Kill Me, Heal Me

She was optimistic.

Ryan Du would pile herbs secretly gathered in the middle of the night, put it in the pot and mashed it with a stone. He’d carefully apply it on her scar. The cold mashed herbs would touch her skin and her scar would sting before soothing.

“I’m sorry. Did you hit you too hard?” every time he beat her, he would always feel guilty.

“It’s nothing.” She didn’t hurt that much, only the scar looked terrible. She was pretty much like a thunderous rain. At first, his beating was painful for her. It would hurt her so much that she would curl into the ball and writhed at night. Later, Ryan Du learned how to beat people without causing them pain or danger to their lives.

He was considerate.

It was a pit that he was always so clever. He spared her from being targeted by her bullied. He saved her a lot of suffering and humiliation.

Even so, five years were extremely bitter for her.

She thought more than a hundred times that torture of life was better than death. She slowly nibbled away from her will until she became numb and at that time, death would be a certainty.

“The diamond is covered with dust, but the dust can’t hide its glow.” He said weakly, but articulately, “Look, you’re dirty again. Wipe your tears or it will stain you forever. I heard that a diamond will keep its glow even if it’s covered in dust, but I have never heard that it will glow after being soaked in water. Most probably, it will melt in the water—”

He had no strength to continue talking. He had only a pair of eyes that were unblinkingly stared at her. Deep in his eyes was a weak light.

covered with dust, but the glow was not.

He had always hoped that she could wipe the dust and shine again.

Ye could only see the light getting weaker and smaller.

“Ryan!”

pupils sank and she gasped for air. Her face was colorless. Her back was covered with sweat, but

her eyes were dry. She looked around the room and found

The day had changed.

was used to waking up at dawn due to nightmares. She would spent ten minutes recalling her dream. At least, she was still alive, though survival made her nothing but miserable.

dressed in all black matching his gloomy face. He sipped his lips and came in to check on her. He stayed in the room for less than a minute. After seeing her gaunt and sickly

and opened at night. That way, she didn’t attract much attention except for

stood with her head hung low until someone knocked at the door. Then, a beautiful figure came in the room. Her

morning, Mr. Mo.” her casual bearing turned serious, but elegant. Her

on sofa and his left one skillfully lighted the cigarette. He smoked it good and breathed the smoke. He looked casual, but domineering woman Echo Xu dared not acting

Belle Ye. She bowed 90 degrees sharp to

When she bowed, her cleavage

raised his chin to where Belle Ye was standing, “this woman will stay here with you. If you need anything, you can ask her to do it. She is at kneeling down

looked up at him and her shoulders started to tremble violently. She

wouldn’t the cut the public relation department, but it was not impossible for her to deal with those customers

of the rich was beyond imagination. Some of them loved debauchery, some other loved excitement. Mr. Qiu’s case was special. He didn’t like pretty girls. He preferred the ugly ones to take home. When the call girls were sent back the