C8

An Ye was brought back to the country by Li Zhengnan overnight.

For days and nights, she did not sleep well. She was exhausted to the extreme.

When Li Zhengnan took her back to his apartment and threw a thick diary in front of her, he woke up instantly.

This diary was something she had bought for him. Naturally, she knew that it was Li Zhengnan's diary.

"This is Li Zhengnan's diary, it clearly records how you played with his feelings!" "Good night, open your eyes wide and look clearly!" Li Zhengnan pressed her head down and pressed her face against the diary.

An Xin was astonished, but after he let go, she hesitantly looked at him and said, "So, you really aren't Li Zhengnan? Tell me, is Zhengnan still alive? "

"Ha!" Of course he died! Otherwise, why would I come here to take revenge for him! " The man slouched back against the sofa and lit a cigarette.

In the flickering light, An Ye finally believed that this man was not Li Zhengnan!

He had asthma in the south and never smoked!

When the familiar handwriting appeared in front of her eyes, she felt a stab in her heart and frowned.

It was indeed a handwriting from the south. It was his diary.

To be exact, it was not a diary, because it was not always recorded. Sometimes it was a journal, sometimes it was a journal, sometimes it was a journal … And each one was only a few short sentences.

As he flipped through the pages, the frown on his face deepened.

Zheng Nan's diary writing was very unstable. Sometimes, it was her emotional confession that gave them hope for the future of both of them … However, she would occasionally say some unfathomable things, saying that she had a purpose to get close to him, that she did not love him, and only loved the label on his body …

In the last few pages, he seemed to be in a state of disarray, repeating over and over that Annihilation had cheated him of his feelings, that he was a fool or something like that.

An Ye didn't want to believe that this was written by Li Zhengnan, but the familiar handwriting was indeed his, and the book was also his.

"You should recognize Li Zhengnan's handwriting, right?" The man stubbed out the fifth cigarette, then turned to her and asked her coldly.

Annihilation closed the diary and firmly shook his head. "Although it's a book from the south and is also his handwriting, a lot of what he wrote clearly did not exist!"

Having said so, An Wan subconsciously looked at the man beside her and suddenly thought of a schizophrenia patient she interviewed a year ago.

That patient was a successful thirty-something year old person, but he had suffered from a severe personality split. He was sometimes gentle like a little wolfdog to his wife, and sometimes violent at home … As for himself, when he was awake, he could not remember his violent self at all.

Could it be … Could it be that Zhennan also suffered from schizophrenia?

Therefore, the man in front of him was most likely from the south, and his current performance was the same as the diary he wrote down, splitting him apart!

Li Zhengnan leaned over, pinched her chin with one hand, and coldly stared at her with narrowed eyes, "You still want to deny it?" "If it wasn't for you breaking up with him, he wouldn't have crashed after getting drunk!"

Annihilation was shocked by his cold expression, he closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "The breakup was proposed by Zhengnan, not me! "He wrote the exact opposite in his diary!"

She was about to collapse!

The man in front of him was clearly from the south, but it just so happened that it wasn't him!

This diary was written directly south of the country, but many of its contents were clearly wrong!

What happened to him before the incident in the south?

"Still trying to argue!" The man gritted his teeth and pushed her onto the sofa. "From today onwards, if you dare to take even one step out of this villa, I'll send you to Li Zhengnan in heaven!"