"You let Liu Liu go and don't hurt her. She's just an ordinary little woman. Do you hear me? Let her go. If something comes to me, don't hurt her. " Qian Yiman shouts anxiously, because her feet are tied. When she jumps to the door, the door is closed again, and Yang Yanliu has been taken away by those people.
Qian Yiman jumps to the door and slams the door with his body. The solid wood door doesn't move. He can only hear their figure going farther and farther with his ears.
Yang Yanliu has been shouting, struggling, the voice of fear gradually away.
No matter how qianyiman screamed or hit the door, he couldn't stop the fact that Yang Yanliu was taken away.
"Who are these people and what are they going to do with Liuliu? When will Mr. Tang come? "
Qian Yi man is looking around at the dark, hoping that the person who kidnapped Liu Liu won't hurt her.
Yang Yanliu, who was taken away, struggled for a period of time and failed. Then he stopped struggling and looked around with a pair of timid eyes.
It's surrounded by tall trees. Is it in the wilderness? Why did you bring her here?
"Brother, can you spare me?"
The men in black ignored her and dragged her to the mountain. It was thought that a big pit had been dug in the middle of the mountain. The pit was just over there with a coffin beside it.
The bottom of my heart suddenly cool, can't believe to look at the pit and coffin, they this is to bury her alive?
No... no!
"You let me go, I don't want to die. Please, I have a two-year-old son in my family. If the child doesn't have me, what will he do? Please, OK?" Fear makes Yang Yanliu's legs weak. She needs these people in black to carry her.
Looking at the pit in the distance, she was scared.
Tears had long been on her face, and death seemed to be waving to her.
Is she dead today? She couldn't figure out who wanted her to die.
As if they couldn't hear Yang Yanliu's plea, they forced her into the coffin and nailed her to death.
Then put the coffin into the soil and bury it. Find the dry leaves around to cover the trace here.
Yang Yanliu is in the coffin, constantly clapping and shouting.
Cold coffin, cold from the bone. Different from the inside of the small dark room, where there is qianyiman company, there are people talking. Here the body can't move, and quiet, there is a piercing cold.
Yang Yanliu kept crying and felt that death was approaching like her.
The air in the coffin became thinner and less, and the coffin gradually became sultry, which made her sweat all over, and her consciousness began to become fuzzy.
Is she going to die? So he left the human world.
She and Xinghai haven't been reconciled, and they haven't explained clearly what happened in those years, and they haven't been forgiven by him.
If he knew that he was dead, what kind of reaction would it be, a cold smile, or mourning for him? Sorry for a few days!
May be no expression, in his eyes, I'm a woman who forced him to marry by death, a person who was desperate for money. Perhaps her death, on the contrary, will give him a relaxed and calm.
Perhaps, her departure, can let him free.
It's a pity that her young son, who had no father since childhood, finally had a father, but her mother left him forever.
Xiaowangwang, I'm sorry.
Xinghai, I love you. If there is any chance, I will try my best to win your forgiveness and let you fall in love with me again.