Drifting Towards You

Su Jincheng just looked at her indifferently, with a cold and scary gaze, making her heart tremble as always.

But she was no longer afraid.

Gu Xiangsi looked away and chuckled, "Su Jincheng, not everyone can be as cold-blooded and ruthless as you? I was blind before. I admit it. You are a monster. I only hate why the retribution is not on me. , But the retribution is on my dad!"

Tears flowed down uncontrollably.

Thinking of the man with pale temples, he died in an unknown place.

The tears flowed more and more fiercely.

She didn't even see him for the last time... didn't even look at him again.

Not even the last side...

That's her father, it's her father!

Not a stranger.

The room gradually became quiet, Su Jincheng's eyes were very cold, and he said coldly: "Is there enough trouble? Go back to the room if you have enough trouble."

Gu Xiangsi glanced at him coldly and sneered.

"How can anyone like someone like you? The last thing I regret in my life is loving you."

When the words fell, Gu Xiangsi retracted his gaze and turned back to the bedroom.

Su Jincheng stood in place, with a dark surge under his cold eyes, and the tips of his big fingers hanging beside him were slightly curled up.

After a few seconds, he lowered his eyes gently.

After opening his eyes again, his eyes have returned to their previous calmness, which makes people feel distressed because of the lackluster but no reason.

Su Jincheng rolled up his sleeves and started cleaning the mess.

There were a few drops of blood on the floor tiles, and a winding bloodstain spread all the way to the door of the guest room.

After half an hour, Su Jincheng took a shower and changed his clothes, took the medicine box and pushed open the door of the guest room.

In the darkness, Gu Xiangsi sat blankly on the head of the bed with his knees hugged, unaware of the wounds on the soles of his feet.

After Su Jincheng turned on the light, the dim yellow light was still a bit dazzling.

Gu Xiangsi frowned, and subconsciously raised his hand to cover it.

Su Jincheng ignored her, sitting on the edge of the bed, pinching one of her feet, and placing it on her lap.

The pale pink soles of the feet were immersed by the shards of porcelain, and a gap of four to five centimeters was cut out, and the tiles were still stuck there, a piece of flesh and blood.

Su Jincheng was silent, first carefully took out the fragments for her with tweezers.

Gu Xiangsi looked at him blankly, a little lost.

He moved skillfully. After taking out the fragments, he carefully inspected it several times, then disinfected with iodophor, and then applied some medicine and carefully wrapped it up with a white bandage.

Gu Xiangsi came back to his senses and slowly said, "Do you think it makes sense for you to do this?"

Su Jincheng remained silent, but the movements on his hands were gentle.

Seeing him not making a sound, Gu Xiangsi raised his hand and pulled the bandage on his foot, acting rudely, completely ignoring the bandage and strangling the wound on the sole of his foot until it bleeds again.

When the bandage was torn off, he threw it to the ground, and even the medicine box next to it was also pushed to the ground.

There was another crackling noise in the bedroom.

Su Jincheng's eyes were cold, and she looked at her coldly and slowly said, "I remember you still have a mother."

Gu Xiangsi's eyelashes quivered, tears welled up in an instant.

She bit her lips tightly and made no sound.

Su Jincheng faintly said: "You can continue to make trouble, I have time to accompany you."

Gu Xiangsi clenched his fists, his chest slightly rising and falling.

Su Jincheng picked up the medicine box and dragged her foot to treat her wound again.

Gu Xiangsi stared at him, his eyelashes were dyed with water.

How does it feel to hate someone you have always loved?