Chapter 69 masochist in love with sadist

One night four years ago, I got a call at home. "Help! Come and save me!" I dropped the phone and ran to North Point to rescue her.She told me to wait for her in the cafeteria. When she appeared, she walked limply, and the man hit her again. He was a tennis coach, and he was very "generous" with his racket worth more than 2,000 yuan. Hitting her legs broke even the racket.After the racket broke, he picked up a glass and threw it at her. The glass shards cut her ankle, and the black high-heeled shoes on her feet were covered with glass shards. "This time I will definitely leave him," she said to me.

She asked me to wait for her in the tea restaurant, and she went up to pack her luggage. After half an hour, she still hadn't come. I called her, and she said to me on the phone: "You go first." In the cold night, I ran home like a fool.She and him reconciled as before, and she said that he couldn't help hitting her because he was frustrated.He was her first love, and she couldn't do without him. Every few months, I received her distress call, and I became more and more negative about the rescue operation because I knew she would not go away. Last year, she was pregnant with his child, he didn't want it, and she ran to have an abortion.

A while ago, I saw her, a twenty-seven-year-old woman who seemed to be thirty-two. A masochist falling in love with a sadist is also a match. The craziest, stupidest and blindest love is not the love that does not seek tomorrow, but self-mutilation.A love that does not seek tomorrow may still have tomorrow, but a self-harming love can only lead to death.