bottle slightly.

"You know, that woman is not my aunt, but my mother." Yang Shishi fiercely smashed the bottle to pieces, and the sharp mouth of the bottle faced Xia Wei, whose face instantly turned pale.

Yang Shishi approached Xia Wei step by step, getting closer and closer. Finally, Yang Shishi stopped three steps away from Xia Ye. She slightly tilted her head, revealing a pale face and dark red lips. There was a strange smile on her face, as if an evil spirit had crawled out from hell.

Xia Wei's eyes turned slightly as he stepped forward, pretending to be surprised, and suddenly made his move, snatching the bottle of wine from Yang Shishi's hands. Yang Shishi sneered, and with a turn of her shoulder, she sent the ferocious looking Xia Zhi flying.

Xia Wei could only feel a stabbing pain in his back. He knew that he was crushing the broken glass to pieces, but he had no time to think about that now.

Yang Shishi stepped on Xia Wei's chest with one foot and slightly tilted her body. Her voice carried a hint of hoarseness as she pointed the sharp opening of the bottle at his nose and said, "You want it?" Yang Shishi shook the bottle and looked at Xia Wei's frightened expression with satisfaction.

"Come, let's continue with our conversation. How about it? Have you thought about how to answer my question? " Yang Shishi exerted strength through her legs and looked at Xia Wei's face that was twisted in pain with satisfaction.

"What is it? Not answering? Let's change the subject. For example, if I didn't wake up just now, what would you be doing? "Hmm?" Yang Shishi pressed the broken bottle of wine in her hand against Xia Wei's chest, feeling satisfied with the trembling of her body beneath her feet.

Just when Xia Wei was certain that he would die today, Yang Shishi took away the bottle that was half an inch deep into Xia Wei's chest. She looked at the blood on the bottle and disdainfully curled her lips, "So dirty." He casually threw away the bottle of wine in his hand.

"Since that woman didn't tell you, then let me tell you, don't provoke me, because you will die. Believe me, do you understand?" In the spacious room, Yang Shishi's slightly cold voice resounded. Xia Wei lay powerlessly on the glass floor, fear still in his eyes.

Yang Shishi walked step by step on the quiet and deserted street, her mind in a state of chaos. Had she been reborn? So, he had already changed his original nightmare, right? Did this mean that he could stop everything that had happened in his past life?