You Are My Rare Passion

Ji Chunjue owed a huge amount of usury and hid everywhere. There was no place for him in the city center, so he had no choice but to hide here.

Ye Xingbei looked at the sewage ditches and garbage dumps everywhere and said, "His evil will be rewarded with evil."

The corner of Yue Ya'er's lips twitched: "Yes."

She walked towards the bridge hole where Ji Chunjue lived.

Every step she took was very slow.

My heart and legs were heavy, like lead.

She had been looking forward to this moment for a long time.

It was as if she had lived for this moment since the night her mother died.

Every time I think of the scene of my mother lying in a pool of blood, it feels like a blunt knife is cutting her heart one by one.

The hatred for Ji Chunjue is like poison that eats into the bones.

Over the years, it has only increased.

She waited for so long, hoped for so long, and finally... she finally waited for the day when Ji Chunjue died in the most tragic way!

The blood in her body was circulating in a strange way, it was unknown whether it was boiling or cold.

Step by step, she finally reached the bridge hole where Ji Chunjue lived.

Ji Chunjue was covered in blood, lying on a pile of dark objects.

He was surrounded by a mess of plastic bags, waste cardboard, and drink bottles.

Hearing footsteps, he struggled to open his eyes.

Yue Ya'er squatted down in front of him.

A pungent stench rushed into her nostrils, but she didn't care at all.

Even, she enjoyed it.

She was happy to smell the rotten breath of the enemy.

That represents her enemy, who is enduring the torment that life would be worse than death.

She was very happy to see this scene.

Very happy!

Seeing a well-dressed, young and beautiful girl squatting down beside him, Ji Chunjue struggled to open his eyes wide and opened his mouth: "Please, please...take me to the hospital...I, I was bitten by a dog, please kind people, take me to the hospital...I, I don't want to die..."

"My mother doesn't want to die either," Yue Ya'er stared at him, her voice was cold, and there was hatred flowing in her eyes: "My mother loves my father very much, and loves me very much... She is a gentle and virtuous woman. Husband and son, and my father love each other... She doesn't want to die either."

Ji Chunjue looked at Yue Ya'er.

His cloudy eyes looked confused, as if he didn't understand why this well-dressed and beautiful girl squatted in this dilapidated place and said such inexplicable words to him.

Yue Ya'er curled his lips mockingly: "Ji Chunjue, do you know why you are lying here?"

Ji Chunjue opened his eyes wide and stared at her firmly.

Yue Ya'er's voice became somewhat joyful: "I planned it!...Because, I came to seek revenge on you, and I want you to die!"

"You...you..." Ji Chunjue's eyes widened, his eyes were about to burst, as if he was going to stare his eyes out of their sockets.

"My surname is Yue, and my name is Yue Ya'er..." Yue Ya'er stared at him, "What, did you remember anything?"

"You...you..." Ji Chunjue shivered violently, "you...you are..."

"That's right," Yue Ya'er interrupted him, "I am the daughter of the pregnant woman you killed!"

Yue Ya'er stared at him, every word was filled with hatred: "Ji Chunjue, do you still remember the pregnant woman who was killed by you? One dead body and two lives... After so many years, have you ever been condemned by conscience? Are you having nightmares?"