Ou Jue turned a deaf ear, his face expressionless as he opened the front passenger door and unceremoniously tossed Xiyan inside. With a loud bang, he slamd the car door shut.
Xiyan rubbed her shoulder angrily, watching him as he walked around the car, opened the driver’s side door, and slid into the seat. He shifted gears expertly and began driving away...
"Ou Jue, what exactly are you trying to do?"
Seriously, she had never t anyone so domineering before.
Ou Jue’s thin lips parted slightly, his tone cool, "Didn’t you say you wanted to die? I’ll throw you into the sea to feed the fish."
Perhaps it was because they were in the confined space of the car.
Ou Jue’s oppressive aura seed to magnify infinitely within the car, so overwhelming that Xiyan felt her breath hitch.
"!!"
She was so frightened that she pressed herself against the passenger-side door, her face full of terror as she glanced at Ou Jue. Her earlier defiance instantly diminished, and she stamred, "K-killing... killing people is against the law..."
"Weren’t you the one who said you wanted to beco a corpse during the typhoon? Instead of lying there at the mall entrance, wouldn’t it be better to contribute to the ecosystem of the sea by feeding the piranhas?"
Xiyan imdiately touched her neck, suddenly feeling a wave of phantom pain throughout her body.
She mumbled awkwardly, "Actually, now that I think about it... living doesn’t seem too bad... so, you know, no need to trouble yourself..."
Ou Jue glanced at her sideways.
Outside the car, the wind howled and the rain poured relentlessly as night fully descended.
Inside the car, the lights weren’t turned on, and only the faint glow of street lamps barely illuminated Xiyan’s silhouette.
In this soft and obscure lighting, her dark skin wasn’t noticeable, nor were her scars, which were concealed by her hairline.
Her facial features—unexpectedly—seed rather pleasing in this mont.
After spending a few days with her, Ou Jue had thoroughly figured out Xiyan’s personality.
She was an incredibly stubborn girl, headstrong like a wild mare.
Honestly, it stirred an irresistible urge to conquer her.
Seeing her finally relent, the line of Ou Jue’s jaw softened slightly. One hand firmly controlled the steering wheel while his other hand casually pulled a few tissues from nearby and tossed them to Xiyan. "Dry your hair."
"Thank you." Xiyan looked at him gratefully, surprised that this Demon of a young master could actually be considerate for once.
But then, Ou Jue casually added in a flat tone, "Don’t dirty my car."
"..." Ugh. She really shouldn’t have expected any warmth from this venomous-tongued man...
On the drive over, his bodyguard had already recounted the events that happened in the hospital room to Ou Jue.
A typical girl probably would’ve been crying buckets by now.
But her?
Not only was she not in a daze, there wasn’t even a single tear streak on her face.
Ou Jue’s thin, sensual lips pressed into a fine, strikingly attractive line. Then, in a low voice, he called out to her, "Hey, Xia Xiyan."
"Huh?"
"...It’s okay to cry. You don’t have to hold it all in."
His voice was deep, magnetic, rich like a century-old red wine, making one subconsciously want to savor it slowly.
Xiyan abruptly paused in the middle of drying her hair, staring at this dazzlingly handso boy in disbelief, completely stunned.
Because for as long as she could rember, everyone around her had always told her: You can’t cry—crying won’t solve anything.
So, Xiyan rarely cried.
But in this mont.
She didn’t know if it was sothing Ou Jue said, or maybe just a single word.
But it effortlessly pierced right through her emotional defenses.
It was as though all the grievances she had endured throughout the day suddenly surged to their limit and began fernting uncontrollably.
Her eyes, suddenly, felt so
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