She raised her head, crying and laughing, laughing ironically.

God can really play tricks on people, what is this?

Her innocence was ruined by a strange man, and she was forced to give in again and again, and her body was dirty, and now she saw that Jing Feng was unfaithful.

Is it to comfort her or punish her?

It's really ironic.

"Ann."

Ji Jingfeng chased him. He stopped at the outer edge of the fountain and held it back for a while. He continued to walk towards Ji Anning.

"Don't come here..." Ji Anning turned around, looked at Ji Jingfeng who was coming, and stepped back, "Let me be quiet, don't come over."

For the first time, she felt that fate was really unfair to her.

Jing Feng, who once saved her with her life, made a decision to stay with him for a lifetime, but she didn't expect him to appreciate it.

He really was with her superficially because she played a fatal effect on him.

Seeing the intimacy between him and Ginguo, this is definitely not their first start.

He and Ginguo grew up together, they grew up, and if they were together, they would be childhood sweethearts.

And in Ji's house, from beginning to end, she was "a medicine", a superstitious medicine that a fortune teller said could save Ji Jingfeng.

In fact, she knew all these things in her heart, and all of them, including Jing Feng's death to save her, was mostly because of this.

But she was suddenly unwilling, unwilling to treat her like this and abuse her.

She was blindfolded and raped on her front feet, and hit her childhood sweetheart fiance with other women on the back foot.

But she felt that she had no confidence, no position, no right to blame, and even no face to be angry.

Isn't this punishment?

Ji Anning retreated to the center of the fountain, leaning on the rockery, there was no way to go back, she bent down and squatted, hugging her knees and crying.

This time, that arrogant young man's sarcasm and contempt had no effect.

She just wanted to cry, she wanted to cry happily, crying out all the tears she had endured for so many years.

People often say, cry... just cry out.

"An An..." Ji Jingfeng walked slowly.

He looked at Ji Anning and called her softly, his tone and eyes were full of guilt and apology.

Ji Anning raised her face, tears mixed with water on her face, her vision was blurred. She only saw Ji Jingfeng's slender body standing in front of her. She couldn't see his face clearly. She seemed to have never seen it clearly.

She cried and said, "Jing Feng, let me go and let me be alone. I don't want to see you now."

Not only didn't want to see him, she didn't want to see anyone now.

Hearing this, Ji Jingfeng's hand hanging on his leg clenched his fist tightly, wanting to go one step further, but Ji Anning's attitude prevented him from going any further.

He was afraid that she would run again, afraid that she would just run home like this.

His mother might love him, and in the end she will forgive him, but grandpa is not that easy to talk, and he will definitely be so exhausted to Ginkgo.

Ji Jingfeng thought, bending slightly, trying to get closer to Ji Anning, "You will get sick like this."

Ji Anning lowered his head, ignored him, shrank his neck and sobbed.

Seeing that she was not disgusted, Ji Jingfeng tried to reach out to pull her, "Let’s find a place, you change your clothes, listen to me and explain to you, OK?"

But before his hand touched Ji Anning's arm, Ji Anning suddenly reached out and pushed his hand away, "I really don't need your explanation, you don't actually need to explain it to me."