pain.

In an instant.

It felt like my whole body was about to shatter.

She first met a force, then slammed hard into a hard, cold wall.

The pain was so intense it felt like it was about to engulf her.

In an instant, tears welled up uncontrollably in Li Ruo's eyes.

In the dim light, Li Ruo looked up at the person in front of her.

The smell of alcohol seemed to take root and sprout, quickly filling the entire room.

As for the man in front of her, he walked towards her step by step, unhurriedly.

At this moment, that familiar feeling returned.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, her lips twitched, and her words came out in broken, intermittent bursts.

"Mr. Wen, what's wrong? What do you need...?"

"ah!"

Her hair roots seemed to be uprooted, and then Li Ruo was pulled up completely.

The man grabbed her neck tightly and dragged her outside without saying a word.

Immediately afterwards, Li Ruo was led towards the basement.

Tears gradually blurred my vision, and everything in front of me became indistinct.

But within those indistinct blocks of color, everything also takes on an emotional quality.

"No, Mr. Wen!"

"It hurts, please let me go."

"Please, please—ah!"

A confined space, tools hanging on the walls covered with film, and a man with bloodshot eyes.

Also, there was a faint smell of blood in the air.

Those indescribable painful memories surfaced in my mind.

In her previous life, Li Ruo was raised in this dark basement.

She originally thought that, having been reborn, Wen Huaiyan seemed much gentler this time, and that she wouldn't have to go through these things.

But when she was dragged to the door, she realized that Wen Huaiyan had been that man-eating devil all along.

Wen Huaiyan will not listen to her pleas for mercy.

He's always like that.

You must first vent your own frustrations.

Li Ruo didn't know whether she was numb or had come to terms with everything.

The distance from the bedroom to the basement wasn't far, but it was enough to make Li Ruoxin feel utterly hopeless.

Lying on that iron bed, painful memories that I couldn't get rid of came rushing back one after another.

She knew what kind of pain she was about to face.

The scene before her was too unbearable to look at, so Li Ruo closed her eyes.

She listened to the faint sounds around her.

The clanging and banging sounds were Wen Huaiyan selecting tools.

The sound of air being torn apart was his warm-up before the punishment.

Finally, silently, yet tightly gripped... the nightmare began.

Li Ruo didn't know how she got through it.

All I know is that time passed little by little, and eventually my consciousness became blurred.

I don't know how much time passed, I only know that there was a strong smell of blood all around me.

He couldn't pinpoint where the pain was coming from, and he was lying on the iron bed, unable to get up.

The man gripped her neck, his eyes like those of a man-eating beast.

Li Ruo paid for all of these.

She had no idea what she had done to offend this person.

Or perhaps, he was simply a violent maniac who couldn't control himself.

only……

"I trust you so much, Li Ruo, do you think I'm too easy to talk to?"

What is he saying?

Li Ruo couldn't understand.

Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

So sleepy.

I just want to fall asleep right now.

Never, ever wake up.

...

That night.

In the pitch-black night sky, not a single star could be seen.

It was a dull night, and even the air in the room seemed to have frozen.

A man in a white sweater stood by the window, his brows furrowed.

On one side, there was a small, exquisite but stiff box.

He looks like a doctor.

"How is she?"

A dull sound came from behind him, so the man turned around.

"Look at the state you've put her in, and now you know how to feel sorry for her?"

Zhao Ming let out a long sigh of relief. "You really hit hard. Luckily I was there, otherwise the girl would have had a scar for life."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Huaiyan, who was usually as cold as ice, showed some cracks on his face.

He rarely has such moments of silence.

Seeing this, Zhao Ming hesitated to speak.

After a long pause, he spoke slowly.

“I know she crossed your line, but you went too far.”

"At worst, we can just abandon her. What you're doing will ruin her life."

"Isn't this the first time you've cared about someone this much? If she doesn't wake up today, you—"

Zhao Ming stopped talking halfway through his sentence.

The person in front of you had already raised their head, and their eyes were staring at you so intently that it made you feel uneasy.

Then, Zhao Ming turned his head away.

"I don't care about her that much."

Wen Huaiyan suddenly said something.

"It's just a toy I really like."

That's all.

Wen Huaiyan was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Most of the people who approach him have ulterior motives, and he dislikes them, especially those who are hypocritical and pretentious.

Zhao Ming is different.

We've been brothers since junior high, brothers who've been through thick and thin together.

Speaking of which, boys' friendships are always formed inexplicably.

For example, let's have a fight.

His relationship with Zhaoming was one of unexpected encounters.

Zhao Ming was the only one who looked down on his measly little money.

Or perhaps Zhao Ming himself is a rich kid, whose family has been doctors for generations and later developed a medical equipment business, in which he is doing very well.