Chapter 92: Aren’t You Afraid of Nightmares?

Qiao Jiuyin’s face turned red.

She was about to breathe her last breath.

However, after hearing Fang Mu’s complaint, she calmed down.

“I did it because, because I love, love you.” Qiao Jiuyin’s eyes slowly widened and started to roll back. “I love you. Almost, for almost seven years. I loved you, yet I couldn’t… say anything. I ….. could only see you care for her… We look the same, and I only met you a month later than her. W-why could she… get your love? Yet, in your eyes, I was always an invisible person…

“Brother Mu, if I had known that loving you would be so painful, I would’ve wished that I had never known you.”

What could she do?

She had met him and loved him like a madman.

She had loved him for six to seven years.

At first, she wanted to watch him and Xiao Sheng happily live until they were old. Some people’s love was restrained, while others were like drugs; addictive, crazy, and uncontrollable. Qiao Jiuyin originally thought that her love for Fang Mu was restrained, but she was wrong. She was a demon of greed.

In the past, when she had thought that her graduation was coming and that Fang Mu had been about to propose to Xiao Sheng, she had realized something. if she did not take the initiative, she would only be an invisible person in front of Fang Mu for the rest of her life.

She also wanted Fang Mu to care about her. Not as the sister of his lover, but as his lover, his wife!

When Fang Mu heard the word “love,” he suddenly retracted his hand. As if he had touched shit in the toilet, he kept wiping his hand at the side of his pants.

Qiao Jiuyin fell to the stone floor and clutched her chest, coughing violently.

She looked pathetically funny as she gasped for fresh air.

“You love me?” Fang Mu seemed to have heard a joke.

“Your so-called love can only move yourself. Who else would be touched by it?” Fang Mu looked at her bruised face and sarcastically smiled. “Qiao Jiuyin, your love doesn’t move me. Your love only makes me feel disgusted.”

Qiao Jiuyin closed her eyes, but she could not stop her tears from falling.

“Are you crying?” Fang Mu looked at her tears in a daze.

Qiao Jiuyin looked at him and cried speechlessly.

Fang Mu stretched out his left index finger and pointed at the tombstone. He asked Qiao Jiuyin, “Aren’t you afraid of being plagued by nightmares while crying in front of Xiao Sheng’s grave?”

Qiao Jiuyin was stunned.

She slowly turned her head and looked at the grave.

Even though she knew that Xiao Sheng was still alive and watching her in the dark, she was afraid. She was probably feeling guilty. Or perhaps, the scene of Qiao Jiusheng being flung out of the car and falling into the river valley was too unforgettable for her. At this moment, when she suddenly thought of it, she felt especially agitated.

Unknowingly, her tears stopped falling.

Suddenly, Fang Mu roughly raised Qiao Jiuyin’s left hand.

She looked up in surprise and saw Fang Mu trying to remove the ring on her ring finger.

Qiao Jiuyin’s expression suddenly changed.

“NO!”

She curled up her fingers and squeezed them tightly.

Fang Mu pulled her fingers out of his palm one by one. Qiao Jiuyin bitterly struggled, but in the end, Fang Mu still managed to straighten her ring finger. He grabbed the wedding ring on her finger and quickly peeled it off her fingertips.

“Ah!”

Qiao Jiuyin’s fingers ached.

Fang Mu lowered his head as his heart turned cold.

As the size of the ring was just right, Fang Mu had taken off the ring too quickly. His actions were too rough as well. He had torn Qiao Jiuyin’s skin at the middle joint of her ring finger. A small piece of skin connected to the finger, both skin and flesh, were lacerated. It looked very bloody.

“Brother Mu, you…” Qiao Jiuyin let the blood drip on the stone slab, her eyes dazed.

Is he so eager to cut ties with me?

Fang Mu shouted at her, “Get lost. Talking to you in front of her grave is an insult to her.”

Qiao Jiuyin looked at Fang Mu in a daze. She forgot how to speak and stopped moving.

Without hearing Qiao Jiuyin get up, Fang Mu suddenly turned his head. Two icy blades shot out of his eyes as he glared at Qiao Jiuyin. He then roared at her from the depths of his throat, “Get lost!”

Qiao Jiuyin trembled from head to toe. She held her injured fingers and stood up trembling. Then, she turned around and controlled her two weak legs to escape Fang Mu’s vision.