The woman carefully noted down one by one, and then still looked forward to seeing Xiang Tianlai, as if expecting her to say more.

Xiang Tianlai sneered and sneered: "two requirements for four answers, enough."

The woman was choked and speechless for a while, but her face was ugly. She pulled the window again and completely isolated her again.

Xiang Tianlai sat up against the door again. The cool door and the ground could keep her awake enough.

Raise your hand to touch the cigarette thrown over the ground, draw out a cigarette, skillfully light it.

After taking a deep breath, the fire flickering on the cigarette end goes out from time to time. After a long breath, a piece of smoke gradually spreads in the air, and the split wound seems to be less painful.

Xiang Tianlai is sitting quietly by the door. It seems that she has not touched a cigarette for a long time.

She can't remember how long it took

She just remembered that he didn't like the way she smoked skillfully, the scar on her wrist.

But now think about it, what do you like or not?

It's all fake.

A cigarette smoke, her eyes also blurred a bit, the whole body around the smoke let her look a bit hazy, not real, but as if there is a layer of obstruction, let her no longer so vulnerable.

He pinched out the cigarette end on the floor, lit another one, took two puffs in his mouth, then picked up the make-up bag on the ground, got up and walked into the bathroom.

Although the bathroom is simple, but good in the mirror is big enough to let her see clearly at the moment inside the mirror haggard woman.

Xiang Tianlai first put the cigarette end on the side of the pool, and then washed his face with the coldest water.

After drying, open the make-up bag and paint a little strange.

As time went by, the whole bathroom was filled with a faint smell of tobacco, because smoke was not a good smoke, so the smell was not good, but because she had just smoked for a short time, it was not bad.

The woman in the mirror is changing bit by bit, as if every second has passed, a person has changed in the mirror.

Twenty minutes later, the ash fell naturally for the first time. Xiang Tianlai tied up his hair and finally stopped to look at himself in the mirror.

That's her, isn't it?

This is her Xiang Tianlai

From the age of 12-3, she has always been like this, from the beginning of the young and green, to the later beauty, and then to today's full of vicissitudes, this is her, isn't it?

Xiang Tianlai looks at herself in the mirror. Is she really only in her twenties?

Why does she feel like she's been through centuries?

Xiang Tianlai looked down at the end of the burning cigarette butts, slowly picked it up, took the last puff, put it out, and threw it into the toilet.

After leaving the bathroom, she went back to bed and lit a cigarette again, as if only nicotine could relieve her pain.

Xiang Tianlai's eyes fell on his wrist. Just now Yin Shaolong pushed her a little harder, so that some blood stains appeared on the adhesion between the palm and wrist.

Xiang Tianlai's eyes leaped over these small wounds and landed on three cigarette scars on his wrist.

The three round scars look ugly, deep or shallow, and have no good-looking shape.

Most people would think that these scars were left when she was young and frivolous, and thought that she was vigorous and vigorous in her youth, and then she made such a thing out of her mind.