Go chase your dreams!
Kim Hee-ro was very careful as she walked down the steps. The steps here were terribly strange, with each one at a different height.
The cellar was poorly ventilated year-round, and a faint fishy smell permeated the air. Jin Xilu frowned, trying to figure out what the smell was, but she didn't pay attention to the ground beneath her feet.
She missed the last step and stumbled forward. After regaining her balance, she looked back and realized that this was not a cellar at all, but a completely dark prison.
The last step can't even be called a step; it's designed as if a section has been forcibly cut off, deliberately obstructing something.
Kim Hee-ro looked down and turned on her phone. The white light reflected off her face, and a belated sense of panic clouded her eyes. Before she could turn on her phone's flashlight, she looked up at the clumps of writing on the wall. Her voice was hoarse, her limbs were weak, but she still couldn't control her urge to get closer, closer so that she could become one with the words.
The phone fell to the ground, the screen cracked, and her tears slid down like a snapped string. A flash of white light pierced through her chaotic mind, and the doubts that had troubled her for the past few years were finally unraveled and laid bare before her.
Seeing the inverted blood-written words before her, and combining them with the contents of her previous diary, Kim Hee-ro initially thought it was just a curse from a woman driven mad by despair. But she soon realized she was wrong.
Kim Hee-ro pressed her palm against the wall. Her breathing became lighter, and by the time she realized what was happening, she had been sucked into the wall. She couldn't open her eyes, but she could clearly hear someone crying along with her.
The sadness was contagious among them. Even though she couldn't see who she was facing, she cried for her from the bottom of her heart. And the tears they shed eventually turned into bloody words they wrote together on the wall.
As her tears dried, just when she felt she couldn't breathe and was about to suffocate inside the wall, a pair of cold hands pushed her out. Her world turned upside down again, and Kim Hee-ro entered the body of "her" in the diary, taking control of her eyes.
who is she?
Kim Hee-ro didn't wake up on her own; she was lifted off the ground by someone whose footsteps were so light they sounded like a ghost, with only the occasional rustling of clothes.
He sat on the floor, pulled her, who was lying on the ground, into his arms, pinched her chin to force her to raise her head, and even though Kim Hee-ro was hiding inside her body with her eyes closed, she could feel his undisguised, fanatical, and infatuated gaze.
He didn't realize there was anything wrong with his behavior, staring at her without even blinking.
Kim Hee-ro wanted to say something, but she couldn't control herself. The true owner of this body was resisting his touch but dared not fight back, and even speaking felt disgusting.
After a while of this stalemate, he seemed to get a little tired of it too. He slowly moved his fingers, which were gripping her chin, and pinched her chin hard with his index finger and thumb, as if he wanted to poke through her skin and entwine his tongue with hers.
She was secretly competing with him, refusing to speak and not doing what he wanted.
He wasn't oblivious, but he didn't point out her thoughts. He simply increased his pressure, his fingertips rubbing hard through the skin at the corner of her mouth, feeling her clenched teeth being penetrated deeper and deeper. At the same time, his eyes were like a black net, waiting for her to wake up and cry for help.
"Get away from me, don't touch me."
“Baby, you called me.”
The first thing she did when she woke up was to slap him when he wasn't looking. Although she didn't use much force, she did it with all her might.
She overestimated her strength; if the man in front of her hadn't willingly taken the slap, she knew she wouldn't have been able to escape his embrace.
The crisp sound of a slap echoed backward, so fast that Jin Xilu didn't even see who the man in front of her was before she closed her eyes and struggled to roll out of his embrace, lying on the ground with disheveled hair and a trembling voice, looking no more dignified than the man who had just been slapped.
Just as Jin Xilu was still wondering if the man was Jiang Lianyin, she soon heard his voice again.
"Baby, have pity on me, you know I love you, this is for your own good." This cloying voice, perhaps influenced by the emotions of its thin owner, made Jin Xilu feel nauseous. Such a voice was definitely not something Jiang Lianyin would make.
But Jin Xilu soon realized that she had overestimated Jiang Lianyin's moral bottom line; it really was him.
