mmed from love. Otherwise, how could she face him, how could she face herselfBut this person, has become her heart demon more and more...Slowly reaching out, she grasped the fruit knife on the bedside...Ah... I remember. How could it not hurt

If there is no pain, why would you spend half your life on it

If there were no pain, which fool would risk half their life on this gamble

And the reward was, he finally turned to look at himself

It took three years, forcing myself to learn that person's coldness and ruthlessness, forcing myself to see the facts clearly. Thinking back, I remember it all... how cruel. Even the chance to let myself be a turtle hiding in its shell is being taken away

Tried desperately to convince myself that I didn't care, that I wasn't in love anymore, thinking that would be the key to escaping this cycle. In the end, even though I believed I didn't care and wasn't in love, I still couldn't break free from it.

It seems you still mind.

Originally, there, it still hurt.

Originally, the feeling of being infatuated with one person will remain in your heart forever.

She looked up at the ceiling, at this moment, how much she hoped, like in a novel, that she had been in a car accident, suffered amnesia, and from then on, forgotten everything.

If only that were possible.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone in the house, the woman seemed different, casting a heavy pall over the hearts of those who beheld her.

The stylist was just about to continue his sarcastic remarks, "Really..." when the woman slowly picked up her clothes. A gruff, commanding voice, indifferent yet undeniable, rang out:

"Go out."

The stylist felt humiliated inexplicably: "Ms. Jian, do you consider yourself the mistress of this house What qualifications do you have to order us around"

"Go out."

Everyone thought the woman would be humiliated, just like before, being ridiculed and mocked by the stylist until her face turned pale. However, no one expected that the woman picked up the scissors on the table, "snap!"

"What are you doing!" the stylist exclaimed urgently.

No one noticed the tremor in the woman's hand, nor did anyone notice her desperately trying to control her body, that damn uncontrollable trembling.

Jian Tong's self-deprecating eyes scanned over, taking in the hands holding the scissors and the dress... How could she not know that no matter what decision she made, no matter how much sadness and pain was in her heart, this body had learned from those three years a "fear" that would never be forgotten.

No matter how straight Jian Tong’s spine was, this body had been branded with the mark of “lowliness” during those three years. When faced with frightening things, it would reflexively produce fear, followed by trembling and fright.

Taking a deep breath, she growled in a rough voice, "Get out. If you want to keep your jobs."

"You..."

Also tell Butler Xia that he shouldn't play such childish tricks anymore.

“I don't know what you're talking about!” the stylist’s face paled, as he tried to defend himself.

"Shen Xiuqin, he, likes pink, not white." Jian Tong said in a hoarse voice, nonchalantly.

"Huh" Jian Tong's words were nonsensical, and the stylist didn't understand at first. But three seconds later, they suddenly understood.

Perhaps he was in the wrong, perhaps this woman wasn't as easy to manipulate as he thought, or maybe she had something on him. The stylist's delicately sculpted face flushed with a mix of white and red, but he dared not speak another word.

"Let's go." After a long silence, the stylist growled in a dark tone.

Jian Tong turned around and picked out a black dress from the closet. She put on her coat, changed into her high heels, and turned to leave the bedroom.

Tap, tap, tap....

One, two, three...

One step… why bother waking up Why not let her live in a daze, pretending from now on that she doesn't care, that she’s no longer in love

Two steps… Is it love, or hate Or perhaps, both love and hate

Three steps... From this point on, is it escape, or stay How to choose Calling her, how to choose! Still caring, but for her, deep down inside, it's hard to accept this feeling of care.

It wasn't that I didn't love, it was just that the love was too difficult, too painful. I would rather spend every day, every moment, constantly hypnotizing myself: I don't care anymore.

Why, of all days, do I have to meet this damn hairstylist today!

Why, that darn stylist had to go and mouth off to her like that!

Why, that damned feeling of heartbreak is so deeply engraved, impossible to forget!

Shen Xiujin, I should, how to face you.

Cared deeply, but could no longer accept this feeling of care.

Hate!

Hating him, hating myself even more!

This pathetic obsession with loving a person, to her, felt unbearably lowly. The terrifying thing was, she couldn't resist this lowliness! Jian Tong, you would be better off dead. She closed her eyes, and finally, stood at the foot of the stairs.d grandson said to decide by voting.At this juncture, no one else would dare to speak up in opposition.As expected, after a round of voting, Shen Xiujin was the most popular choice.Lu Mingchu's smile...