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.

with dust, but

had always hoped that she could wipe the dust and shine

could only see the light getting weaker and smaller.

“Ryan!”

and she gasped for air. Her face was colorless. Her back was covered

looked around the room and found the soft light was shining outside the

The day

Belle Ye was used to waking up at dawn due to nightmares. She would spent ten minutes recalling her dream. At least,

7 o’clock, Ethan Mo appeared. He was dressed in all black matching his gloomy face. He sipped his lips and came in to

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

someone for him. Belle Ye stood with her head hung low until someone knocked at the door. Then, a beautiful

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

the cigarette. He smoked it good and breathed the smoke. He looked casual, but domineering woman

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

bowed, her cleavage 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 and begging for mercy. She will handle difficult guests of the club. Our customer Mr. Qiu for

and her shoulders started to tremble violently. She couldn’t

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

home. When the call girls were sent back the next day, they were obviously tortured. They were one breath