Chapter 1727

The blood slipped down the boy's clean and meaningful side face, dyed the snow-white clothes red, and finally fell on the ground.

The young people seem to feel no pain at all. They stand in front of the mirror without expression, and their eyes don't blink. In that look, they are endless cold indifference.

Since it starts with this face,

That's destroying this face.

It's clean and done.

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

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

Blood drops dropped from the boy's cold white fingertips and made a sound in the silent room. The bronze mirror only reflected the boy's narrow eyes, suffused with a faint black fog.

…

The memories buried in the bottom of my heart by my master may be unbearable or painful. Now when I think back again, it's like tearing my scars with my own hands.

The indifferent man in white knelt in front of the mirror, with 3000 green silk scattered in disorder. A pair of empty and clear eyes looked at the mirror, reflecting the eyes without desire and desire.

In fact, where is nothing, no desire, but to suppress all emotions in the bottom of my heart.

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

"I miss you..."

He suddenly opened his mouth and murmured in his voice. He didn't know who he was talking to.

The night is quiet,

The beautiful figure has low eyes and white hands rubbing the broken jade.

Just like the broken dream of a teenager.

Jun Zhan suddenly wondered if he was also breaking the man's heart when he broke the jade pendant?

But he knew too late and woke up too late, so that it was irreparable.

He didn't know when he began to be afraid of being poked and touched by others. Even if his fingertips were accidentally wiped, he would feel cold. He couldn't control himself. He could always think of that disgusting and greedy look. Every time he thought of it, it was like falling into an ice cave, unable to breathe or struggle.

He began to dislike, dislike anyone, and dislike any unintentional limb touch. After he went back, he even washed his hands for an hour. His hands were white and rubbed with blood, but he still felt sick and continued to wash his hands without pain.

He still hates, and hates himself as well as others.

He knew that he was ill and his mentality had gone wrong, but he didn't do well.

Those past, those once, the dazzling red and disgusting eyes are branded in my heart.

He can't forget or let himself go.

I don't know how long I knelt in front of the mirror. When Jun Zhan got up, his body was still a little stiff.

He glanced at the night outside the window. There was no light or shadow in the dark.

Jun Zhan looked at it for a while, quietly lowered his eyes and came to the desk where the man often sat when he was there. He sat on the wooden chair and rubbed the pear blossom wooden Zhuo with his fingertips. His eyes were full of greedy and crazy laughter, as if he wanted to feel something through the cold temperature.

Just suddenly,

Jun Zhan's fingertips stopped.

He frowned, his cold white fingers rubbed the unsmooth place, and even stabbed his hands.

The night is like water,

The waist of the beautiful figure was slightly bent, and the dark pupils looked at the uneven place. Only the next second, his whole person was stiff there, and the pupils were deeply branded with the picture he saw.

It was engraved with his name, neat and dense,

Jun Zhan, Jun Zhan, Jun Zhan

It's all him.

The thin name looks shocking.