Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Xia Ruoxin tightly clutched the bedsheets under her. Her face was deadly pale, with only a bitter smile barely hanging on her lips. It was heartbreaking.
She only bit her lips as she tried so hard to accept all of him, and it was all because she dearly loved him and only him. Even if he was heartless, even if he was cruel, she would still love him, regardless. She had forgotten how many years she had loved him.
He had no idea how much time had passed. Chu Lui rolled off from Xia Ruoxin’s body for the woman had already fainted from his torture. He suddenly held his hand out but resisted his urge to touch her pure, snow-white face. He stood up and walked into the bathroom. He did not use protection as he had already taken away her right to conceive his child.
Under the hot water, the man’s features were more somber. He harshly reached his hand out to hit the wall, for he had taken pity on her. If not, he would have really torn her body apart again. He felt a strange desire, and it made his blood go cold.
No, that’s not it. He coldly laughed. He just didn’t want her to die so soon.
He put on his clothes and walked out. He narrowed his eyes, staring at the woman huddled on the corner of the bed. After a short silence, he walked over and covered her bruised and battered body with a blanket.
He did not like sharing a bed with a sick person, for he did not want to get infected.
He stood up. His lips curled up into a bland smile, but he raised his head to look at the picture hanging on the wall. The Xia Yixuan in the picture was smiling so sweetly that it made his heart sting with endless hate and perpetual pain. If it wasn’t for her, his Yixuan would not be dead.
He walked out in big strides.
Xia Ruoxin’s eyelashes softly fluttered. A soft breeze passed through the curtains, blowing softly…
In the darkness, the man’s scent became closer and closer, then it grew farther, all in an instant.
“Little brother…” She reached her hand out.
The door closed at that moment.
When they interacted, they never knew how much they had let each other pass them by.
It was another morning. Xia Ruoxin tiredly sat up. Her long lashes fluttered softly, and there were dark circles under her eyes.
She put her hand on the other half of the bed. The pillow had no sign of being slept upon, and the bed did not have his warmth. She bitterly laughed. What was she expecting? He didn’t even sleep there last night.
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