Much later, Qin Youxue recalled the events of this day. She kept wondering: if, when the Butler warned her to be cautious, she had mustered the courage to leave, would everything have turned out differently?
But there was no "if."
Her life was, from that moment on, irrevocably destroyed by this man's own hands.
Shattered into pieces.
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The man released her wrist. Qin Youxue collapsed to the floor, kneeling weakly. The sheer terror overwhelmed her, tears streaming down her face as she gasped helplessly. The tears slid silently down her cheeks and dripped onto the floor.
"I've always wanted to give you a chance."
Mo Hexuan took a step back, leaning against the wall at an angle. His voice was calm, carefully thought through, "But you always disappoint me."
"... I…" Qin Youxue opened her mouth, "I don't understand…"
"I like you." He said flatly, "Don't you know that?"