"Jiang Lianyin, I beg you, please let me go! He is my son, why can't I see him, why can't I hold him, why do you have to treat him like an enemy!" At this moment, Jin Xilu's emotions were completely driven by the body's owner. Her voice was like a sob, and her stomach was churning with acid.
Son! What was she saying? Jiang Lianyin only had one son, Jiang Yilin.
So now Jiang Xilu is inside Jiang Yilin's mother's body, and she is He Min.
"You said you loved me more than any other man in the world, didn't you? These are your words." Jiang Lianyin stood up and touched the back of her hand to her left cheek where she had been slapped, curling her tongue against the root of her teeth. She didn't care much about the slap, but her words ignited her anger.
"Don't even think about running away. Stay by my side. We'll live and die together. You can only say you love me when you're by my side." Jiang Lianyin flung aside the lamp that was in the way of him, plunging the entire cellar into darkness once more. He was always so confident that he had everything under control.
Just a moment ago, his tone was like that of enemies confronting each other, but after she refused to pay attention to him and even hesitated to make a sound, Jiang Lianyin took two steps forward, knelt down on one knee, and bent down to present his face to her once again.
"Say something, baby, you know what I like to hear," Jiang Lianyin pleaded, reaching for her neck again to pull her back, and finally succeeding through brute force.
This was the only opportunity for Jin Xilu to stare at Jiang Lianyin so closely, given the face he presented. She was amazed by his captivating, light-colored, phoenix-shaped eyes; the father and son looked exactly alike when they were young.
She hadn't noticed it before because the two had completely different temperaments, but over the years, Jiang Yilin had gradually transformed from a fresh, young poplar into a withered willow in the mud. She had seen that cold and vicious look in Jiang Yilin's eyes before.
This staring contest didn't last long; a retching sound broke the tension.
He Min stared at Jiang Lianyin's face for only a few seconds before she couldn't help but vomit. However, there was nothing in her stomach, and these few retches were all dry heaving. She knew her own body best; she was not far from burning out.
All she wants to do now is save her child. More than anyone else, she wants the curse to disappear and she just wants her child to grow up normally.
So when Jiang Lianyin hugged her again, she could only swallow her nausea and silently endure him lifting her from the cold ground and placing her on the simple single bed covered with straw.
His chin rested against her forehead, one hand wrapped around her waist as she leaned against him, while his other hand, which he hadn't warmed from rubbing, gently and slowly massaged her stomach.
“Jiang Lianyin, he is my son, our son together. You can’t treat him like this.”
"Shhh."
Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Lianyin interrupted her. He stopped rubbing his stomach, and his words were like an iron hammer, slowly hammering the steel spike pressing against her heart, the pain intensifying and engulfing her body.
Just because he said, "Shh, be good, you know what I like to hear you say."
“I acknowledge him; he is my son. Precisely because he is my son, I have never experienced maternal love. What right does Jiang Yilin have to have it?”
“My mother hates me for stealing her husband. The Jiang family only started to pay attention to me after my father died. The curse that makes you fear and hate me is the power I've always dreamed of. If it weren't for the curse, would you even notice my existence? It's both a curse and divine power, isn't it?”
Under these circumstances, Kim Hee-ro unexpectedly hears the thoughts of the two.
Jiang Lianyin asked several more questions in a row, not giving He Min a chance to answer at all. It wasn't that she hadn't tried to persuade him before, hadn't thought about him, and hadn't stopped loving him.
But what did he do? On the day she thought she would have her happiest wedding day, he brought her a bowl of bitter medicine and lied that it was a tonic to nourish her weak body, but it was actually just a birth control pill.
Jiang Lianyin dislikes children at all, especially his own children, who are just ticking time bombs to him.
Even when his family didn't value him, he had thought that he would treat his child even better after he had one. However, after his father died and the divine power was inherited and possessed by him, his twisted heart tore and expanded, and he could only squeeze into the position of half a wife. As for a son, he didn't want him to be born.
Divine power can only belong to him.
