Mu Ye Returns Mu Ye Returns

Cheng Mu sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the moon hanging slantingly on the treetops outside the window, there were a few frog calls not far away, there were few stars in the southern sky, only a few blinking eyes occasionally.

Suddenly, he wanted to cry, and an unknown thing gushed out of Cheng Mu's throat, stuck in his neck, like a stubborn stone, stuck in it.Cheng Mu took a breath, trying not to let the sadness in his heart come to his eyes.

But it was still too late, a hot thing swirled around his eyes, he raised his head, like a person who was dying, his eyes were wide open, the tears had to flow in the corners of his eyes, and couldn't go down, so he just stared like this , like a demon, with his eyes open.

The eyes were astringent and painful, Cheng Mu stubbornly refused to blink, as if the eyes were forced open and a lot of wind was poured into them.

Suddenly, the eyes seemed to be out of Cheng Mu's command, and the upper and lower eyelids pecked up and down very lightly, involuntarily and quickly, so fast that Cheng Mu didn't even feel it, and then the tears lingering in the corner of his eyes seemed to be Finally found the exit, and in such a hurry, it slid down Cheng Mu's cheek, leaving a water mark, blown by the cool summer night wind, it had a biting taste.Cheng Mu let out a low growl in pain, biting the sheets and whining like a wounded animal. He hated himself for being like this.

Yes, even if you hate yourself, why not allow others to hate you?Perhaps, as Cheng Yu said, he was born to be abandoned.

Qin Mu bin him and saw his actions.

You must feel like a pervert.

He must be like everyone else, gradually alienating himself.

In the eyes of those people, they all looked like themselves.

Ferocious, crazy, dull, bloody.

Like a complete lunatic!

It's just that they would go away every time, and I never cared about it, did I?

I really don't care about Qin Mubin's estrangement, really don't care, really don't care.

Really.

No wonder you don't care!

Cheng Mu's chest suddenly felt a suffocating pain.

As if suffocating, I want to roar in pain!Want to run wild!Want to go crazy!

wanna die.

Cheng Mu curled up on the bed in pain, whines and roars that did not match his age burst out from his immature throat.

Everyone comes into this world with naked emotions, everyone is like a white and soft lychee, everyone is pure white and flawless.

Everyone has been curious about this world, everyone has admired this world, and everyone has longed for this world.

Everyone is the same, there is no difference, everyone should get what he wants.

Everyone deserves love.

No one is different.

Cheng Mu once thought about it so naively.

Even humble begging.

Cheng Mu suddenly smiled foolishly.

He got up and went to the bedside table next to the bed, opened the drawer numbly, and took out something from it.

He stood in front of the window, looked down at his arms that were tightly covered by long sleeves, sighed, and slowly opened the sleeves. Under the white woven lamp, streaks of blood criss-crossed on the white jade-like arms. , densely packed, deep and shallow, like twisting snakes frantically intertwining and biting, dyeing a path of blood.

In this world, no one really loves me.

Cheng Mu held a bright silver blade, the sharp thin blade shone with a frightening and strange light under the moonlight.