After the college entrance examination, I secretly changed my application to Community College of Boston, my childhood sweetheart's.

Just because the school beauty with 256 points cried and said she didn’t want to leave him.

On the day the results were announced, the campus beauty jumped off the building in anger when she learned that he had been admitted to Harvard University.

But his foot slipped and he really fell down.

When Zhu Ma arrived, he saw only her bloody body.

Although he was heartbroken, he still gritted his teeth:

"Because I was going to commit suicide when I went to Harvard University, I thought that if we were together, it would not end well."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that he can still distinguish between love and future.

Many years later, we both graduated from Harvard University and walked down the aisle.

On the wedding day, he tied me up in front of my parents and pushed me to a group of failed students, leaving my parents to listen to me crying and wailing:

"Uncle and aunt, didn't your daughter look down on the students from Community College of Boston and force Isabella to jump off the building?

"Now she can only be tortured by the students of Community College of Boston. Who do you think is more despicable?"

My parents fainted on the spot.

By the time I was put down, they were no longer breathing.

That night, I held my parents' bodies and cut my wrists.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in the day when I helped my childhood sweetheart change his/her major.

……

“Emily Thompson！”

The door was kicked open and I was so scared that my heart skipped a beat.

The computer was still stuck on the application form, where I was trying to change Alexander Rossi's choice from Community College of Boston to Harvard University.

“Bang!”

The mouse was snatched away from him. He was panting, as if he had run a long way to get here:

"Get out."

At this moment, I understood that he was also reborn.

In his previous life, when I helped him change his major, he was drinking with the school beauty Isabella Rossi a few kilometers away.

The fact that he could get here so quickly must mean that he already knew what I was doing.

I used to think he was confused.

How can the vague love of young years compare to the solid and smooth road ahead?

I am helping him now, and when he reaps the benefits of his education in the future, he will naturally understand.

But some people live in a dream all their lives.

All I can do is not interfere.

So I stood up and left without saying a word.

“Um…wait a minute!”

He was a little uncomfortable with my careless attitude and coughed:

"Is your hand okay?"

He grabbed the mouse too hard just now, and the ring left a long bloody mark on the back of my hand.

I shook my head, unwilling to say another word to him.

When I got home, the first thing I saw was a social media feed that was full of likes.

[How can the secular tower in the eyes of countless people compete with her sea of ​​hatred and love]

The accompanying picture is a photo of Alexander Rossi and Isabella Rossi in front of Harvard University and Community College of Boston.

The whole class praised it in several rows:

[Some people say that the Pure Love God of War is just a legend, until I saw Brother Rossi]

[Ahhh what is this! Giving up Harvard University for Isabella! Rossi brother really makes me cry! ]

[It’s great that finally the class monitor, that girl, didn’t interfere. I can’t have a chance to win 5 million with a handsome, rich, and infatuated man like Rossi! ]

I paused.

Finally I clicked the like button on the Social media feed.

In this life, I will not interfere with any decisions in his life.

But after a while, there was a noisy sound coming from outside the door.

It turns out that Alexander Rossi’s social media feed was seen by his parents.

Mr. Rossi angrily brought Alexander Rossi back.

That night, I heard the sound of a belt whipping next door.

The next day when I went out, Alexander Rossi just opened the door.

I saw the scar at the corner of his mouth and the red marks on the back of his hand, and I couldn't help but gasp.

"You're snitching again."

He raised an eyebrow.

I frowned, "I didn't!"

"Oh……"

He didn't care: "Forget it, it seems that even if I don't have you in this life, I still can't escape the fate of being separated from her."

After saying that, he brushed past my shoulder and left.

I turned around in surprise.

I did like to tell my uncles and aunts to stop Alexander Rossi's unreasonable behavior.

Every time he would make a fuss with me for a long time.

This time it was unexpectedly calm.

It seems that people become more stable after living a second life.

"By the way," he turned his head, "the day after tomorrow is your birthday, I prepared a gift for you."

"Thank you, I don't want it."

He chuckled:

"You'll like it."

At that time, I had no idea what he meant.

It wasn't until my birthday that a group of people suddenly pulled me into the most expensive restaurant in the city, and a cake more than ten meters high in the center unexpectedly caught my sight.

The cake in front of me is something I have only seen in movies and TV shows.

The cake, which was big enough for a person to fall into, was priced at six million.

I just said this in admiration when I was watching TV with Alexander Rossi, and he actually remembered it?

I looked at Alexander Rossi, who was wearing a suit and had an affectionate look next to the cake, with some disbelief. I couldn't believe it for a moment.

"Since the birthday boy is here..."

He looked at me and snapped his fingers softly.

The entire venue was instantly filled with rose rain.

On the large screen in the center it was written:

【Happy 18th birthday to Isabella Rossi! 】

I froze instantly.

Behind him, Isabella Rossi, wearing a gorgeous princess dress, was personally invited out by him, holding his hand.

Everyone was applauding, and all their eyes were directed at me, either teasing or mocking.

