Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Shen Qianshu’s speech was like acid that had been hidden in her heart for seven years, and she was now spitting it all away cleanly. Standing on the edge of a cliff, she had nothing to be afraid anymore. She mustered up her courage and said everything that she had kept in her heart.
Even if she were to die, she would die peacefully.
He and she were like two straight lines that were never supposed to intersect in this life.
Ye Ling looked at her deeply and did not fly into a rage or become monstrous like how Shen Qianshu expected. His bright red eyes were like splashed with a bucket of cold water, and all feelings of frustration faded away, leaving his blood to turn cold.
It was the first time he saw Shen Qianshu’s hatred.
It was also the first time he heard Shen Qianshu talked about their lost child.
She never mentioned it.
It was as if… this was her personal matter, and it did not concern him.
The pain and tears over these seven years, she had always masked them away with her laughter, like she was made of metal, unable to destroy or feel hurt. Those feelings of despair and tears were all locked away in her memories, unwilling to be shared with anyone.
It was without doubt that the innocent and cute young lady, who was also able to adapt to any situations back then, would grow up into an independent strong woman with great social connections.
“Shen Qianshu, for the past seven years, do you think you were the only suffering?”
At least, you have Tong Hua.
But I,
I had nothing at all!
Silence filled between them like a great natural barrier.
They, standing on both edges of the cliff, were separated by a stream of never-ending sorrow.
He knew that she must have been scared.
Disappearing without a trace.
It was not that he did not care but that he was helpless too.
She did not know how many times he had walked past the pits of hell.
She did not know how many times he dreamt of his little princess to help him get over his despair.
She did not know how many scars on his body were caused by self-harm.
She did not know how he had slit his own artery and almost bled to death.
She did not know how much he wished to stand in front of her healthily and hear her call him ‘Master’ again.
But…
He was not able to do so.
He worked hard for seven years but realized in despair that he was not able to do so.
He had never lost once when fighting the gods.
But instead, he lost to his other self.
Shen Qianshu, I can’t do it, do you understand?
“Ye Ling, your illness is becoming more and more serious.” Shen Qianshu wiped her tears and continued. “Once you are obsessed, you will disown everybody. Ask me whether I’m scared of you.”
“I am scared.” Shen Qianshu looked at him in desolation. “You cannot control the inner beast in your heart, and you still questioned whether I’m scared. I’m scared that if I die one day, Tong Hua will become an orphan again. Hence, I will not agitate you. Si Ni and I hoped that you will retreat before the impossible and stop coming to me to look for your little princess, but you forcefully tore opened my scars. How ruthless are you?”
Ye Ling said, “Luther said that you gave birth to a daughter, so for the past seven years, I always thought that it was a little princess. I have not denied the existence of this child and will never ever forget.”
Shen Qianshu laughed coldly. You are clearly only thinking of your little princess.
This explanation, from what she heard, was not convincing at all.
Ye Ling, however, did not want to say anything more.
“Shen Qianshu, what do you want?” Ye Ling smiled coldly at her. “Not meet whether in life or death, let me tell you that this is impossible. Give up on your wishful thinking.”
Shen Qianshu kept quiet and did not rebuke him.
It was because this was her own thoughts after Ye Ling appeared in front of her again after seven years.
Shen Qianshu touched her back, holding onto the glass shard. She suddenly pulled it out with hands full of fresh blood. This action, seemingly like one of self-harm, did not even cause her brows to furrow. Shen Qianshu’s hand was dripping with blood, and she held onto a glass shard as long as her finger. Her other hand held onto Ye Ling’s wrist. The back of his hand was also dripping with blood, and Ye Ling squinted and stared deadly at her hand.