Atlas Studios

  Atlas Studios

  Suddenly realizing her perilous situation, she glanced behind her to check. What she saw was a bottomless pit below the cliff and heard was the cracking sound of the teetering guardrail she was slightly leaning her weight on. Her heart jumped instantly.

  She had acrophobia to begin with, so her legs quickly went soft from fear.

  The man fixed his eyes on her, afraid that any wrong move from her would result into her falling off the cliff with the dislodged railing.

  His heart went cold the moment he thought of that possibility.

  He was confident of his driving skills, so the car’s speed earlier as it raced up this hilly road did not faze him.

  In contrast, right now, there was only panic in his mind.

  Chill coursed through his spine. This panic was something he had never felt before.

  He watched her nervously and reached out his hand to her. “Come over! Don’t back off anymore!”


  If she fell over, she would surely be smashed!

  She retorted quickly, “Don’t you come over! Unless you calm down, I won’t go over!”


  Eyeing her chillingly, he demanded, “Stupid woman, are you threatening me?!”


  “I’m not threatening you! You just look at yourself now; I’m afraid I’ll be squashed by you first before I fall off the cliff!”


  He angrily mumbled through clenched teeth, “If I could, I’d wish to squash you now!”


  Shaking, she sneered. “I’d rather jump off this cliff than be squashed by you!”


  “How dare you?!” he howled furiously.

  She gnashed her teeth and replied, “Just you watch!”


  His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white with cracking sounds. He struggled to keep himself under control for a while, and when he finally succeeded with much difficulty, he said, “All right! I’m calm now.”


  He did that despite knowing full well that she was threatening him.

  She watched the flaring flame finally recede from his eyes. Biting her lower lip, she forced herself to calm down as well before she negotiated with him peacefully. “Mu Yazhe, you must agree to my one condition.”


  “What condition?” he asked. His eyes never left her legs or even their slightest action.

  He mentally calculated the distance between the two of them in case of her falling off the cliff.

  “Let’s stop seeing each other.” She clenched teeth as she fought the pain and misery welling up inside her. “Let me go, will you?”


  “Let you go?” He stifled a breath as his eyes grew sullen. “What do you mean?”


  “Return my freedom to me, and I’ll do the same for you. We don’t interfere in each other’s life; isn’t that better?” She laughed bitterly. “This is my condition: let me go.”


  His possessive, tyrannical, and controlling behavior were overwhelming and suffocating for her; furthermore, he could not give her a sense of security.

  Perhaps, a relationship was burdensome to begin with. It was something she did not want to bear anymore.

  He fixed his eyes on her and asked, “What’s the reason?”


  “No reason; I simply hate you!” Looking calm, she said, “I hate your arrogance, your dominance, your despotism, and your self-assertion even more! I haven’t had a peace of mind since I’ve met you. Isn’t all that enough reason?”


  He only continued to stare at her with tumultuous yet pensive eyes.

  He then spouted two words forcefully. “I agree.”


  His reply was so calm that it stabbed through her heart, but she felt a sense of relief when she realized that she would get peace of mind once more.