Chapter 7

She struggled to move her eyeballs, and surprisingly, her eyes were dry, without a trace of moisture

Five years, no, it has been accumulating since she has memory, her love for him

His smile ... She was enchanted. His dismissive words had just brushed past her ear, piercing her heart. Yet, just this one smile was enough to make her longing for him explode, shattering her reason, obliterating the memory of the previous second. Now her eyes, her heart could only see and feel his smile

He gently embraced her as she sat on his lap, looking closely at her and smiling approvingly, "Not bad, after all these years, you haven't aged." His hand lifted her skirt, exploring upwards, "You're still a virgin, right?"

Death? She really thought of death

Her fingers were about to tear the bed sheet, but she no longer cried out. The pain had made her too accustomed to enduring. She also understood that even if she asked, he would not show her any compassion

His fingers cruelly pierced in, she was startled, looking at him in a flustered and chaotic manner, the pain causing her entire body to stiffen

His muscular and slender arm rested against the side of her face, yet she did not dare to touch it. Her eyes closed in despair, and she bit down hard on her lip. He penetrated her, it hurt, it really hurt. Each deep thrust felt as if he were trying to saw her in half; he did not tease her desires, nor did he assist her; he simply wanted her to feel pain

"Get lost." He maliciously curled the corner of his mouth. "That's enough, if you keep dragging this out, I will lose interest."

"Indeed," he chuckled lightly, "Is it because of an illness?"

He got out of bed, stood by the bedside, and began to undress without looking back. His voice was so flat it hardly seemed like he had just been with a woman. "If you want to die, go ahead, just have the Wei family send me another clean woman. Your brother's life depends entirely on the meager pleasure derived from ruining the women of the Wei family, and you have indeed disappointed me a bit. The day the Wei family girls are all dead, your brother should be buried alongside them. How interesting." At this point, he smiled again. The day the Wei family girls are all dead, your brother should be buried alongside them. How interesting." At this point, he smiled again.

Come here

The first crack appeared in the dream

He looked at her, with a smile that was neither fully a smile nor fully not a smile

On his smooth, fair back, the grotesque and terrifying scar extended from his shoulder all the way down to his hip

She stared at him blankly; his words could no longer cause her heart any more pain

He withdrew his finger, his palm covered in her blood, yet he continued to smile, wiping the scarlet that symbolized her purity onto her skirt. "You can go to bed now, you are indeed still clean"

As he was being attended to while getting dressed, he indifferently instructed, "Change the sheets as well, they are dirty."

After a long time, she finally lifted her head to look at him

He beckoned her with his finger, and she, like a puppet on strings, blissfully and blindly wandered through the ephemeral beauty of her dreams. The thread that pulled her was the love that, no matter what, had never been extinguished, her love for him

The maid stood motionless on the ground, watching her cry. Originally, she harbored such resentment towards her, but... this woman's cries seemed to be emitted with all the life she had left. It is truly uncertain what would remain after her tears have been shed

The scar left by that cut shattered her life, her dreams, her love

Unable to control herself, she suddenly burst into tears

Upon meeting her gaze, he smiled and said, "Is the performance sufficient? I consider myself quite patient. To be honest, Wei Lan, I like your style."

He chuckled a few times, "Perhaps you appreciate men who are as brutal as beasts; that way, you would appear more innocent. It is not too good for you to take the initiative first, come over..." He smiled and waved at her.

He smiled again, and she let out a cry of despair. He actually... he actually inserted another finger. Before she could stop him, his malicious fingers tore apart not only her body, but also her heart, her dignity... and her dreams!

She did not move. Although she was already nineteen years old and had a vague understanding of matters between men and women, she was still, after all, a sheltered girl confined within her home. ... She looked at him with a cold, mocking gaze ...

She wanted to marry him, to dedicate her purity to him, to celebrate their wedding night filled with joy, with him smiling gently in the warm candlelight...! What was once a certainty has now become the most distant dream!

This love seems to have become a part of her life. Perhaps he does not understand, and she herself does not understand either. This love will not disappear due to hatred, misunderstandings, or other hardships, at least it will not vanish instantly upon hearing about his experiences

He threw her onto the bed, and she showed no reaction, her eyes fixed on the ethereal ceiling above. Why, why was it the heartache that was almost unbearable for her? She pressed down hard, harder, and even harder on her heart, hoping that such heavy pressure would alleviate the pain.

He merely lifted the hem of his long robe and removed his trousers

Suddenly, she saw the scars on his back

"It is nothing more than this," he mocked with a hint of disappointment

The intense pain was accompanied by a surge of heat escaping from her body, she did not cry, nor did she shout, drowsily looking at him; compared to her heart, that place could hardly be considered painful

Her body was becoming increasingly cold, the chill causing pain in every bone and joint. He removed her clothing. She looked at him, as if she wanted to etch him into her soul, yet it was as if she saw nothing through his body.

He dressed himself and walked out as if he had heard nothing, leaving her alone to lie amidst the chaos, helplessly wailing

At the moment she fainted and then woke up in pain, she felt a warmth surge through her body, and then he decisively withdrew.

"Come here." He called out impatiently. The maid, with her swollen face, entered with her head down. He was already completely undressed. "Change my clothes for me."

She looked at him; ever since she saw him again, she had been at a loss for words to say to him

She did not respond