Chapter 239 He is a beast, worse than a beast

There were hundreds of scars of various kinds on such a thin body. He thought about how hard her life was during that hour, but when he saw the video, the strong visual impact made him realize that what he thought was just superficial.

He watched helplessly as Shen Zhichu in the video was frozen in dry ice, watched as the man wearing the Ghost King mask used a knife to cut bright red wounds on her thighs, watched as her back was corroded by sulfuric acid, and watched as she screamed at the top of her lungs on the wooden board when she was injected with five doses of medicine, with veins bulging on her forehead and neck.

She only had one breath left, but the man did not let her go. He pierced her fingertips with a steel needle, passed through her fingers, and cracked her nails.

She was curled up on the ground, her fingers bleeding, pressing the phone, calling him again and again.

How desperate was Shen Zhichu at that time? Ten hopes were extinguished bit by bit, and finally fell into endless purgatory.

The video is choppy and cut in places, but that doesn't affect the viewing experience.

Li Jingshen's eyes never left the video from beginning to end. He tried his best to calm down, but his breathing became heavier and heavier, and his face had unknowingly turned cold...

Watching the video of torture and humiliation from beginning to end, and Shen Zhichu's painful and desperate look, he felt as if a knife was stabbed into his heart, making it painful for him to breathe.

He was in agony just watching the video, so one can imagine how Shen Zhichu endured that long hour.

No wonder Shen Zhichu went crazy when she woke up. She would rather die than live, and kept talking about wanting to commit suicide. She felt scared when she looked at needles, and felt like someone was watching her when she looked at the camera.

Li Jingshen gripped the phone tightly and buried his face in the back of his hands. This was the truth he had always been unwilling to see.

Lu Tingchuan, damn it!

And he himself deserved to die even more. Just as Lu Tingchuan said, he was the one who sent Shen Zhichu to that place and made her suffer. He was the instigator.

After Shen Zhichu lost her memory, he tried his best to make up for it, but could he really make up for the harm he had caused her?

And today, he got mad at Shen Zhichu for those photos, forced himself on her, hurt her and made her cry.

He is a - beast!

Li Jingshen didn't know how long he had been sitting outside. He stared blankly at the ray of light upstairs. He seemed to have lost his soul. Only the pain in his heart reminded him that he was still alive.

It felt like ice was mixed into my blood, flowing to every corner of my body, and I felt completely frozen.

The temperature difference in J City is large, 20 to 30 degrees Celsius during the day and more than 10 degrees Celsius at night, but no matter how cold the weather is, it won't freeze him to death.

He touched his chest and felt the coldness coming from deep within his heart. It wasn't due to the weather. He would still feel cold no matter how thick his clothes were.

Li Jingshen put down his phone. His face was numb from the cold and he couldn't even feel the pain from the wound. He staggered back to the villa and went upstairs.

Shen Zhichu's room was half-closed, with warm yellow light leaking out. It was quiet inside and he was not sure whether Shen Zhichu was asleep or not.

During the time he was with Shen Zhichu, he went to work on time or early every day and never came home late.

It's this late at night, and this is the first time since she lost her memory.

He knew that Shen Zhichu was afraid of loneliness, so he would always come back early to accompany her. He almost forgot that Shen Zhichu was afraid of the dark.

Li Jingshen gently pushed open the door and shifted his gaze to the bed. He saw Shen Zhichu lying on her side with only her back to him. The warm light shining on her made her look lonely and uneasy.

He walked in and saw that Shen Zhichu's body had obviously moved. She was still awake.

Li Jingshen didn't know what to say. All he had left was silence and the guilt weighing on his heart.

He walked straight to the bed, then bent his knees and knelt down. The slight movement seemed particularly loud in the quiet bedroom.

Li Jingshen just knelt there quietly. He didn't know how long he had been kneeling. His injured thigh felt even more uncomfortable because of the lack of blood circulation.

Shen Zhichu opened her eyes and pursed her lips. After a while, she turned around and her half-closed eyes widened when she saw the injuries on Li Jingshen's face.

She bit her lips subconsciously, but then pursed them again when she thought of something.

Li Jingshen's expression changed slightly. When he saw the bruises on Shen Zhichu's neck and thought of the video on his phone, he felt even more that he was worse than a beast.

What did he do? Jealousy blinded his eyes. He knew clearly that Shen Zhichu was not that kind of person and would not have any thoughts about other men, but he still hurt her.

What's the difference between what he did and what Lu Tingchuan did? He was even worse than Lu Tingchuan.

"I'm sorry. I was wrong."

Shen Zhichu's eyes were slightly red, and she woke up and blew her nose. In the few hours that Li Jingshen was away, she had thought a lot about how to manage this marriage and how to continue with Li Jingshen, but after thinking about it, what he thought about most was separation.

She had already thought about how to break up with Li Jingshen, but when Li Jingshen put aside his pride and knelt down to apologize to her, she was speechless.

She is so useless, like a useless dodder, and also like a saint. She knows the truth of "the wolf is coming", but she just can't give up Li Jingshen.

She likes Li Jingshen and is willing to be a humiliator. To her, he is her only relative in this world and the meaning of her existence in this world.

She sat up slowly, her waist and legs aching. She was wearing loose silk pajamas, and as she stood up, the collar slipped down, revealing her round shoulders and a large area of skin on her chest, as well as the marks on it. Her skin was white, and the wounds looked particularly hideous.

Shen Zhichu is not prone to scarring, so bruises like this can disappear, but the scars on his body and the wound on his collarbone cannot disappear.

After a few months, the scars only faded a little.

Li Jingshen spoke with difficulty: "Chu Chu, can you forgive me?"

Shen Zhichu turned his face away: "Then do you know where you went wrong?"

"Know."

"What's wrong?"

Li Jingshen said seriously, "I shouldn't have distrusted you, misunderstood you, forced you to do something you didn't like, and even hurt you."