Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Such a night to Shen Qianshu was peaceful and gentle.
She dreamed of Ye Ling again.
In the darkness, Ye Ling gently walked into the master bedroom. Shen Qianshu slept really peacefully. Her face was ghastly pale, and in just a few days, she had already lost a lot of weight. The cyberbullying had been extremely serious recently, and nasty comments criticizing Shen Qianshu were found everywhere on the Internet.
She was originally a phenomenal Internet celebrity.
Any matters regarding her would be amplified.
Furthermore, with the old lady aggravating the complicated situation behind the scenes, it became a one-sided situation.
Her wound still slightly hurt.
When she was asleep, she was wearing the white shirt that she had worn during work. After drinking the fruit juice, nobody dared to help her change out of her shirt too. She just continued sleeping in that manner. Two buttons of the white shirt were unbuttoned, revealing her exquisite and beautiful collarbone. It was partly hidden, partly visible, and extremely alluring.
Ye Ling narrowed his eyes and lightly held onto her hands.
“Little fool…”
He did not think that Shen Qianshu would barge into the underground casino all by herself. Her every move could be predicted, and under his guidance, she would surely target Ye Feifei and Ye Bao. However, he never once thought that she would barge into Ghost City all alone and get shot in the end.
When Su Nancheng said that she made a self-inflicted gunshot, he almost lost his soul. The exploding car did not manage to explode him into pieces, but this news almost did. Luckily, it was only a superficial injury. If not, he… might become a devil.
But he was already, personally, a devil.
Ye Ling lightly coughed. His complexion was really bad, and his lips were deathly pale. His chest would still hurt a lot every time he breathed. The broken rib cage was still unable to heal as time went by, and he would feel suffocated each time he breathed.
“Master, Master…” Shen Qianshu was dreaming again. It was also unclear what she had dreamed about. She hastily looked at Ye Ling’s name, and compared to her calmness in the morning, her tone at night was filled with despair.
It was as if she had blocked her entire world. She shouted his name, hoping to hear his reply.
Ye Ling held onto her hand.
“I’m here!”
I am always here beside you.
I have never once left.
“Master, you’re speaking again.” Shen Qianshu saw him in the darkness. He was coldly sitting down, and his gaze was obscure and cold. However, when gazing at her, it was as if she was the only color. “I miss you so much.”
She held onto Ye Ling’s hand and put it beside her face. His palm was warm, and when placed against her cheeks, she felt an unexplainable calmness.
“Soon.” Ye Ling did not know whether he was saying it to himself or saying it to her.
He sat beside her quietly. Every night after she drank the juice, he would sit beside her like this and accompany her to spend the long night. Every night, she would shout his name in her dream, and he would also respond.
She always thought that… she was dreaming.
He could not involve her in a massacre and also could not give her a future filled with only massacres.
Thus, he gambled away his everything.
On a night like this, the only thing he could give her was a gentle reply whenever she desperately called for him.
Even if she thought that it was a dream.
In her dream, she also received a response. It would not be cold and only filled with loneliness.
“Qianshu, persevere for a little more,” he said softly.
“Until when do I have to persevere?” A lump formed in her throat, and a teardrop fell from her eyes. “I’m afraid that I’m unable to hold on any longer…”
Ye Ling’s fingertips slightly brushed past her skin. “Shen Qianshu… have a touch. What is this?”
He pulled Shen Qianshu’s hand and let it caressed his wrist.
String of fate, little fat heart, it was always safely worn on his wrist.