After finishing breakfast, Xia Linyin began to wander around, searching for Xiao Li. She had absolutely no idea how to awaken Xiao Li's memories, so she just kept getting closer to him.
Standing by the window, Xia Linyin saw Xiao Li sitting on the lawn, and at the same time, she saw the dean walking towards Xiao Li.
When they were about a meter away from Xiao Li, the dean suddenly stopped. He stood behind Xiao Li and stared at her back for a long time.
Xia Linyin frowned, wondering what the dean was going to do. The next second, she saw the dean reach into his crotch and grope himself a few times, his actions quite lewd.
Then he strode towards Xiao Li, opened his arms, and prepared to hug her from behind—
Xia Linyin: "!!!"
She stared at the scene with bloodshot eyes, and her fingers, which were braced on the windowsill, suddenly tightened, almost tearing a piece of the wall off.
Fortunately, Xiao Li on the other side dodged the dean's groping hands.
After missing his target, the dean rubbed his hands together and looked at Xiao Li with a lewd grin.
Because of the distance, Xia Linyin couldn't hear what the dean was saying to Xiao Li, but it certainly wasn't anything nice.
She rushed out to find Xiao Li, her face sharp as if she were going to meet some kind of murderer.
When she stormed onto the lawn, Xiao Li and the dean were nowhere to be seen. In just a short while, the two of them had vanished without a trace.
Following Xiao Li toward a secluded spot, the dean's smile deepened. His gaze swept over Xiao Li's pert buttocks and the alluring white skin on the back of his neck, and the dean swallowed hard a few times.
Overwhelmed with uncontrollable joy and excitement, his body began to heat up. He noticed that the surrounding environment was becoming increasingly secluded, and the dean's breathing was growing heavier.
But the boy's figure was getting further and further away from him, so the dean quickened his pace to catch up, but no matter how fast he walked, the distance between him and the boy continued to grow.
Although the boy didn't seem to be walking very fast, there was no way to catch up with him.
In the end, the dean realized that he had lost track of the person.
As he was looking around, a bed sheet was suddenly placed over his head, covering his entire upper body.
"Who! Who is it!" the dean shouted, pulling at the bed sheet.
His response was a brutal beating, during which the dean screamed like a pig being slaughtered while cursing loudly.
"Who's hitting me?! Do you even know who I am?! You bastard! Stop it! Stop it now! If I find out who you are, I'll kill you! You'll regret it! Stop it now!"
The blows came harder, and the dean, who was completely disoriented under the sheets, had nowhere to hide from the beatings. He fell to the ground and howled in pain, rolling around on the floor.
"Help! Help! Murder! Someone's killing someone!"
The headmaster, whose eyes were brimming with tears and snot from being beaten, was terrified and cried out, "Have mercy! Have mercy! Please stop hitting me! I'll give you anything you want! Just stop hitting me, and I'll give you anything!"
If anyone were here, they would be horrified by what they saw.
A handsome young man, with exquisite features, wielded a thick, long tree branch and whipped the person on the ground who was constantly wailing. Each strike was ruthless and heavy, and the force was terrifying to behold.
No matter how much the people on the ground begged for mercy, the boy remained indifferent and unmoved.
Those clean, fair hands, which should have been used to play the piano, were now gripping a tree branch and committing violence. The calmness on his face was in stark contrast to the ferocity in his hands.
Looking at his face alone, you would never imagine that he is cruelly and brutally beating someone.
His clear, black-and-white eyes were so bright, his aura so pure, and his delicate features reminded one of an angel.
Such a wonderful person should be far removed from all the filth of the world; I don't want him to see anything dirty or tainted, lest his pure aura be defiled.
It is precisely because of this stark contrast that the scene at this moment feels so chilling.
The angel is doing the devil's work.
When Xia Linyin arrived, she only saw a person on the ground covered with a blood-stained sheet. She lifted the sheet, and if she hadn't seen the figure and clothes, she would never have recognized that this bruised and swollen-faced pig-headed man spitting blood was the dean.
"Ahhh—" The woman's shrill screams almost pierced people's eardrums.
Xia Linyin glanced at the nurse who had screamed, silently tossed aside the blood-stained sheet in her hand, and took a step forward. "I just arrived too..."
"Ahhh—" the woman screamed even louder and took a few steps back in fear.
"Quickly! Quickly pin her down!"
"Save the hospital director!"
Amidst the chaotic footsteps, the arriving nurses and doctors frantically lifted the already barely breathing hospital director for emergency treatment, while Xia Linyin was bound hand and foot.
"You're dead! You've beaten the director up like this," a nurse said to Xia Linyin.
Wouldn't it have been better to use this opportunity to get rid of this strange girl who was influencing him?
Once the girl was gone, everything would be back to normal, so why was he so displeased when he saw the nurses grab her?
I'm not happy, not happy at all.
The boy frowned as he looked at Xia Linyin, who was bound hand and foot. Why were those hands that touched her body so offensive?
I want to chop it off, chop it off!
Xia Linyin had expected to be subjected to severe torture, leaving her with a stain she could never clear, but in the afternoon, a nurse came and released her, telling her that the hospital director had suffered a concussion and that someone else had assaulted him, and that the person had already confessed.
Although none of them believed that the person had hit the dean, the person said so, because the person had a very powerful family background.
As for why such a powerful and wealthy family would put him in a mental hospital, nobody knows.
Although he admitted to hitting someone, no one would do anything to him, even though the person he hit was the dean.
Xia Linyin, who had been released, curled the corners of her lips. She had made progress.
Compared to her indifference when she first met her yesterday, Xiao Li's attitude towards her is definitely different now.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have released her again.
I believe he will remember her soon.
Night—
It has come again!
This time, before Xia Linyin could even look for Xiao Li, Xiao Li had already approached her and, taking turns leading Xia Linyin by the hand, ran towards the storage room.
"Let's stay in the same place we were last night!" The boy turned to look at her, his smile bright and dazzling.
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