Chapter 492 Miss Sister's Suffering

If you want to put the tears she cried in a bowl, I'm afraid there will be a big bowl.

Woman, it really is made of water.

Fang Yue blushed completely, and said after a while: "My sister is so happy that she is crying, her revenge has been avenged, and she didn't die, so she has to cry for a while."

"Fortunately, I didn't commit suicide. If I really wanted to commit suicide, how could I see the mother Sada dead with my own eyes!"

"Well, my sister and I really committed suicide a lot back then, maybe ninety-nine times if not a hundred."

I don't know if it's because of being coaxed by An Xia, and mentioning all kinds of suicides back then, there is no lifeless sadness in his tone.

Treat it as a joke made by youth and ignorance, and tell An Xia.

An Xia glanced across Fang Yue's wrists.

Suicide.

Cut your wrists?

Seeing this, Fang Yue took out her hand, touched An Xia's forehead delicately with her fingers, brushed her sweaty hair coquettishly, and said with disdain:

"Sister, I don't know how to cut my wrists! If I don't get it done, I'll have to face people with my wounds later. How embarrassing."

"I didn't choose to cut my wrists or hang myself. I swallowed the medicine once. I just swallowed the medicine, and I don't know if it's not compatible with the wine in my stomach. I vomited it all."

"I also burned charcoal, using high-quality charcoal. I got a call halfway, which was very useful for you border police, and I didn't die. I have to deliver the letter to you alive."

"I was still driving. I wanted to drive directly down the cliff. Halfway through, the car broke down!"

...

An Xia listened, the more she listened, the weirder her face became.

This is, God doesn't want to see her commit suicide.

"After trying many times without success, as the border police got stronger and stronger, I became busier and busier. I was so busy that I didn't have time to commit suicide."

"Later, every time I wanted to commit suicide again, I would just lie in the room alone, sticking wet towels to my face one after another. That feeling..."

Fang Yue couldn't help laughing, and the bitterness couldn't be expressed in the smile, "I really enjoy the feeling of suffocation that is fatal but doesn't really kill myself. Later, I knew that I didn't have the courage to commit suicide."

"Slowly, slowly, I figured it out. I can't die. If I die, who will deliver the letter to you? My parents' enmity, the enmity of the villagers in the village, who will get them back? I Brother, who will save him?"

"I'm afraid that after I commit suicide on the front foot, Musada will kill my younger brother on the back foot."

The hand was held by someone, Fang Yue froze for a moment, lowered her head, and looked at the hand that was holding her tightly.

It was An Xia, a little girl who was as old as her younger brother and had already walked away under the hail of bullets.

At a young age, he already knew how to comfort her.

Oh shit!

What happened to her today?

Tears don't need money tears!

Another fucking cry!

Looking up, she saw An Xia's black and white eyes, with cold eyes, looking at her with worry, Fang Yue's heart ached again.

For the first time in so many years, when recalling the pain, someone stood by to worry about and comfort myself.

It was also the first time that I took the initiative to mention all the pain.

"Little sister, sister, I'm not that fragile." Fang Yue cried with a smile, "I've survived so many years of suffering, my sister..."

The left hand that was not held pointed to the position of his heart.

"It's so strong here! Except when I knew my brother was really dead, I couldn't control it all of a sudden, and pointed a gun at my forehead. At that moment, all thoughts were lost and I wanted to die."