Zhang Mei stayed in the hospital for two days before returning home.

When she came back, she was wearing a big mask and covering most of her face, well, she still looked beautiful.

Some neighbors were curious, and Li Zhi said that he had a cold and a little cold.

When he returned home, Zhang Mei took off the mask, revealing the lower half of his hideous face, wearing ointment, and from time to time blood flowed out of the muscles involved in the expression on his face, wet and greasy, disgusting and scary.

She didn't want to pick it.

But there is no way, the doctor said, to breathe, keep the air circulating, in June, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, if you cover it, it will rot, and it is very likely that maggots will grow.

If you want to restore the beauty of the prosperous world, you have to live an unsightly life.

Fortunately, there are still masks, even if you buy something, you can buy it directly online, and it doesn't matter if you can't go out or not.

Li Zhi entered the kitchen as soon as he got home, and Zhang Mei was very troublesome to eat now, he had to eat liquid food, and he had to be light. But even so, it is very inconvenient, and the wound will always be touched, and it must be cleaned and disinfected before eating.

Zhang Mei hated Yu Jiale to death.

Well, Yu Jiale is dead, no matter how much he hates, it will be useless to hate it, and it will not help.

She looked at herself in the mirror, in fact, the wound was not that big, but the upper and lower lip were bitten off, revealing two rows of large white teeth and bright red gums underneath, after all, the place where the teeth could reach was very limited.

The doctor said that it was a bit difficult to repair, but it didn't matter, she had money, as long as she could restore it to its original state, she was willing to spend as much money as she wanted. It's really not, heh, isn't Feng Zhengxuan a rich second generation? Ready-made small vaults, not for nothing.

Zhang Mei took a deep breath and tried to accept the face in the mirror.

Her fingers were shaking uncontrollably, her eyes were slowly bloodshot, and finally she screamed, waving her hand and sweeping everything off the dresser to the ground.

Those cosmetics, once favorites, are now too dazzling to look at more.

Li Zhi was washing the vegetables in the kitchen, when he heard the sound from the bedroom, the movements in his hands paused, he lowered his eyes, scooped the vegetables into the basket to dry, as if he hadn't heard anything.

People are like this, when the things they like suddenly become imperfect or even potentially threatening, they will subconsciously distance themselves.

"Yu Jiale, Yu Jiale, it's been five years, why do you still want to pester me, why?"

Zhang Mei propped his hands on the dresser and shouted in the mirror, his eyes full of hatred.

That dream, obviously not like that.

Everything was right before, but there was no knock on the door, Yu Jiale didn't come in, didn't question her, and there was no later, no, although there was wonton stew, she ate it alone in the room.

The next meal was Yu Jiale's knock on the door and shouting for help.

She ignored it.

After feeling comfortable, I felt a little annoyed, so I stuffed the earphones into my ears.

In the end, Yu Jiale died outside the door.

A pair of lifeless eyes stared at the ceiling, and the floor was covered in blood.

She knew that Yu Jiale should hate her, but why wait until five years later.

It's a last resort.

Feng Zhengxuan's family is powerful and powerful, and there is so much money, no one is not moved when they see so much money.

If she is already dead, why not fulfill her? Isn't it a good girlfriend, isn't it right to dedicate yourself to becoming a friend?

Even if you take revenge, you should go to the person who really killed her.

Zhang Mei couldn't figure it out.

Maybe she understands it in her heart, but she subconsciously puts all the blame on others to prove her innocence and grievances.

And for so many years, because of that incident, she lost her great future, hiding in such a small county town to marry such a useless man, and the rest of her life was ruined. I thought that even if I owed something to Yu Jiale, I would pay it off.

But, is that really the case?

Maybe.

Siru sat on the windowsill, her white dress not moving, and she had a faint smile on her face, which was completely opposite to Zhang Mei's crazy and resentful expression reflected in the mirror.

After a long time, I heard her sigh softly.

Yu Jiale is still too kind, but he has to forgive Zhang Mei so much.

Siru: ......

Yes, that's fine. The employer's will is paramount.

However, the promise that good girlfriends should be together cannot be lost.

So, Zhang Mei, let's be with Jiale forever. You see, even if she died, it was only a symbolic little revenge, and she didn't want your life.

That's not what you did back then.

Siru lowered her eyes, although she had planned to let Zhang Mei accompany you at first.

If you don't want to, forget it.

The wind blew softly, and there was no one on the windowsill.

Three days later, Li Zhi wanted to go out to study for half a month, although Zhang Mei was unwilling, but he couldn't, and helped him pack his things and send them to the door for the first time.

Rare gentleness.

When the door was closed, her face was bitter, she was like this now, what else could she do except slap Li Zhi to death.

Without the beauty of the prosperous world, she has become hateful, if her temper is not good, heh, she can't think of anything about Li Zhi and her.

People must be self-aware, and they must also know how to recognize reality.

Zhang Mei was about to walk away when he heard a pop, as if something was slamming on the door.

She froze, stiffened, and turned to stare at the door with a wary expression.

Don't blame her for being so cautious, I've been really scared recently, and I always have a feeling that Yu Jiale has been waiting for an opportunity to retaliate by her side.

Oh, I'm going to drag her to hell.

After that sound, there was no more sound, as if what had just been heard was an illusion.

Zhang Mei took a deep breath and slowly walked to the door, but through the cat's eye, he didn't see anything outside.

Perhaps, it was really an illusion, or a voice from a neighbor's house.

Zhang Mei thought in his heart.

She glanced at the closed door, but still didn't dare to open it to check, and turned to walk inside. After experiencing haunted events that were even more terrifying than nightmares, Zhang Mei had long been like a frightened bird.

And outside the door she didn't see, on the brown-red door, a bright red bloody handprint loomed.

The knock on the door, which was subconsciously ignored by Zhang Mei that day, was like a beginning, and every day after that, at half past ten in the morning, the door would be slammed.

The sound became louder and louder, from the first sound, to the second and third sounds, and many sounds.

Zhang Mei can no longer comfort himself with mishearing.

Obviously, something is wrong.

But she didn't dare to open the door, not even to look out with the cat's eyes, for fear of seeing something terrible.

Hiding on the bed, wrapped in the quilt, he called Li Zhi tremblingly, wanting to ask when he would come back.

However, Li Zhi did not answer the phone.

Zhang Mei silently wept, feeling abandoned by the whole world.

Fear, grievance, all turned into crazy hatred for a person.

Take out your phone, find a number without remarks, and call it.

The phone rang several times before it was picked up.

"Hey, who's that?"

The lazy voice seems to have just woken up.

Zhang Mei squinted his eyes slightly, and his hatred was surging, "Feng Zhengxuan, Yu Jiale is back, she is back and has taken revenge." ”

On the other side of the phone, the young man with a handsome face was stunned for a moment, and quickly reacted.

"What did you say?"

There was anger in his voice.