章節 147: He Fell Sick

She had thought that if she admitted her mistake and was forthright in reflecting on herself, Ye Ling would let her go eventually. Who would have known that Ye Ling was even more hot-headed and fierce. His amber eyes showed a tinge of a thunderstorm which could make her drown anytime.

Shen Qianshu was inexplicably scared. She was practically glancing out of the window subconsciously.

It was a dark night.

Her slight little movement was completely subconsciously made, but it was the most truthful.

It was like a knife that stabbed Ye Ling's heart ruthlessly, and someone was holding onto the handle of the knife and turning it ruthlessly. The sharp blade of the knife had wrung his heart until it became fragmented.

Ye Ling stood up suddenly. The hurricane in his eyes set off a rush of darkness.

A rush of darkness that was destructive.

She had treated him as the demon from the dark night.