"You never gave me a chance,"
tears blurring her vision, Liang Weining stared at the man as she stuttered her accusation, "You'd never guide me properly, only know to use violence. You might as well not treat me as a human being. Treat me as your venting tool. Tools don't have feelings; they can be manipulated and trampled upon at your will."
Words that stab at the heart.
Chen Jingyuan's face turned icy, his lips slowly parted, "When did I ever use violence on you?"
"Last night."
Until now, she dared not change clothes or look in the mirror.
Her body was covered in marks.
Mentioning last night, it was evident that the man's aura suddenly retracted.
His arms tightened around her waist, Chen Jingyuan pulled her closer and reached to lift her skirt to check, his voice deep and hoarse, "Where are you hurt?"
In those three words, a thick sense of self-reproach could be discerned.
It was unexpectedly comforting.
Liang Weining mumbled, "You hurt my heart."
"..."
