The whole world wants to attack me

Chapter 48 The little white flower is about to turn black (8)

Forcibly suppressing waves of nausea.

Fusang returned to the bedroom.

She wanted to find a piece of paper, write down the regrets of the original owner, and make a list.

While searching, I accidentally found the diary that the original owner kept in the box like a treasure.

Fusang opened it casually and took a look.

Every word on every page expresses her love for Gu Shaoming.

From the shyness at the beginning of a crush, to the joy of getting married.

Although she was left out in the cold after marriage, she firmly believed that Gu Shaoming would one day see her goodness and come back to her.

Until now, the original owner was still full of energy and full of hope for life.

Looking back, the pain of losing a child for the first time forced her to admit the fact that her husband did not love her.

Although the couple had a brief sweet moment after she became pregnant for the second time.

But all this is fleeting like a flash in the pan.

Michelle lost her child again, her husband thought she did it, and she was once again locked in a cage-like villa.

No freedom, not even someone to talk to her.

There are mottled marks on every subsequent page, and the font is blurred by tears.

Through a piece of paper, Fusang could also feel the heart-piercing pain rushing towards his face.

The diary is gone at this point, and even if the original owner didn't write it down in the diary, Fuso knew the rest of it.

Both parents passed away, and the second child in her belly also left her.

From then on she was alone in the world.

After reading the diary, Fusang sighed.

Although in her opinion, the original owner's act of breaking up with her parents because of love was stupid, but her current fate can be regarded as paying the price for her original stupidity.

She is so miserable, it makes no sense for the other two to be cool and moist without guilt.

No one is innocent in this tragedy, and everyone should pay the price.

His body began to ache again.

After closing the diary, Fusang went to find the painkiller in the living room.

Just as she stood up with her palms on the table, suddenly, a short knife with a cold light lay across her neck.

"do not move!"

A repressed voice sounded from behind.

The strong smell of blood made Fusang guess who it was even without looking back.

Fusang maintained his half-up position, and slowly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Where are my things?"

Fusang's cuteness didn't make the man relax his vigilance, he tightened his hands, and the sharp edge of the dagger was pressed against the fragile skin of her neck.

"In the living room, I'll bring it to you."

"go!"

The man pushed Fusang from behind.

She fell forward, her neck brushed against the sharp knife, and a slight tingling pain hit her scalp.

Fusang felt warm blood flowing from the wound.

The man didn't care about this, he raised his other hand and grabbed Fusang's neck from behind, forcing her to take a step forward.

Fusang obediently led him to the living room, and took out the gold medal that was put together with the painkillers and had not yet been sold.

The man took it from Fusang and hung it around his neck again. He put the thumb-sized gold medal into the collar of his shirt and placed it close to his skin.

Judging from the way he cares about it, this thing must be very important to him.

"Your things have been given to you, you can go."

The pain in Fusang's body became more and more intense, her face turned pale, and cold sweat covered her forehead.

The man didn't know about her illness, and seeing her like this, he thought she was nervous and guilty.

He sneered: "What? Do you want to call the police after I leave?"

(End of this chapter)