She endured in silence those years, and what he gave her, aside from hurt, was nothing more.
"Don't push me away..." she pleaded with him in a low voice once again.
Jie Zhonglin hugged her back with a reversed hand, preventing her from falling due to weakness.
He leaned close to her ear, his voice hoarse, "I've treated you so badly, and you hate me so much. When you wake up, I'm afraid you'll hate me even more."
The woman in his arms didn't respond, perhaps she couldn't even hear what he was saying; she only knew her body felt desperately empty and needed him.
After a while, he felt her bite hard onto his chest.
Jie Zhonglin groaned softly as his chest became warm and wet—he touched it and found his hand covered in blood.
She was still biting down hard, without letting go, making muffled noises with her mouth, seemingly crying.
