You Are My Rare Passion Chapter 1587: Have you had any nightmares?

Ji Chunjue owed huge loan sharks and hid everywhere in Tibet. There was no place for him in the city center. In desperation, he had to hide here.

Ye Xingbei looked at the sewers and garbage dumps everywhere and said, "He is also a bad guy."

The corner of Yue Ya'er's lips ticked: "Yes."

She walked towards the underside of the bridge where Ji Chunjue lived.

Every step she takes is slow.

My heart and legs are heavy, like lead has fallen.

She had been looking forward to this moment for a long time.

As if from the night her mother died, she lived for this moment.

Every time I think of the scene where my mother fell in a pool of blood, it feels like a blunt knife slashes her heart one by one.

The hatred of Ji Chunjue is like bone-eating poison.

For so many years, it has only increased.

She waited for so long, waited so long, and finally... She finally waited for the day when Ji Chunjue died in the most tragic way!

Her blood was running in a strange way, whether it was boiling or cold.

Step by step, she finally walked under the bridge where Ji Chunjue lived.

Ji Chunjue was covered in blood, lying on top of a pile of dark things.

He is surrounded by a mess of plastic bags, scrap cardboard, and drink bottles.

He opened his eyes with difficulty when he heard footsteps.

Yue Ya'er crouched down in front of him.

A pungent stench entered her nostrils, but she didn't care.

Even, she enjoys it.

She'd love to smell the rancid smell coming from her foe.

That represents her enemy, who is suffering from life rather than death.

She was very happy to see this scene.

Extremely happy!

Seeing a brightly dressed, young and beautiful girl squatting beside him, Ji Chunjue struggled to widen his eyes and open his mouth: "Okay, okay...take me to the hospital... ...I, I was bitten by a dog, please kindly take me to the hospital...I, I don't want to die..."

"My mother doesn't want to die either," Yue Ya'er stared at him, her voice cold, and her eyes were filled with bone-eroding hatred: "My mother loves my father very much, loves me very much... She is a gentle and virtuous person. A woman, a husband and a child, and my dad are in love...she doesn't want to die either."

Ji Chunjue looked at Yue Ya'er.

His cloudy eyes looked confused, as if he didn't understand, why this girl with bright clothes and beautiful face was squatting in this shabby place and saying such inexplicable words to him.

Yue Ya'er curled her lips sarcastically: "Ji Chunjue, do you know why you are lying here?"

Ji Chunjue's eyes widened sharply, staring at her.

Yue Ya'er's voice was somewhat pleasant: "I planned it!...Because, I am here to seek revenge on you, and I want you to die!"

"You...you..." Ji Chunjue's eyes widened, his eyes were about to split, as if he was about to pop his eyes out of their sockets.

"My surname is Yue, my name is Yue Ya'er..." Yue Ya'er stared at him, "What, do you remember anything?"

"You...you..." Ji Chunjue shivered violently: "You...you are..."

"Yes," Yue Ya'er interrupted him, "I am the daughter of the pregnant woman you killed!"

Yue Ya'er stared at him, and every word was full of hatred: "Ji Chunjue, do you remember the pregnant woman you killed? One corpse and two lives... After all these years, have you ever been killed? Conscience? Do you have nightmares?"