Atlas Studios

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  Xia Ruoxin felt a gust of cold air blew past her face like a knife had carved forcibly over it.

  She looked up at the silhouette who was blocking all the light in the room. She stared at him, unblinking.

  She knew it was him because she could recognize his breathing. She could feel it from afar. There was no need for her to look.

  It was colder compared to how it was before.

  Deeper compared to how it was before.

  Crueler compared to how it was before.

  “Are you disappointed that Manni was not dead? Are you disappointed that she is still alive?” The man’s cold voice rang. Xia Ruoxin merely lowered her sparse eyelashes.

  She wasn’t disappointed as she did not want Li Manni to die. Would he listen? Was he willing to listen? Even willing to listen?

  She should have thought of it sooner. How could he believe her? Thus, there was no need for her to say or do anything. In his eyes, it would all seem like she was defending herself.

  Chu Lui came closer to Xia Ruoxin step by step while she clutched onto her sketchbook tightly towards her chest. He stopped and watched her condescendingly. His emotionless eyes captured the pale and petite woman.

  Apparently, he could have crushed her everything with his little finger.

  As well as her body, heart, and soul.

  He squinted his dark eyes and pried that sketchbook forcibly out of her arms. She seemed to treasure this. The more precious it was to her, the more he wanted to destroy without a back glance.

  Sss……

  The sound tore at Xia Ruoxin’s heart. With her trembling hands and the pale lips, she had wanted to say something—to stop him. In the end, she maintained her posture, foolish and silly.

  Page after page, her sketchbook became tiny pieces right before her eyes, falling from his hands.

  Her lips quivered as she stared absentminded at the tiny, white pieces on the floor. It resembled snow, white yet cold.

  Did he know? He may have torn the paper, but she was the one in pieces. This might have been what he wanted.

  Her body was lifted. She stared at Chu Lui’s gloomy dark eyes numbly. Through his eyes, she saw extreme loathing.

  He hated her.

  No one had ever loved her. Though he had treated her well in the past, it was all a pretense. She loved him wholeheartedly, but he had faked his love.

  “Do you know? You broke my Manni’s hand. You owed us both. How can I not repay you? Xia Ruoxin, you have forgotten that I will seek revenge for the slightest grievance. I thought you understood. From the looks of it, you still have some learning to do.” He told her coldly as he slammed her body hard onto the bed.

  Xia Ruoxin reached out and placed her hand on her stomach. She broke into a cold sweat from the pain. His strong hatred caused her to become speechless.

  No more, no more. She would not say one more word. She smiled bitterly. Anything she says was redundant.

  Chu Lui pulled one of Xia Ruoxin’s slender arms. It was very thin; he could crush it easily. He sneered as he pinned her left hand on the wall while Xia Ruoxin stared at him with her wide eyes. That depressing look had Chu Lui feel as if something had clawed at his heart. Only now, he was blinded in the eyes and his heart by hatred. This was why he threw all caution into the wind and did something irreversible.