Chang Le didn't say anything.
She Haoyun stared at her for a few moments, then suddenly said, "You've lost weight, and you don't look well. Have you been injured again?"
Chang Le's eyes flickered slightly: "What do you mean by 'again'?"
She Haoyun smiled and said, "More than a dozen months ago, from the moment I met you, you were someone who didn't know how to take care of yourself. You were always getting hurt and never knew how to protect yourself."
"You told me you wanted me to cooperate with you in taking revenge on the Hua family, and you were willing to help me gain a foothold in the She family."
From that moment on, outsiders labeled us as boyfriend and girlfriend. But, Hua Changle, the only time I could get close to you was when you lost control and didn't recognize anyone.
out of control?
Chang Le doesn't actually have many memories of her past loss of control.
Only a few fleeting images show me facing the Hua family, my heart filled with hatred and destructive intent.
Also, on the day of Hua Anning's coming-of-age ceremony, she was in her room covered in bruises, which she had inflicted herself.
“You completely lost control in front of me three times,” She Haoyun said. “How many do you remember?”
Chang Le had no recollection of it.
Seeing that she didn't speak, She Haoyun knew the answer and slowly opened his mouth:
"The first time was because of Hua Yuezhi."
Chang Le listened to him.
"That time, Hua Yuezhi was seriously injured in a mission accident. Both of his legs were severely damaged, especially his right knee. Many doctors who saw him said that it was beyond repair. Hua Yuezhi was once speculated by the outside world to lose his position in the military after years of hard work."
"Two nights after I heard the news, you called me and said you were at a bar."
"When I heard the sounds of smashing and looting coming from your direction, I rushed over."
...
After receiving a call from Chang Le late at night, She Haoyun rushed to the bar and went up to the third floor to take a look.
It was chilly in early spring. A seventeen-year-old girl, wearing a long knitted dress, leaned against the wall of the corridor.
There was a pig's head under my feet, and there were other things lying around me, with blood all over the ground and walls.
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