Chapter 1: The enemy gave her his life

Wen Ruan is dead, only twenty-two years old.
She was disfigured, her legs were broken, and she was kept in the basement for a year.
He was abused and tortured day by day, and when he died he was skinny and unrecognizable.
She was thrown into the barren mountains and ridges, and she did not look at her until someone found her out day and night.
A man in a black coat walked from the dark and gloomy dense forest like a meteor.
His face was hidden in the dark shadow of the night, Wen Ruan couldn't see his appearance, but the aura exuding from his body was unique and daunting.
He bowed, one slender leg bent down.
He knelt in front of the corpse that was starting to smell, with his slender hand with sharp phalanx, stroked the face that was no longer visible.
Wen Ruan's soul approached the man, his gaze slowly looked up from his bulging apple.
It was a face that was too handsome to pick out any blemishes, with profound features and three-dimensional features, and the outline seemed like a natural crafting.
Wen Ruan looked at the man in disbelief.
Huo Hannian!
Her opponent in the third year of high school!
Wan Wanwan did not expect that he would come to collect her body!
Back then, her ignorance caused him indelible harm. She thought that he hated her very much!
The man's dark and deep narrow eyes stared at her gradually swollen and rotting face for a long time, and suddenly his long arms stretched out and hugged her sideways.
He took her to an island full of birds and flowers, which was Wen Ruan's favorite holiday destination Yunmeng Island.
I heard that it was later bought by a private person and is no longer open to the public.
Coming here again, without the excitement of the past, a luxurious villa was planted with lilies and sunflowers that she liked during her lifetime.
The tall and upright man, holding the corpse that she dared not even look at herself, went straight into the villa.
After Wen Ruan hesitated for a moment, he followed in.
A piece of news is playing on the large LCD screen in the living room.
[At 10 am on June 20, 2020, an explosion occurred in St. Peter’s Church. The groom Huo Jingxiu and the bride Ye Wanwan were killed on the spot. After investigation, the police identified the suspect as the new young lord of the world’s richest Spoon family. In the cold year...]
[It is rumored that the new young master suffers from severe depression, his temperament is cold and cold, paranoid and irritable...]
Hearing that Huo Jingxiu and Ye Wanwan were killed by the bombing, Wen Ruan was trembling all over, pinching his fingertips into his palm, and the grievances accumulating in his chest because of the excitement and joy after the revenge, suddenly disappeared a lot!
The pair of dog men and women who made her family ruined and tortured her alive, finally received retribution!
They should have died long ago!
But, is it really Huo Hannian's hand?
Wen Ruan heard movement from the basement and walked towards the basement.
Huo Hannian took off his black coat and wore a neat black shirt with two loose collar buttons. He was bending over to change clothes and comb her hair in the crystal coffin.
As a result of the movement of bending, the shirt on his back was taut, which outlined his cold, refined, tall and straight figure.
After graduating from high school, Wen Ruan never saw Huo Hannian again.
Looking at his slender and clean long fingers, she slowly looked at her yellow and knotted hair, her eyes became red, and her lips trembled slightly, "When I treated you like that, why didn't you break me into pieces? ?"
The man could not hear her voice.
Taking care of everything for her, he took out a cyan porcelain bottle, and his sleek, sharp lower jaw was slightly raised.
Wen Yuan smelled the poison in the porcelain bottle, and her eyes showed panic and disbelief, "Huo Hannian, what are you doing?"
"Where is I worthy of your revenge for me and go to Huangquan with me?"
"Huo Hannian, you are not allowed to drink, have you heard?"
No matter how she stops, screams, or screams, it will not help!
The man drank the liquid in the porcelain bottle and lay down slowly with his slender body.
The narrow eyes, dark as an abyss, looked at her, her well-knotted palms held her rotten hands, her thin lips were close to her ears, her voice was low and dumb, "Girl, I have fulfilled my promise."
Fuck promises, when did she and him promise?
Seeing the blood slowly dripping from the corner of the man's mouth, Wen Ruan felt like there was something to explode in his mind, and her hearts were twisted together. She shouted like a trapped animal, "Huo Hannian!"