1: Chapter 1 Getting Rid of Gu Yixuan 1
1 -1 Getting Rid of Gu Yixuan 1
The man was a devil, a demon with a deep and cunning mind.
In the business world, he was a towering figure.
In private, he was a perfect schemer.
He could turn the skies with a flip of his hand and command the rain with a turn of his palm, yet he wished to use all his cunning and schemes on that one woman, the only one who gave him even a sliver of good memories from the past.
His purpose was singular, to cling to the only warmth in this world, the only semblance of affection.
But as he hurt her, his own heart was tearing.
If, if only he knew how to love someone, he wouldn’t have let them hurt each other.
But he didn’t know how, he had never loved anyone, nor had anyone ever loved him…
Mo Ran lay on the luxurious bed, her body aching terribly, as if every bone wanted to fall apart.
She extended a hand, her slender palm unnaturally white, exuding a thick aura of sickness.
Moving up, her smooth arm was covered in shocking purples and greens.
She knew, not just on her arms, but on her neck, her chest, her entire body was covered in bruises, as if she had been brutally abused.
She dared not take a bath, afraid to face her scar-laden self, worried that she couldn’t bear too much pain and would collapse immediately.
In truth, she was already on the verge of collapse.
Without any further provocation, she suspected she might do something foolish.
Her life had lost all meaning, the only thing she could do each day was to lie in bed as the hours dragged on, until evening when she would meet that devil-like man.
How many days had it been?
In any case, she angered him, truly angered him.
He did not plan to let her go, nor did he intend to make her life easy.
Therefore, he humiliated and tormented her every day in the way she hated the most.
She had resisted, but to no avail.
Eventually, she became numb and now was indifferent.
Time slowly passed, and the day was darkening again…
The door opened, Mo Ran’s heart clenched painfully, and she closed her eyes in anguish.
Was today’s punishment about to begin?
The tall and handsome man sat down on the bed and tenderly caressed her face, “Haven’t eaten again today?”
She opened her empty eyes, looking at him unfocused. This text is hosted at NoveI(F)ire.net
Honestly, the man was perfect in appearance, and if judged solely by looks, one might mistake him for an angel.