"Xiaxia, I'm very sympathetic and sad about what happened to you, but this isn't an excuse for you to attack me and hurt me. I'm your friend, and I didn't do anything to let you down." Ling Sheng grabbed her wrist and looked at her seriously, enduring the pain that came from the depths of her soul. "Do you think the people who wanted to find me to do this to me don't know me? Ask yourself honestly, were they really blind? Would they confuse our appearance? I know you don't want to see me. Don't worry, I'll get out of your sight."
She knew.
Ling Sheng used to suffer from insomnia for entire nights whenever there was a thunderstorm. When she closed her eyes, a nightmarish darkness would take over and evil hands would appear before her eyes.
Xiaxia's eyes widened as she pushed her hand away forcefully. She buried her face in the pillow and sobbed softly, her voice full of suppressed, suffocating despair.