C63 No One's Life Belongs to Anyone

He put her on the chair, bent over her, and reached out to wipe the tears from her eyes. "Now, stop crying!"

As soon as his fingers touched her, Ling Muxue's body suddenly stiffened and she moved back a little unnaturally. Xiao Qinghan's fingers were in a deadlock and his eyebrows tightened. She hated him touching her so much!

However, Xiao Qinghan forcefully wiped Ling Muxue's tears and said overbearingly, "If I see you crying again in the future, I won't let you off!"

Ling Muxue's gaze fell on him, but it did not seem to be on him. She did not say a word and her expression was exhausted, as if she was extremely tired.

"I'm done enjoying the scenery. Go back and rest!" He turned around and was about to push her wheelchair when Ling Muxue suddenly stopped him.

Feeling the warmth coming from the back of his hand, he lowered his eyes and looked down as his slender fingers slowly moved away.

Xiao Qinghan did not say anything. He stood straight beside her with his hands in his pockets. He looked ahead and saw that the chrysanthemums had bloomed on the grass, and the yellow and green leaves were fluttering in the wind. Everything was so peaceful and quiet.

It was a long time since they had been so quiet and peaceful together. It was as if there was really nothing between them but quarrels.

Looking at the beautiful scenery quietly, Xiao Qinghan found that his heart was much more at ease. He had never felt that this natural scenery was so beautiful and sunny, because in his world, there was no light except for blood and darkness, and even the eyes that looked at the world were full of blood and darkness.

But now he felt so calm. He looked sideways at the woman in the wheelchair, and the breeze lifted her hair from her ears, revealing her delicate and perfect profile. The sun was shining in her eyes, a thousand colors.

Perhaps only if she was beside him, would he feel that the world had color.

He had imprisoned her beside him, not him, but her, and the invisible cage in the world made life worse than death than the tangible cage, but for the sake of his obsession, he had imprisoned himself in this cage that hurt him so much that he did not want to live.

When the afterglow of the setting sun scattered all over the earth, Xiao Qinghan brought Ling Muxue back to the ward. On the way, Xiao Qinghan carried her all the way, but Ling Muxue did not struggle and allowed him to hug her.

Placing her on the bed, the doctor quickly examined her body and said that she was all right, that she only needed a good rest, that she would soon be discharged from the hospital.

The nurse wanted to change the bandages on Ling Muxue, but he shooed her away. He took the bandages and changed it for her.

Let her rest in the most comfortable position on the bed, and carefully remove the bandage, which is still a little swollen from the time when she cut her arm and soaked it for a while in the sea.

And the shocking deep blood marks pierced into his eyes. It could be imagined how hard she had cut his arm with the glass.

In order to keep her mind clear, she actually hurt him in this way. At that time, her eyes were filled with despair and emptiness. Now when he thought about it, it was as if a sword had stabbed into his heart.

Slowly, he removed the bandage and gently wiped the medicine on her arm. When the wound touched the medicine, Ling Muxue subconsciously retracted her hand in pain. Xiao Qinghan grabbed her palm and comforted her, "Be good and don't move. Just bear with it."

He didn't even know how indulgent the voice he was speaking was. His eyes were lowered and he wiped them carefully.

Ling Muxue did not look at him at first, but when she heard his words, she turned her head abruptly and looked at him. Her long eyelashes left a shadow in his eyes and the serious expression on his handsome and evil face made her feel a little dazed.

Suddenly, Xiao Qinghan's hand stopped moving and his gaze fell on a moderate cut between the two wounds on her arm. Judging from the clarity of the wound, it should have been cut not too long ago.

Xiao Qinghan's eyes suddenly became fierce. He looked up at Ling Muxue and happened to meet her eyes as he asked in a ruthless voice, "When did you cut this wound?"

Ling Muxue turned her head to the side and did not say a word.

Xiao Qinghan suddenly stood up and forced her to look at him. "I'm asking you, when did this wound come over?"

...""

"Say something?"

...""

"You're thinking of killing yourself now, aren't you? I've warned you many times that your life is mine, and don't think that nothing will happen to you now that you're dead. Even if you die, you'll die by my hands! In my arms!" He roared, his eyes bloodshot.

..."" Ling Muxue looked at him.

"Speak!" Flames erupted in his black eyes as if he wanted to burn her up.

After a long while, Ling Muxue's calm face finally showed a little emotion. The corner of her pale mouth raised into an evil smile. "Who has a life that belongs to whom?" Her voice was as light as a autumn orchid. Her voice was so pleasant to the ears, but it carried with it a sad chill. It made people feel a little sad when they heard it.

"Isn't three years of torture enough?"

...""

His eyes were emitting a bloodthirsty light, "Not enough! Even if you use your entire lifetime, it won't be enough. It won't be enough even if you use it for the rest of your life." It was not enough at all. As long as she still loved Gu Shaochen, she would never be able to pay him back. It would never be enough.

He was going to change her bandages himself and take care of her, but Ling Muxue's words made all his anger explode. He really didn't know what he would do to her if he stayed any longer.

He slammed the door and left the room. In the end, the nurse came in with fear in her heart and carefully put on the bandages for her.

He couldn't understand why all the women wanted to curry favor with such a perfect man like Young Master Xiao, but this woman in front of him had made him so angry that he didn't even have the slightest bit of regret or fear.

After changing the bandage, Ling Muxue really had no appetite. She had not fully recovered, and her body was very weak. She lay on the bed and quickly fell asleep.

In the dim room, a handsome man sat on a sofa, like a fallen lion, sighing helplessly. He had not turned on the light and was wrapped in darkness, his feet covered with cigarette butts, and he was still smoking a cigar between his fingers, and the light of the fire made his handsome, wicked face look so bleak.

Suddenly a dark figure appeared out of nowhere and disappeared into the darkness like a ghost, emitting a terrible bloodthirsty aura as it stood respectfully in front of him. "Young master! The Japanese side has already been dealt with."

The expression of the man on the sofa did not change. He took a deep breath and threw the cigarette butt on the ground, extinguishing the flame with his feet.

He said coldly, "Let's go back!"

The man lowered his head, "When will the Young Master - "Before he could finish speaking, he raised his eyes and met with a pair of eyes that were filled with bloodthirstiness.

"Yes! Your subordinate has spoken too much."