The blood slid down the boy's clean and elegant side face, dyeing the snow-white clothes red, and finally dripping onto the ground.

The boy seemed to not feel the pain at all, and just stood in front of the mirror expressionlessly without blinking his eyes. There was endless indifference in his expression.

Since it starts with this face,

That's ruining this face.

Clean, all finished.

Looking at the dazzling red color, the boy even felt a hint of pleasure.

He knew there was something wrong with his mentality, but he couldn't control himself.

Blood drips dripped from the boy's cold white fingertips, making a sound in the quiet room. The bronze mirror only reflected the boy's narrow eyes, with a faint black mist.

…

What is buried in the heart by the master may be unbearable or painful. When you think back on those memories, it is like tearing open your own scar with your own hands.

The man in white clothes was sitting kneeling in front of the mirror, with three thousand black hairs dispersed in a mess, and a pair of empty eyes looked at the mirror, reflecting the eyes without desire.

In fact, there is no desire or desire, but just suppressing all emotions in the heart.

Only when there is no one, will you lick the wound alone.

"I miss you……"

He suddenly spoke, murmured with his voice, not sure who he was talking to.

The night is quiet,

The beautiful figure lowered his eyes and his fair hands rubbed the broken jade.

Just like the broken dream of a boy.

Jun Zhan suddenly wondered whether he was breaking the jade pendant at the same time, and he also broke that person's heart?

It’s just that he knew it too late and woke up too late that he could no longer be saved.

He didn't know when he started to be afraid of other people's poking, and even accidentally brushed his fingertips, he felt cold in his body. He couldn't control himself. He could always think of that disgusting and greedy gaze. Every time he thought of it, it felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, unable to breathe or struggle.

He began to dislike, disgust any person, disgusted with any physical touches that arise inadvertently. After he went back, he would wash his hands for an hour, soak them until they turned white and rub them until they were bloody, but he still felt sick and didn't feel any pain, so he continued to wash his hands.

He still disliked, and while he hated others, he also hated himself.

He knew he was sick and had a problem with his mentality, but he couldn't cure himself.

Those past, those past, those dazzling red and disgusting gazes are imprinted in my heart.

He couldn't forget, nor could he let himself go.

I don’t know how long I had been kneeling in front of the mirror, but when Jun Zhan got up, his body was still a little stiff.

He looked straight at the night outside the window, and the light was dark and there was no light.

Jun Zhan looked for a while, quietly lowered his eyes and came to the desk where the man often sat when he was there. He sat on a wooden chair, rubbing Li Huamuzhuo with his fingertips bit by bit, and his eyes were full of greed and obsessed smiles, as if he wanted to feel something through the cold temperature.

But suddenly,

Jun Zhan's fingertips paused.

He frowned, rubbed the unsmooth place with cold white fingertips, and even had a little thorny hand.

The night is like water,

The beautiful figure bent his waist slightly, and his dark pupils went to see the uneven place. In the next second, he was stiff there, and his pupils were deeply imprinted with the scene he saw.

It was engraved with his name, neatly crafted and dense,

Jun Zhan, Jun Zhan, Jun Zhan…

It's all him.

The tiny name looks shocking.
Chapter completed!