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.

The diamond was covered with dust, but the

always hoped that she could wipe the

the end, Belle Ye could only see the

“Ryan!”

She woke up and sat straight up in the bed. Her pupils sank and she gasped for air. Her face was colorless. Her back

were dry. She looked

The day had changed.

up at dawn due to nightmares. She would spent ten minutes recalling her dream. At least, she

in to check on her. He stayed in the room

the club was closed during the day and opened at night. That way, she didn’t attract much attention except for the doorman who

of the offices. After entering the office, he asked Barry Mo to fetch someone for him. Belle Ye stood with her head hung low until someone knocked at

casual bearing turned serious, but elegant. Her voice was

Ethan He leaned against the long sofa. He crossed his legs gracefully. His right hand was resting on sofa and his left one skillfully lighted the cigarette. He smoked it good and breathed the smoke. He looked casual, but

eye on Belle Ye. She bowed 90 degrees sharp to Ethan Mo and asked, “Mr.

her cleavage

woman will stay here with you. If you need anything, you can ask her to do it. She is at kneeling down and

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

Belle Ye was to serve Mr. Qiu. With Belle Ye’s appearance, she wouldn’t the cut the public relation department, but it was not impossible for

world 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 next day, they were obviously tortured. They were one breath away from death. He didn’t care about any lawsuit.