Bab 73: Arc 2

The house was silent except for Xi Ming's heavy breathing. Streaks of blood could be seen on his face, his clothes, and the walls. In his hand was a beautiful necklace and the knife he had used to fulfill one of his deepest and darkest desires.

He was finally free, finally free from Qing Yu, his beatings, his insults. He no longer had to act like a slave.

He... He finally did it.

A tear fell down Xi Ming's cheek. He really was now free. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

He cupped his eyes with his palms, tears filling them. Seventeen years of his life he had lived in fear, in pain, and anguish.

Ye Jin looked at his crying figure, her gaze softening. She walked over and gently patted his head.

Xi Ming removed his palms from his face and looked up, his red, swollen eyes locking with hers.

"Do you... Do you find me pitiful?" he asked, his voice breaking, his face surprisingly cold.