White Robe - Chapter 68
I pressed my hands tightly against my head, my fingers digging into my hair, and a painful whimper, like that of a wild beast, escaped my throat.
I tasted something salty in my mouth—it was blood! My own blood!
I couldn't shed a single tear.
Clothes stained with grass and mud, a tattered skirt, hair disheveled, a horribly pale face, a hoarse throat...
In the past, I would never have allowed myself to be in such a sorry state.
But now, my heart is filled with nothing but grief, indignation, and an uncontrollable hatred!
If I had waited another quarter of an hour, I probably would have killed him!
I killed the man I once loved so deeply.
It turns out that the line between love and hate is so thin.
It turns out that the hatred born from love is a thousand times, ten thousand times heavier than love!
rustling... rustling...
It's footsteps!
The sound of footsteps on the grass.
My hand instinctively reached into my sleeve and grasped the cold Ju Xue.
But only for a moment, I gently released my hand—
Whether they are enemies or friends, it's none of my business anymore...
A familiar, sweet fragrance wafted into my nostrils, slowly enveloping my weary body. My consciousness gradually faded with the arrival of this sweet scent. The last word flashed through my mind:
“Sinking Dream…”
Is it painful?
Are you in pain right now?
Seeing the man you love treat you like this, you must feel like you're living a life worse than death.
You must want to kill him and make him disappear from your sight forever.
All the awful men in the world cause women pain in this way...
This is my revenge...
Did you sleep well? ...
My mind was a blur, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over me, pulling me out of a blank state that had lasted for an unknown amount of time. "Cough cough cough—" I slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, slowly opened my eyes that I didn't know how long they had been closed, and whispered, "Lan Ye..."
Then a familiar, sweet laugh rang out: "I didn't expect you to recognize me even when you were unconscious."
I felt as if my head weighed a ton, and my body was almost completely immobile. I gently moved my fingers and looked around, only to find myself in an open space in a courtyard, leaning limply against a carved wooden chair. And before me stood the bewitching enchantress.
Snow-white skin, bright red dress, and long, jet-black hair.
After not seeing her for several days, she seemed even more beautiful and radiant than when I first met her, exuding an irresistible allure and attraction!
Except for that thin scar on the left side of my face.
I slowly raised my eyes and said softly, "I didn't expect that you could come and go from the Prince's mansion so freely."
Lan Ye's ever-changing eyes fixed on me, then she suddenly burst into laughter. She laughed so hard she almost fell over, her hair flying wildly like writhing venomous snakes. Her fingers twitched and curled incessantly, the cinnabar on her nails reflecting a blinding red light in the sunlight. Even in July, the sound of her laughter sent chills down my spine—
Triumph, excitement, pleasure, revenge, resentment...
There was such intense resentment in that woman's laughter!
Lan Ye finally stopped laughing, her figure swaying as she stood before me, gritting her teeth as she said, "Even if you hide at the ends of the earth, I will bring you out—" Lan Ye narrowed her eyes, her right hand's flawless white fingers gently stroking her face, softly saying, "Do you know how painful your sword strike was? Do you know how much your sword strike destroyed my unparalleled beauty? Do you know—" Lan Ye suddenly reached out, her five long fingernails touching my face, her voice filled with venom: "I, Lan Ye, swear that I will make you taste the most vicious and painful methods in the world!"
I remained expressionless and said calmly, "If you want revenge for the slash on your cheek, why haven't you made a move yet?"
Lan Ye paused for a moment upon hearing this, then slowly released her grip, a smug smile appearing on her lips. She patted my face a few times and said gently, "So, the renowned White-Robed Prime Minister has finally fallen in love with a man, hasn't he?"
"You've finally fallen in love with that despicable killer, haven't you?"
"But in the end, he abandoned you, didn't he?"
Lan Ye laughed loudly, her laughter piercingly harsh, yet her voice, filled with malice and curses, pierced through the laughter, each word striking my ears:
"You finally fell in love with him, the man who was destined to be lonely and miserable all his life, and who would also bring loneliness and misery to others!"
"shut up!"
I shouted with all my might, but as I tried to stand up, my legs gave way, and I fell heavily back onto the wooden chair. I yelled angrily, "You—"
Lan Ye giggled, her laughter filled with an indescribable sweetness and allure: "You should be thanking me. If you had inhaled just a little more of this 'Dark Dream,' you might not have seen the sun today—" Lan Ye intertwined her fingers, slowly saying, "Just now I was thinking about how I could personally rip your flesh off piece by piece to quell my anger—but now, I've changed my mind..." Lan Ye suddenly smiled, the malice vanishing, replaced by unusual smugness and excitement:
"I will make you taste the true pain of humanity!"
Is it painful?
Are you lonely?
What could be more painful than losing a loved one?
What could be lonelier than a couple who are complete strangers?