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Chapter 155 The Sick Doctor Lives Next Door (38)

It must be hard to be woken up.

The fingers slowly clenched, and the fingertips held a thorny rose.

his favorite flower.

With a coquettish red.

Blood slowly seeped out from the crevices of the white skin.

Falling on the delicate petals.

The voice gasped weakly.

Echoes in the bathroom.

Leaning against the wall alone, the blood on his fingers became thicker and thicker, but it calmed his restlessness.

But my mind is full of the girl next door.

The eyes are so beautiful.

Can it be nurtured in a bottle?

Ok.

No, it should look better on her.

I was muddled all night, but fell asleep at three o'clock in the morning.

For the first time he was able to fall asleep.

But woke up again after an hour.

Carefully tidy up everything in the room.

The water in the bathroom washed away the blood.

Watching everything with cold eyes.

Silently walked into the studio.

In the endless darkness, only one light was dimly lit.

A paintbrush with red fuel is held between the fingers.

The red of the slow film smudges the white paper.

Almost every detail of the portrait is known with eyes closed.

It didn't take long to draw it.

The background is rich black, like a bottomless black hole.

In the picture, a girl in a red dress looks back.

A large piece of delicate back is exposed.

This is a very revealing dress.

The real people are all charming and charming.

Looking back and smiling, Bai Meisheng is nothing more than that.

On the back, a black butterfly came to life.

He thought that day, the black butterfly must look good on her.

What he carried back that day was a box.

Inside the box is the puzzle of that painting.

He asked someone to rush it out for him.

The big box is full of small puzzle pieces.

A total of 1 yuan.

The room is completely furnished.

Every night, there is only one person, one by one with eyes full of silence.

As if in a daze, he looked at his masterpiece frantically.

Until it is arranged, the room is where he sleeps at night.

drawing...beautiful...

Wen Jin looked at his fingers.

Thinking of something, his eyes suddenly darkened.

He has a history of mental illness, inherited.

Her mother was a madman, but a very nice woman indeed.

But... dead...

Before Wen Yao, his world was gloomy.

Later, a light was shot in, but I longed for the shining of this light even more.

"You said, if I take him abroad, will she go?"

The man smiled lightly.

"Don't you want to go to the United States for medical treatment?"

Wen Jin's eyes suddenly became serious.

"My mother is dead, will I die too?"

The man stuck his fingers in the pocket of his white coat, leaning against the white wall and looking at him.

"Going abroad... will get better. Your illness is very difficult to cure. No one can check it out. It's that difficult."

"Didn't you never care about this?"

He had never taken the medicine he gave him, and he was so worn out by his indifferent attitude that he did not want to speak after countless persuasion to treat the disease.

But... this time?
Wen Jin smiled slightly, and took out a black butterfly necklace between her fingers.

She murmured in her lips: "What if I'm gone, what will she do? She has no family anymore, and there will only be me in the future."

The man smiled.

Wen Jin, one day she will be so serious.

I'm really curious about that girl.

However, the girl Wen Jin fell in love with was destined to be unable to escape.

When Wen Jin left, her eyes returned to their usual indifference.

Look at the phone call.

He pursed his lips and passed on.

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