Chapter 148 Emotional Outbreak

"Are you here, to see my joke?" Jane Tong raised her head, looked at the man in front of her, the corner of her mouth pulled out a miserable smile: "Mr. Shen, you see, you must be very happy, right, the more miserable I am, the happier you are not?"

 Haha, the more miserable she is, the more she can let the Xia Weiming in the ground rest in peace, right?

 "Shen total ... in fact you, simply do not need to do so many things, you did those things before, are not like you, I have been thinking, why you will suddenly change your attitude towards me ... originally, it turned out to be so. "

 Shen Xiu Jin's dark eyes shrunk, his breath hitched, and with an incomparably pained gaze, he lowered his eyes to look at the woman who was hugging the woman in the cabinet.

 A low voice, steeply sounded, "So it's like this, which way is this?"

 The voice was low, but the words entered the woman's ears, the woman hugged herself fiercely. Heart chest tide surging ... how he can still be justified to ask out: this is which?

 "Heh, heh ... so which is the case? Mr. Shen, are you asking me? This is what kind?" She tilted her head, looking up at the man standing in front of her, that jade ice cold handsome excessive face, steeply, viciously pointing to himself: "Mr. Shen, you will not look at yourself?

 This is what kind?

 Not all in your eyes!

 I know, in your eyes, I am the murderer of Xia Weiming, you hate me, you revenge, but I am a person! A human being!

 I can hurt, I have a heart, I am not a puppet on a string."

 Jane Tong tilted her head, her eyes that have long been numb in the eyes, finally for the first time so hallow, without hiding the pain in the bottom of the eyes, show in front of Shen Xiu Jin, she said, her tears have long since dried up, she said, she can't cry out, but at the moment, the eyes overflowed with crystalline teardrops, so they opened their eyes, tilted their heads to stare at the man in front of them, and said in a soft voice:

 "If three years ago, you directly let me die, how good." Blinking lightly, so, tears fall, down the face dripping tears.

 Died, would not have to be held down on the operating table alive, digging out the kidney, "You must not understand, awake to feel a part of their own body, was taken from their own body that process, that feeling, worse than the loss of being awake from the beginning to the end of the process!

 You don't know what the sky looks like from that place, from that tiny barred window, and you don't know how hard it is to live through three years and a thousand days! You know if you don't listen, you will be stripped of your clothes and chained ... "At that moment by the toilet bowl how she wished to die just like that ... Jane Tong choked, did not go on, because, can no longer say it!

 Called her how to speak!

 Not an honorable thing ah!

 Tell her how to speak to the culprit in front of her who caused her to be unable to live or die in this embarrassing and painful situation!

 And what did she expect him to say?

 Sorry?

 Or ... you deserve it?

 "Shen Xiu Jin," she couldn't pretend anymore, that one voice "Mr. Shen", not able to express her complex hatred for this man in front of her, "Shen Xiu Jin, you call me, how not to hate you?"

 Closing her eyes, the tears that were killed off all those years, all of a sudden came back, how many years of accumulated tears, as if they did not need money, she closed her eyes, tears have been muddled all over her face, she simply can no longer control that damn tear ducts!

 Shed it, shed it, all of it, endured enough, no more, "Shen Xiu Jin! Shen Xiu Jin! Shen Xiu Jin!!!" Rough voice, heart-breaking dark drink, repressed one after another called his name, there is no other, all the love and hate, joy and sadness, fondness and fear, where there is still a need for a thousand words of accusation? The three words "Shen Xiujin" were enough to encompass everything! Only these three words can tell the first half of Jane Tong's life!

 "Shen Xiu Jin! Shen Xiu Jin! Shen Xiu Jin ..." The rain outside the window, the dark roar of the house ... air filled with grief and pain, resentment and hatred, just, when the love, how much is left?

 The man's pain, and added a few layers of injury? Repentance and a few more heartbreaking?