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If it weren't for Xu Xiaoya to be in the hospital, and the doctor confirmed that her mother had taken the wrong medicine after an examination, she would still believe that the friend Pei Zhilan in front of her was sincerely kind to her.

But now...

Xu Xiaoya, who knew everything, looked at her as if looking at a dead person.

She suddenly asked: "Zhilan, you said, what should I do if something happens to my mother this time?"

"Auntie, there will be no accidents. Xiaoya, be more optimistic, don’t worry. If you are worried now, it is better to order a few bottles of wine and drink with you. Maybe you sleep and the auntie will have gone out well. The operating room."

At this point, her face suddenly couldn't help it, and a smile appeared on her face.

If something happened to Xu's mother, she would be considered a treacherous trick.

That old woman, should die sooner, so that she can move her position!

But she did not expect that Xu Xiaoya, who was sitting across from her, knew all her deeds at this moment.

Xu Xiaoya looked at her beautiful face and suddenly said:

"What if something happens to my mother? What should I do?"

Obviously, the woman in front of her was the murderer who replaced her mother's medications, yet she still pretended to be so empathetic, speaking like a bodhisattva, but she was full of poison in her belly.

"Auntie can't...ah--"

Pei Zhilan only felt a silver meteor passing by, and in the next second, she felt a sharp pain on her face!

Xu Xiaoya watched the blood continuously flow down from her fingers covering the wound, holding a cold scalpel, her words were three points colder than the blade.

"No matter what happens to my mother this time, you will definitely die."

Isn't she an Israeli?

Didn't she rely on her beautiful face to think she could be on top?

She still lied to men one after another with a pitiful face, did she even coax Di Chongyun around?

Well, just take away the beauty of this green tea, so that she no longer has the capital to make waves!

Drops of blood slipped off the sharp scalpel.

Xu Xiaoya knew that Pei Zhilan must be in pain now.

But she knew better that her mother, who was lying on the operating table at this moment, had to bear more than this cut?

In the coffee shop, someone had already noticed the strangeness here, and the surrounding guests hurriedly made statements and left, but Pei Zhilan's screams hadn't stopped since she was stabbed in her face.

Xu Xiaoya quickly became impatient, dropped a few coins and turned and left without looking back.

...

At this moment, she was lying on Zhong Yunle's chest a few years after that incident, slowly speaking about the past.

"Later, what happened to you and your mother?" He couldn't help asking.

She ruined another girl's face, but she also did something wrong.

Hatred turned her into a devil, but then how did she return to the world?

Xu Xiaoya leaned on his chest and spoke slowly to him.

"Later, my mother got out of the operating room by luck. After learning the truth, she chose to divorce and took me abroad."

It seems that things have ended here.

but……

After Zhong Yunle thought about it carefully, she knew that she had deliberately omitted a very important person.

Di Chongyun.

What role did he play in that incident, and because of what happened, now they have turned from their friends to the present situation?

He clearly knew what she hadn't said, but he still didn't ask.

Because he knew, she didn't want to say.

He just combed her long hair lightly and told her softly,

"Go to sleep, just get up to sleep."

Those things in the past are more than a thousand miles away from her today, and they are too far away to hurt her.

But something must have happened to make her look so... scared.

Zhong Yunle didn't know, but at this moment, all he could do was comfort her.

However, Xu Xiaoya closed her eyes and sank into her dream. What appeared in her dream was still the old scars.

The chaotic nightmare, hatred and mutual harm, to this day, everyone has changed their faces, never going back to the past.