"No! Just bear with it, it'll be okay!" whispered Su Yuanzhan in the construction shack.
Although he had gone mad, he had not done anything terribly wrong over the years.
He deliberately chose such an abandoned shack to hide in, hoping that no one, especially women, would come near.
Everyone thought he was some kind of martial arts prodigy.
But only he knew that his situation was somewhat similar to Su Fan's; he too had contracted a rare and bizarre illness.
When he wasn't sick, he was fine, but once he fell ill, he would become extremely irritable and uncontrollably violent, even wanting to harm or kill people.
If he encountered a woman, he had an even stronger urge to brutally torture her.
Even though he hadn't killed anyone or really forced himself on any women over the years,
he had still hurt many people and taken liberties with many women when out of control.
"Damn it! Just go away!"
Su Yuanzhan was clenching his own trembling right hand, roaring in his mind.
He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but he felt that Su Ya, not far away, looked somewhat familiar.
But he knew it must be a coincidence.
The descendants of the Su family were all of noble birth, highly esteemed and distinguished—how could they possibly fall to living in a place unless, like him, they had contracted a strange disease?
Su Yuanzhan struggled to regulate his breathing, attempting to calm himself down.
But in his head, there were many voices buzzing like headless flies, driving him to the brink of collapse.
After enduring it for a long time, he finally couldn't stand it any longer.
His figure, agile like a cheetah, burst out of the shack's window in one swift movement.
Su Ya, who was wearing a knitted sweater, only saw a shadow flash by before she was tackled to the ground.
Su Ya tried to scream, but Su Yuanzhan's large hand was already choking her throat, reducing her cries to mere whimpers.
Su Yuanzhan exerted force in his hand, tearing off one of Su Ya's sleeves.
Looking at the man in front of her with fully white hair yet a middle-aged appearance, Su Ya felt an overwhelming sense of despair.
She had considered whether to offer herself to Su Fan tonight, to repay the kindness he had shown her and her mother.
But she absolutely did not want to let her pure body be defiled by a thug who appeared out of nowhere!
When Su Yuanzhan clenched his hand with force, even through the clothing, Su Ya couldn't help but scream out in pain.
She suspected that the "snow peaks" in front of her might have burst at the thug's grasp, otherwise why would it hurt so much?
If she had encountered an ordinary thug, Su Ya might have fought back.
But how could she resist someone like Su Yuanzhan, a trained fighter?
Su Yuanzhan had no intention of undressing Su Ya with care; he recklessly grabbed the hem of her clothes and flipped it up like peeling an orange.
As he did, Su Yuanzhan's entire body jolted as if electrocuted and he leaped back abruptly.
"You, you, you... who are you?"
Su Yuanzhan's gaze was fixed upon the seven small black dots around Su Ya's waist.
They seemed to be seven tiny moles, arranged in the pattern of the Big Dipper.
Su Yuanzhan couldn't believe that such a coincidence existed in this world!
Because this unique birthmark belonged to his daughter!
He didn't know why Su Ya was in this place, but her appearance was clearly similar to her mother's!
No wonder she looked so familiar to him from afar!