C107

She was no longer afraid of your woman. She didn't even care about death, so how could she care about face?

After paying the bill, the driver immediately stepped on the accelerator and left the car as if he had seen a ghost. An Keke moved forward step by step, as if warm blood was snaking down her thighs, but she couldn't care less. She only felt dizzy and couldn't see clearly.

When she walked down the stairs and saw that the mailbox had been stuffed with newspapers for a long time, she had a thought that it was good to see him before she died. After taking out the newspaper, An Keke barely managed to hold on to the elevator, and as she leaned against the wall, she started sweating profusely, so much so that she was almost unable to support herself. When she looked down, blood was already dripping down her leg.

When she reached the floor she was going to go to, she gripped her bag tightly and struggled to get out. With every step she took, her lower body seemed to be in pain and her heart ached. She reluctantly opened the door of the apartment.

She kicked off her high heels and walked in, holding her breath, every step she took was very, very light and careful. She looked around, as if the air was still sealing off his last breath, I just love you, I just love you, am I wrong?

But I can't bear to hate you.

An Keke walked into the bedroom with the newspaper in her hands. As she opened the pages one by one, her gaze was instantly focused.

He's getting married.

Her heart instantly dropped as her eyes stared blankly at the extremely thick and black title.

Tears streamed down her face. She flipped through the newspaper, but there was no news of the bride. It seemed that the Shen family was very protective of this future mistress.

She opened a drawer, found a pair of scissors, and cut off a huge single photo of him in the newspaper. I don't know who the bride is, so can I fancy that it's me?

She took out a picture of herself in a frame and put it with his. He was handsome, and she was beautiful, but they were never a pair.

Her fingers were trembling as she wrote a line of words at the bottom of his photo: If, in the next life, I am a girl who is innocent, if I am not in the entertainment industry, if I am not tainted with drugs, if I still love you deeply, would you like me?

Would he see it? When he saw this line of words, when he saw her body, would he shed a tear for her, would he know what she had done for him?

If he knew, would he send a bunch of flowers to her grave and call out her name, Keke? Lovely, lovable, lovable. Poor and lamentable...

She turned the photo over, her fingers trembling so much that she couldn't hold the pen, but she still stubbornly wrote: I envy the woman who is going to marry you so much. I wish it were me, who is seventeen years old, who is jealous of you for the first and last time …

After painstakingly removing the mattress, she took out a small packet of heroin from an inconspicuous corner. Her tears had long exposed her thick makeup, revealing a faintly bruised face. She looked at the scattered photos of the two people on the bed and faintly smiled.

Sister, you have to wait for me, you can't leave me behind, I'm the only person in this world who is close to you, what's more important than me? Sister, I beg you, if you leave me alone, then I'll study, study abroad, talent, what's the point of that?

An Ran seemed to have gone crazy as she ran towards the familiar apartment. If she hadn't glanced back at her sister before going upstairs, if she hadn't seen how helpless her sister was, if she hadn't had the ability to run to the ATM to check the amount on the card, she would still be in the dark …

There were five million and three hundred thousand on the card. She knew that there must be some kind of secret behind this huge number. Why did her elder sister leave her all the money?

She did not dare to think about it, but her sharp intelligence must have guessed that something had happened to her elder sister, and that it would even take her life.

She was so flustered that she forgot to stop the taxi and ran back to An Keke's apartment without stopping. It was the middle of summer, the favorite season of the year for An Keke. An Ran stopped and stared at the 17th floor's balcony with her eyes wide open.

She quickly rushed up the elevator. Her eyes could no longer hold back the tears as they dripped down. "Big sister, big sister, you have to wait for me …"

Just as the spare key was about to unlock the door, An Ran's gaze was instantly attracted by the dripping blood on the ground. She suddenly shuddered, and her hand that was trying to unlock the door began to tremble even more. She pushed open the door as if she had gone mad, and yelled as if she was about to howl, "Sis, Sis, where are you?"

She headed straight for An Keke's bedroom. The bedroom door was only ajar, but An Ran didn't dare open it …

"Ran Ran, wash your hands and eat!"

"Ran Ran, stop playing games. Time to study …"

"Ran Ran is really beautiful, she's grown so tall …"

An Ran immediately closed her eyes and used her fingers to force open the bedroom door. She lifted her tear-filled eyes and saw An Keke, who had a nosebleed, lying on the floor. She was clutching two photos tightly in her hands …

"Elder sister, your heart is truly ruthless …"

An Ran laughed softly as tears flowed down her face. She walked over like a puppet and squatted down beside An Keke's still warm corpse. Her makeup was all gone, and her face was covered in scars and wrinkles. She was only nineteen years old.

An Ran did not cry or laugh. She sat down on the floor and took two photographs from her sister, one of a man she had seen on television so often, the other of her sister, who was seventeen years old.