“He is sick.” Shen Qianshu took a deep breath. His illness had gotten worse compared to seven years ago.
If she was alone, she would not be afraid of anything, and at the worst, she would accompany Ye Ling.
She was willing to take a gamble: if she won, she would have won the whole world, but if she lost, at most it would be a grave.
But she had Tong Hua, so she dared not gamble.
She could not let Tong Hua become an orphan again.
Ye Ling and she were, after all… at odds with each other.
“Mummy, he really is… crazy?” Tong Hua asked. He thought that he looked like a lunatic by watching him, but he never expected that he was really a lunatic. The way he changed his face was faster than flipping books, and he was a little unprepared.
Did not have the slightest precaution.
Tong Hua reached his hand out and held Shen Qianshu’s hand. “Mummy, will he hurt you?”
Yes!
Shen Qianshu thought. Ye Ling’s illness had triggered, and he would not be able to recognize anyone.
He would not even have his memories with a second personality.
The room door was suddenly kicked open roughly by someone. Ye Ling, the furious king, rushed towards his territory, picked Shen Qianshu up, and dragged her outside. Tong Hua chased over hurriedly. Ye Ling suddenly turned back. “Don’t follow me.”
That look was really frightening.
His eyes were filled with redness.
The fury seemed to have devoured his reasoning.
Shen Qianshu said, “Tong Hua, go and read a few pages of French. When mummy comes back, I will check your assignment.”
Her voice had just fallen when she was dragged roughly into the lift by Ye Ling.
There was very little traffic on the highway on a late night. Ye Ling did not take his eyes off in front. The car speed had reached 150, and his eyes were blood-red. The veins on the back of his hand were protruding. It was like they could come out from the abyss at any time.
She and the fierce beast were in the same cage.
How would she survive?
Throughout the journey, she regretted countless times doing that little action.
But in her heart, she did not think that she was at fault.
She was the victim of Ye Ling’s second personality. His violence and her brother’s death were like wounds in her heart that never healed with time. It left a deep and lasting impression, and the slightest notion would trigger fear and panic.
The fear that she had for Ye Ling was deep-rooted and would not change over a short period of time.
The hurt that was inflicted on her that time had caused her to have very serious after-effects.
She was afraid of the dark.
It was like a psychological illness.
When she was young, she was not afraid of anything. She could wander the streets alone and not feel any fear.
Not afraid of anything.
But since that night, she had a deep-rooted fear of the night.
When Ye Ling got furious, she would panic.
Was his illness triggered again?
If his illness was really triggered, how could she stop him from hurting herself and from hurting Tong Hua?
Ye Ling and she needed to have a talk.
Have a talk about the matter seven years ago.
She and he had an unspoken agreement all along not to mention what happened seven years ago, and neither of them was willing to touch that scar.
Escaping would not solve the problem.
Ye Ling’s car stopped at the side of the cliff. He came out of the car, slamming the car door abruptly, and punched the car madly. Shen Qianshu watched in the night lights as he vented out. The body of the Bugatti was punched by him until there were two huge dents.
He was like a trapped beast which was being handcuffed by chains, confined within a circle on the ground and struggling helplessly.
She had pierced a knife into his heart, which was covered with wounds and bruises.
The car’s windshield had shattered with the force of his punch. Ye Ling’s fist was cut by the glass, and fresh blood dripped continuously.
“You are afraid of me… ” His blood-shot eyes showed anger and fear. “You are afraid of me…”
He was muttering to himself, losing his direction.
She looked at his hand heartachingly.
Master… must be very painful.
My heart is aching.
Can you feel it?
Under his fist, the extremely expensive Bugatti, an elite car which was worth 40 million, had been reduced to a cheap chunk of metal worth 400 thousand.
He… should have bought insurance.
“He is sick.” Shen Qianshu took a deep breath. His illness had gotten worse compared to seven years ago.
If she was alone, she would not be afraid of anything, and at the worst, she would accompany Ye Ling.
She was willing to take a gamble: if she won, she would have won the whole world, but if she lost, at most it would be a grave.
But she had Tong Hua, so she dared not gamble.
She could not let Tong Hua become an orphan again.
Ye Ling and she were, after all… at odds with each other.
“Mummy, he really is… crazy?” Tong Hua asked. He thought that he looked like a lunatic by watching him, but he never expected that he was really a lunatic. The way he changed his face was faster than flipping books, and he was a little unprepared.
Did not have the slightest precaution.
Tong Hua reached his hand out and held Shen Qianshu’s hand. “Mummy, will he hurt you?”
Yes!
Shen Qianshu thought. Ye Ling’s illness had triggered, and he would not be able to recognize anyone.
He would not even have his memories with a second personality.
The room door was suddenly kicked open roughly by someone. Ye Ling, the furious king, rushed towards his territory, picked Shen Qianshu up, and dragged her outside. Tong Hua chased over hurriedly. Ye Ling suddenly turned back. “Don’t follow me.”
That look was really frightening.
His eyes were filled with redness.
The fury seemed to have devoured his reasoning.
Shen Qianshu said, “Tong Hua, go and read a few pages of French. When mummy comes back, I will check your assignment.”
Her voice had just fallen when she was dragged roughly into the lift by Ye Ling.
There was very little traffic on the highway on a late night. Ye Ling did not take his eyes off in front. The car speed had reached 150, and his eyes were blood-red. The veins on the back of his hand were protruding. It was like they could come out from the abyss at any time.
She and the fierce beast were in the same cage.
How would she survive?
Throughout the journey, she regretted countless times doing that little action.
But in her heart, she did not think that she was at fault.
She was the victim of Ye Ling’s second personality. His violence and her brother’s death were like wounds in her heart that never healed with time. It left a deep and lasting impression, and the slightest notion would trigger fear and panic.
The fear that she had for Ye Ling was deep-rooted and would not change over a short period of time.
The hurt that was inflicted on her that time had caused her to have very serious after-effects.
She was afraid of the dark.
It was like a psychological illness.
When she was young, she was not afraid of anything. She could wander the streets alone and not feel any fear.
Not afraid of anything.
But since that night, she had a deep-rooted fear of the night.
When Ye Ling got furious, she would panic.
Was his illness triggered again?
If his illness was really triggered, how could she stop him from hurting herself and from hurting Tong Hua?
Ye Ling and she needed to have a talk.
Have a talk about the matter seven years ago.
She and he had an unspoken agreement all along not to mention what happened seven years ago, and neither of them was willing to touch that scar.
Escaping would not solve the problem.
Ye Ling’s car stopped at the side of the cliff. He came out of the car, slamming the car door abruptly, and punched the car madly. Shen Qianshu watched in the night lights as he vented out. The body of the Bugatti was punched by him until there were two huge dents.
He was like a trapped beast which was being handcuffed by chains, confined within a circle on the ground and struggling helplessly.
She had pierced a knife into his heart, which was covered with wounds and bruises.
The car’s windshield had shattered with the force of his punch. Ye Ling’s fist was cut by the glass, and fresh blood dripped continuously.
“You are afraid of me… ” His blood-shot eyes showed anger and fear. “You are afraid of me…”
He was muttering to himself, losing his direction.
She looked at his hand heartachingly.
Master… must be very painful.
My heart is aching.
Can you feel it?
Under his fist, the extremely expensive Bugatti, an elite car which was worth 40 million, had been reduced to a cheap chunk of metal worth 400 thousand.
He… should have bought insurance.
