Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Sorry, Xia Ruoxin. Please take it that I owe you.

She was selfish to want the man completely to herself. That was why she had to be sorry towards another woman. Since she had apologized, it did not matter how much she was sorry for.

“Lui, I’m scared. I never thought that she is such a terrifying person.” Li Manni shut her eyes tightly and forced tears to appear at the corners of her eyes. She was really crying, not faking it, because her body was in a lot of pain.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m here.” Chu Lui wiped her tears gently and kissed her forehead, preciously and carefully. He swore on his name that he would not let that vicious woman off; he would make her lose everything and have a fate worse than death.

“Rest well. Your parents are outside.” Li Manni turned ashen as soon as she heard this. What to do? What should she do? They knew the truth. What would they think of her? How would they speak of her? All the education and homeschooling she had received since young had taught her what she should be expecting.

Chu Lui’s heart ached for her as he continued to comfort her.

“I’m leaving, but I’ll be back to visit you soon. You can rest assured that I won’t be away for long.”

Li Manni watched Chu Lui’s silhouette dazedly as he walked out. A look of fear flashed in her eyes. Would her father and her mother forgive her?

Li Manni’s parents entered after Chu Lui left.

“Look at you, messing around with the wrong person. Why must you fall for him? He is a married man with a wife. How do you want others to look at you now?” Mr. Li tried his best to suppress his emotions. All these years of education that they’ve provided for her had been a waste. Where was her moral?

Mrs. Li tugged at Mr. Li’s hand frequently. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. “Stop talking. Can’t you see our daughter’s condition? So what if he is married? He can always get a divorce.”

Mr. Li looked at his wife and then at his daughter who was laying on the bed, half-dead. He sighed deeply. What else could he do with things as it was?

That Chu Lui. He must take responsibility for this; otherwise, how would his daughter face the others in the future? The Li family might not be as influential as the Chu family, but they were still well-respected. When word of this got out, how should he conduct himself when he’s outside?

Li Manni woke up to a quiet ward. She looked at her wrist as her thoughts wandered, not knowing whether if it’s a good thing or bad.

At the same time in the empty Chu villa, it felt dull without the master of the household; neither were there signs of its occupants. The dark painting in the room wall presented a desolate view.

Cold and hollow.

Xia Ruoxin held her sketchbook and kept drawing ceaselessly, one page after another. Every page had the same expression: cruelness and blame. His lust for blood was only applicable to one woman. Her name was Xia Ruoxin.

She rested her hand on her stomach. The pain was still there, burst and burst of tugging pain. Maybe it was that time of the month. She had not realized that her period was actually two months late.

The room door was shoved open.