I turned and left.

But I was stopped by the people who had pulled me in lined up.

"Emily, you can't leave."

"What am I staying here for?"

I stared coldly at Alexander Rossi.

"Kneel down and apologize to Isabella."

I thought I had misheard: "What did you say?"

Isabella Rossi's eyes turned red:

"Emily, I know you don't like me.

"But Alexander likes me out of his own heart, not because I deliberately compete with you.

"How can you tell on me in front of my uncle and aunt?"

I was stunned: "Complain?"

Alexander Rossi narrowed his eyes and threw a video in front of me.

In the picture, Isabella Rossi was dragged out of the car by her hair by Mr. Rossi, and Mrs. Rossi slapped her in anger:

"Bitch! You actually tricked my son into changing his major! I'll beat you to death, you bastard!"

Mr. Rossi, who is always gentle, couldn't help but grab her neck:

"Bitch! Fortunately we found out! Otherwise my son would have really given up Harvard University to hang out with a bastard like you!"

"Dad! Mom! If you have any problems, come to me!"

Alexander Rossi tried to stop it like crazy, but was held down by the bodyguards. He could only watch Isabella Rossi being beaten with red eyes.

Then, this is what I heard yesterday.

He was taken back by his parents and beaten severely.

"That wasn't me snitching!"

I gritted my teeth and said, "If you guys hadn't posted your social media feed so high-profile, how would uncles and aunts know about it!"

"That's enough."

Alexander Rossi said condescendingly: "I don't have time to listen to your quibbles. Today is Isabella's day. Kneel down and fulfill her birthday wish."

"Don't even think about it!"

I turned and left.

"Take it."

Alexander Rossi shouted an order and I was suddenly kicked on the knee and fell to the ground.

I was dragged in front of Isabella Rossi and forced to bow my head:

"Don't apologize!"

My shoulder was dislocated and I was grimacing in pain.

I can only grit my teeth and hold back the tears of humiliation:

"sorry……"

Alexander Rossi puts his arm around Isabella Rossi's waist:

"Have you calmed down?"

"Hmm~ half."

Alexander Rossi laughed, picked him up and turned around:

"Make it up to your other half soon!"

Everyone's attention was on the couple.

I was finally let go and fell to the ground with a "thump".

That night, after I stumbled back home, I received a video.

In the picture, Isabella Rossi's princess dress was torn to pieces.

She showed me all the ambiguity of her fair skin, and from time to time I could hear Alexander Rossi's unbearable growl.

I replied:

[Sure enough]

Then delete and block it.

Fortunately, that night, my parents prepared a grand coming-of-age ceremony for me.

My unhappiness quickly disappeared.

However, the next day, when I was drinking with my bestie, Alexander Rossi came up with a group of people and suddenly grabbed my neck:

"Where's Isabella?"

"Alexander Rossi what are you doing!"

Her best friend Sophia Johnson tried to stop him but was pinned to the ground by the bodyguard.

Alexander Rossi's eyes were red:

"Where on earth did you hide her?"

My neck was pinched and it hurt:

"Ahem! What are you... talking about..."

A pink mobile phone was thrown in front of him.

The above is the chat record between me and Isabella Rossi.

But the video that Isabella Rossi sent me disappeared.

The only thing on the screen was my words:

[Sure enough]

“Bang!”

A slap hit me on the face and knocked me to the ground.

Alexander Rossi looks down on us:

"If we talk about being mean, who is meaner than you?"

My mind suddenly recalled my past life.

He is reminding me.

It reminds me of what he said when he pinched my parents' chins and forced them to look at me when I was enduring inhuman torture:

"Now she can only be tortured by a group of Community College of Boston students. Who do you think is more despicable?"

"Yeah...slutty!"

I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and smiled sarcastically:

"She is a slut, and you are a slut too! Do you need me to remind you of what you did?"

Alexander Rossi's face darkened.

He nodded with a dangerous smile on his face:

"It seems that you have forgotten what you used to look like, come here!

"Strip Ms. Song and tie her to the dining table!"

“Alexander Rossi！”

I struggled: "How dare you!"

He pinched my chin, veins popping out on the back of his hand:

"Then tell me where you hid her."

"It wasn't me!"

His expression turned cold.

He reached down and unbuttoned my shirt:

"Get started!"

"don't want!!"

The pain of being humiliated in my past life flooded my mind again.

If I had to go through it again, I would rather die now.

I don't know where I got the strength from, I tore off one of my sleeves, smashed the cup, and held up the pieces:

"Don't touch me!"

Alexander Rossi turned and looked at me in surprise.

I clutched the fragments tightly, my palms bleeding:

"I will kill anyone who dares to touch me! I am not afraid of going to jail!"

A dozen bodyguards frowned.

Although they can work together to subdue me, whoever goes up first will likely be stabbed or even killed.

The most terrifying people are those who don’t care about their lives. They dare not gamble.

Alexander Rossi also fell silent for a moment.

I let the blood from my palms flow to the ground and form a pool of blood: