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The wild dog that was only thinking about escaping obviously did not meet the standard of "obedience", so Zhou Min had just wiped his face clean when he was escorted by bodyguards into an empty room.
As if to punish her for not knowing what was good for her, this room was different from the one she had stayed in to recuperate before. There were no windows, no furniture, and it was so empty that not even a shadow could be hidden.
The light was trapped in the room by the four white-painted walls and ceiling, unable to escape, so it had to diffuse anxiously, dazzling the spotless room.
But soon, the moment the door behind Zhou Min was closed, the dazzling light disappeared along with the sound of the door closing.
The silence that originally filled the room was broken by the sound of metal rubbing against the ground. Zhou Min dragged his shackles and moved slowly in the thick darkness. He groped his way to the corner and sat down, his straight back not leaning against the wall.
The long-awaited confinement was different from the past. This time she didn't have to sit in a chair with bruises all over her body and listen to the seconds ticking.
In comparison, Zhou Qiting is really tolerant.
In the pure darkness, the presence of her heartbeat became increasingly evident, hitting her chest again and again, getting heavier and louder, until it became sharp and hurt her eardrums.
Zhou Min was used to this. In the past, at such times, he could just press any wound on his body to dispel the noise in his head.
She raised her hand and pressed the abrasion on her left cheek with her fingertips. The pain instantly reminded her of Zhou Yiting's ruthless treatment just now. The grin on her lips grew deeper and deeper, until her uncontrollable laughter broke the silence, reflected by the surrounding walls, and echoed in the room.
Rather than ignoring her existence, she felt more comfortable fiddling with her indifferently.
But it’s not enough.
Even cutting her into pieces wouldn't be enough.
I'm afraid that only when her bones are crushed and her ashes are scattered will her overwhelming sense of guilt disappear.
After a brief laugh, the room returned to silence.
Although the inside and outside of his eyelids were the same black, Zhou Min did not close his eyes to rest. He stared blankly ahead, sitting still like a statue, and only blinked when his eyes felt dry.
Even though her muscles became a little stiff, she still maintained this posture, because... the chair under her was too old and it would make a creaking sound whenever she moved, which was even more harsh in the empty room.
There was a wall three steps in front of me, and a clock was hanging two meters above the ground. The straight second hand swept across the clock face one tick at a time.
Tick, tick...
Hearing the increasingly clear sound of the clock ticking beside his ears, Zhou Min silently pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled with relief.
She always knew that she had never stepped out of that room.
What her mother left her was far more than just scars all over her body, but also memories that even time could not erase.
This cruel gift was like a festering wound that spanned half of her life, tormenting her in every nightmare, and now it refused to let her go even when she was awake.
Or rather... she just wouldn't let herself go.
It was she who locked herself in that room forever, leaving her to rot along with the sins within her.
The chill seeped out from the cracks in his bones, turning into fine beads of cold sweat on his forehead. Some of it slowly fell along his temples, sliding across the side of his face. The salt in the sweat seeped into the wound, bringing a barely perceptible pain.
But the pain spread quickly like a lit fuse, awakening the scars on her body one by one, new and old, some deep and some shallow, entangling her tightly and making her feel suffocated.
More and more cold sweat gathered at the chin, dripping like a water line.
Tick-tock...
The sound of the second hand ticking was unknowingly replaced by the sound of liquid dripping onto the ground.
Zhou Min wiped away the sweat with the back of her finger. The sticky touch made her look down in disbelief, only to see her hands covered in blood. Looking up again, she suddenly found herself on a red ocean. A hand with a red mole on the index finger joint reached out from it, pulling her ankle and pulling her down.
No……
She struggled to step back, trying to escape from what was happening before her eyes, but the hand was too strong, and she could only watch herself sink into the bottomless filth.
Can't……
Go to hell, go to hell...
The scene suddenly changed with a violent mood. What Zhou Min saw before him was a scene that he would never forget in his life, but the dagger was no longer in his hand.
She lowered her eyes to look at the woman struggling to get up from the pool of blood, and suddenly sneered.
No matter how many times I have to do it, no matter what means I use, I will kill you with my own hands.
The next second, she grabbed the woman's neck fiercely, the veins on the back of her hand bulging from the excessive force, and the strength of her knuckles tightened again and again.
Watching the woman's pupils gradually dilate and lose vitality bit by bit, she felt a long-lost pleasure, and a muffled laugh sounded in her chest.
It seems that what Chen Shu said was not entirely wrong. This is indeed her true self.
Cruel, violent, and unscrupulous.
Perhaps... these hands are indeed meant to be used for killing, just as Chen Shu said?
She looked at her palm as it was opened again. The lines on her palm were like a riverbed, with a red torrent flowing over it and many lives being lost in it.
She had already been swept up in the ups and downs, unable to escape.
"Zhou Min, why have you become like this?"
The familiar voice struck her mind like thunder.
Why……
Gradually, mist formed in front of his eyes, and the dripping tears tried in vain to wash away the indelible sins. Zhou Min covered his face in pain, and warm tears flowed from between his fingers.
What should she become...
What else can Zhou Min, who is built up by all kinds of evil deeds and sins, become?
She huddled in a corner, hugging her knees.
A faint whimper sounded in his throat, then turned into a restrained sob, and finally turned into an unrestrained howl. The regret that had been trapped in his heart for many years was finally released at this moment.
The environment returned to darkness, and only the sound of exhausted sobs echoed in the room.
After an unknown amount of time, she heard the sound of a door opening. She looked in the direction of the sound, and the light suddenly pierced her eyes, causing her to close them suddenly. When she opened her eyes again, she saw a figure standing in the backlight.
What do you want me to become?
She looked at the approaching person's dark eyes, whose emotions were hard to discern.
Since you want an obedient dog, then——
"Zhou Qiting..."
Break me, rebuild me, shape me...
“Save me…”
Zhou Qiting came in front of Zhou Min, bent down slightly, pinched her chin, and looked at her inch by inch with complicated eyes.
Zhou Min's forehead hair was wet with cold sweat, and a few strands hung down and stuck to her bloodless cheeks. Her eyebrows, still covered with sweat, were even darker, making her face look even paler.
Under the moist eyelashes, the pair of golden eyes that once made Zhou Yiting disgusted have now lost their original spirit, the pupils are blurred and the whites of the eyes are covered with bloodshot.
The cotton pajamas on his body were soaked with sweat and stuck to his back, which was thinner than before. His whole body was shaking with emotions that had not yet subsided.
After a long moment, Zhou Qiting watched the tears in her eyes about to fall again, then he let go of her hand and replied calmly, "Okay."
Zhou Qiting said this short word with some caution, but at this moment it made Zhou Min feel at ease, and his body, which had been tense for a long time, suddenly relaxed.
She stretched out her hand cautiously, as if afraid that her sudden movement would disturb the person in front of her. She slowly and gently pinched the corner of Zhou Yiting's clothes, using this sense of reality as an anchor to allow her wandering soul to slowly fall back and return to this exhausted body.
Zhou Yiting looked at her timid appearance and felt a little bit of pity in his heart, but he was also suspicious of her sudden change, so he didn't make any more comforting moves.
But the next moment, Zhou Qiting saw the hand that was holding the corner of her clothes loosen and fall down weakly. As her upper body fell backwards, when Zhou Min was about to fall to the ground, she grabbed Zhou Min's shoulders in time.
The pain of losing this person surged into her heart again. She anxiously turned around and called the bodyguard outside the door: "Send the doctor over immediately!"
Fortunately, the private doctor who had been stationed at this manor arrived quickly. After an examination, the doctor said that the patient was a little dehydrated and was probably in an electrolyte imbalance coma caused by high nervous tension and excessive emotional fluctuations. He should wake up soon after infusion treatment.
The doctor also said that considering the patient's previous sleep disorders, self-harming tendencies and this time's somatization symptoms, the patient should be suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder and recommended that he cooperate with a psychologist for further examination and treatment.
Zhou Yiting had been following Zhou Min's daily medical reports. She knew her gunshot wound had almost fully healed, and she also knew she had sleep disorders and a tendency toward self-harm. But why had she developed post-traumatic stress disorder? Zhou Yiting was filled with confusion.
What has Zhou Min experienced in the past fifteen years?
Zhou Qiting sat in the armchair beside Zhou Min's bed and rubbed her eyebrows. The fatigue caused by long-term lack of sleep continued to affect her, but she didn't want to rest at the moment.
She had seen Zhou Min fall down too many times in her dreams, and she would only feel at ease when she saw Zhou Min open his eyes again.
She looked at Zhou Min quietly, watching the liquid in the infusion bottle flow into Zhou Min's body drop by drop, just like when she had just rescued Zhou Min from the brink of death. She stayed with him all the time, fearing that the person in front of her would become cold in the blink of an eye, just like in those recurring nightmares.
Zhou Qiting sadly discovered from then on that although she hated Zhou Min and was disgusted by the crimes she had committed, she was also afraid, afraid of losing this person completely, so she ignored her mother's opposition and insisted on keeping Zhou Min by her side in this safe cage.
At this moment, she just wanted to hold this person tightly and prevent her from leaving without permission until she had thoroughly found out the truth.
But this person just likes to run away, like an untamed wild dog. The more unruly she is, the more Zhou Qiting wants to break her rebellious bones.
Zhou Qiting had previously realized that there was something strange about Zhou Minken cooperating with the doctor and recuperating peacefully. In addition, he noticed from the surveillance footage that she was secretly observing the surrounding environment, so he guessed her escape plan and arranged for people to stop her in time.
You'll be safe if you just stay here, so why are you still thinking about running away? Zhou Qiting looked at Zhou Min's peaceful sleeping face, his eyes growing darker.
When Zhou Min woke up, the sky had begun to turn white, and the occasional early morning bird calls could be heard from outside the glass door of the balcony.
Zhou Min slowly opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling in the room. He turned his head and saw Zhou Qiting sitting by the bed with a tired look on his face.
Zhou Qiting skipped the unnecessary inquiries and asked directly, "Are you afraid of the dark?"
Zhou Min, who had just woken up, shook his head subconsciously at first. Then his mind touched upon the previous memory again. Before his anxiety could rise again, he hurriedly interrupted his recollection: "Afraid."
Or rather, it was hatred. She wasn't sure if she were to be trapped in this dark and silent environment again, would that disgusting hallucination haunt her again?
Zhou Qiting noticed the inconsistency between her words and actions, and seemed to have thought of something. He didn't hold her back and asked, "Can you promise not to run away again in the future?"
The implication is that if she dares to escape again, unless she escapes or is caught, she will continue to be imprisoned in such a place.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Min's eyebrows drooped immediately, and his lips were pressed into a straight line. The little bit of energy he had just maintained seemed to be drained away, and he looked even more dejected on top of his already listless and haggard appearance.
After a moment, she nodded obediently.
Seeing Zhou Min's expression change, Zhou Qiting's eyes grew colder and his tone became unpleasant: "It seems that you still want to escape?"
"No." She raised her eyes and looked at Zhou Qiting steadily. "Even if I didn't run away, you could still lock me up like that."
So what if I hate you? If I don't completely destroy the original me from the inside out, how can I become the me you want?
Intense madness ignited in her light-colored eyes, and she sealed all escape routes with a pious declaration.
"Zhou Qiting, you can do whatever you want to me."
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