"Ji Xubai, how could you do that to me... I hate you, I hate you so much!"
Wen Zhigu lost all her sense. She was in so much pain, and the past scenes were clearly replayed in her mind. She never thought that one day she would uncover this scar by herself, no, tear it open.
The more she cried, the more pain she felt. She bit his shoulder to draw blood, and her salty tears seeped onto his wound. She smelled the smell of blood, and seemed to remember that she had also been in a pool of blood, and she felt so lustful. Can't wake up.
Wen Zhiyu cried so much that he almost died. She was still beating him hard, her voice was hoarse and choked: "You never asked me... not a word... I was only sixteen years old at that time... why do you do that? ... Why do you treat me like that... Ling Xue is innocent, but as for me, why should I be tortured by you... "
"Why don't you just... kill me? Why are you torturing me!"
"I was wrong, I shouldn't have liked you..."
"It was wrong for a student to fall in love with his tutor from the beginning..."
Wen Zhigu cried and laughed at the same time, "Do you know that in all these years, I have never dared to tell you, Ji Xubai, how afraid I was that you would use my initial love to insult me... You have no intention ! You have no heart from the beginning to the end!"
Ji Xubai was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. Wen Zhigu hit him hard every time, and Ji Xubai's back was the most seriously injured. His wound had opened again and blood was oozing out. The open wound seeps down...
But he felt no pain at all, nor could he feel how painful the wound was.
The only clear pain came from his heart.
It was like being strangled and tossed over and over.
It was so bloody that I couldn't see clearly what it looked like.
He had never dared to think about it, and he had never imagined that Wen Zhigu would suddenly vent his pain to him after suppressing it for so many years.
Every word, every word, was like a knife stabbing into the most painful part of his heart.
The evil fruits sown in the past are finally being felt today.
Regardless of her beating, he still held her tightly and choked with sobs in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, I know, I'm sorry..."
He closed his eyes tightly, and tears flowed down bit by bit, dripping into her hair.
And Wen Zhigu couldn't listen to his confession rationally at all. She cried hard and could hardly breathe. Her lips had been bitten to pieces. She cried bitterly and murmured in despair: "You don't believe me... You don't Believe... You have never believed in Wen Zhigu... If you had believed in me even a little bit, you wouldn't have treated me like that... "
She heard Ji Xubai say over and over again: "I was wrong. I know it. I know it was wrong."
Wen Zhigu's tears rolled down his cheeks again.
She pinched his back, pressed her nails hard against him, and screamed at the top of her lungs: "Asshole... Ji Xubai, you bastard..."
She lay on his shoulder and cried.
Because it has been suppressed for too long, when it is vented, the whole person cannot bear it.
Those pains cannot be forgotten once they have been experienced.
Precisely because those memories cannot be erased, it hurts, and it hurts when you think about them.
What's more, at this moment, she clearly vented her pain repeatedly to let him know. She wanted him to know the pain he had caused.