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.

dust, but

she could wipe the

the end, Belle Ye could only see the light getting weaker and smaller.

“Ryan!”

the bed. Her pupils sank and she gasped for air. Her face was colorless. Her back was covered with sweat, but her face was not.

her eyes were dry. She looked around

The day

at dawn due to nightmares. She would spent ten minutes recalling her dream. At least, she was still alive, though

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

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

Belle Ye stood with her head hung low until someone knocked at

“Good morning, Mr. Mo.” her casual bearing turned serious, but

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,

sharp to Ethan Mo and asked, “Mr. Mo, is there anything I

bowed, her cleavage was

you. If you need anything, you can ask her to do it. She is at kneeling down and begging for mercy. She will handle difficult guests of

him and her shoulders started to tremble violently. She couldn’t believe he did

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

like pretty girls. He preferred the ugly ones to take home. When the call girls were