He underestimated the power of the curse, which had persisted in the Jiang family for generations.
The methods he could think of were not unthinkable to his ancestors.
But he forgot that divine power was merely the outer layer of a curse.
That tiny bit of sweetness dangles in the Jiang family's despicable men like a terrifying machine's heart; once implanted, you are nothing more than an object it parasitizes.
You will become someone else; you will just be a madman in human skin, and you will become less and less like yourself.
Like a flower that sprouts, grows, and finally blooms in its most splendid form for a few days, it will eventually rot and parasitize in the same soil, growing into a flower stained with stench and human blood.
At first, each flower grows differently, but as time goes on, the stronger the desire, the more withered the flower becomes and the more violently it withers. This is the true charm of the curse.
So he couldn't control it, and his wife still got pregnant with his child.
Even his meeting with his wife and falling in love with her was a manifestation of the curse.
No one in the Jiang family can escape the curse; they will forever be nothing more than fertilizer for flowers, losing themselves in the process.
Exhausted and listless, her chapped lips moved slightly, uttering words as faint as a whisper: "Madmen, everyone in the Jiang family is a madman."
Jiang Lianyin pressed close, greedily enjoying the proximity to her ear; the cold air made her shiver.
“You’re right. What kind of good person do you think your son is? Never pity the men of the Jiang family and focus your attention on me alone, or I can’t guarantee your son will be able to stand up and go to school.”
After saying that, Jiang Lianyin reached down and touched her knee.
She didn't even realize that her legs had been broken by him the first time she tried to escape.
Those irregular steps were the fences that imprisoned her.
Jiang Lianyin is a more terrifying existence than a madman.
No one would expect that such a person is completely different in public and in private.
The last image Jin Xilu remembered was Jiang Lianyin, her eyes red and desperately seeking a response.
His flushed face resembled that of a lone wolf that could never be satisfied; only when he could firmly grasp a woman with his claws could he breathe a sigh of relief.
Jin Xilu had never seen Jiang Lianyin like this before, but in her heart it was as if a poisonous frog's sac was slowly expanding, swelling and contracting.
It stimulated her, making her feel that Jiang Lianyin at this moment was more like a human being with emotions.
That's just unbelievable.
Jin Xilu didn't have time to think much. She was just a translucent veil covering He Min's eyes, and she couldn't tell He Min about the future through this veil.
She cannot touch upon what has already happened in the past.
As He Min fell asleep and the pain subsided, Jin Xilu had no idea where she was. Her voice was soft, and she felt as if she was always walking, always moving forward.
The drizzle continued, the fine rain needles piercing her heart little by little. Before her sight could return, her hearing was the first to recover.
She heard cheerful footsteps, and lively laughter drifted into her ears like a string of wind chimes.
"Hurry up, Grandma, you promised to take me to see him." The girl's voice was accompanied by a slight panting sound; she seemed a little anxious.
The voice that followed was clearly not young; her flat cloth shoes landed steadily on the stones, and she said with a smile, "Can't you go by yourself?"
"Oh dear, that's different. I'm afraid if I go to play with him myself, he'll ignore me." The girl's voice echoed back from afar, as if she had run away and then run back to wait for the woman behind her to catch up.
Their voices mingled together, and their footsteps stopped.
"Okay, okay, I've never seen you so addicted to playing around with anyone before."
"Grandma is different. I just want to be friends with him. Please help me!" The little girl stubbornly insisted, trying to get everyone around her to agree.
"Okay, but whether Xiao Jiang agrees to be your friend depends on your performance."
The little girl seemed to have thought of something. After sighing, she regained her fighting spirit: "Fine, if he won't be my friend, I'll beat him into submission and make him acknowledge me as his big brother!"
Jin Xilu remembered; the words sounded more and more familiar as she listened, and she endured the dizzying white light before her eyes.
A short-haired woman appeared before them, bending down and wiping the sweat from the little girl's forehead with a loving expression.
This little girl is none other than Kim Hee-ro when she was a child.
Her first meeting with Jiang Yilin was not pleasant; in fact, it was rather unpleasant.
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