Yan Xitong's appearance was not unexpected. When the princess who offended me just suddenly fell to the ground, I had already had a premonition that he was coming.
I just never thought that the meeting scene would be like this.
I was pressed against the wall by him again, and my back was burning with pain, but I suppressed it and didn't dare to cry out.
Yan Xitong sneered at me evilly, and put his free hand on my chest through his clothes. I was shocked, but he didn't do anything disrespectful to me, he just felt my heartbeat through his clothes.
"Have you done too much to be ashamed of yourself? Otherwise, why would your heart beat so fast?" Yan Xitong pulled his hand away from my chest, and suddenly put his monster-like face on me, and asked sinisterly.
My hair was wrapped in his hands, and I couldn't break free. My hands were scratched by the fragments of the screen. The wounds were not deep, but the blood was still flowing. It was as if there was no need for money. As Yan Xitong spoke, there was a piece of it in my palm.
Dazzling red.
I closed my eyes with difficulty. In fact, I really wanted to tell him that my heart was beating so fast not for anything else but because I was afraid that Xia Yan would come back and see him later.
But I also know that no matter what I say now, he won't believe it.
Yan Xiaoqing was imprisoned because of my joint efforts with Liu Chi. I was the one who sent his brother to the secret palace dungeon. It was I who made Yan Xiaoqing lose his freedom and suffer severe torture every day.
This is the first time that I can't fight back when hit or scolded, because I was really wrong.
I turned my head to the side, but tears fell from the corners of my eyes and wet the back of Yan Xitong's hands.
Yan Xitong hurriedly let go of me as if he had been burned by a soldering iron. I lost my support and fell softly to the ground.
Time seemed to have stopped, and I stared blankly at the broken screen in front of me.
Now my relationship with Yan Xitong is no different from this screen. If it is broken into pieces like this, even if you clean it up carefully, you will inevitably be injured by those fragments.
After a long while, I choked and spoke.
"Yan Xitong, I know you hate me, and I also hate myself. Why are you so hesitant... I suffer from the torment of conscience every day..."
"Do you still have a conscience?" Yan Xitong interrupted me lukewarmly.
Tears fell silently.
It turns out that there is really a kind of hurt in this world that makes people unable to even cry.
The pattering raindrops were beating against the eaves, and under the shadow of the lamp, Yan Xitong looked indifferently at me, who was lying on the ground in such a miserable state.
After a while, he looked away as if he was impatient: "You'd better be honest and tell me where your brother is being held, otherwise I will make your life worse than death."
Am I not already?
I wiped away the tears with the back of my hand, straightened my wrinkled clothes, and got up from the ground with difficulty.
"I can tell you, but you must first tell me where my father is." I mustered up the courage to say to him.
Yan Xitong came over with a cold glance, and raised the corners of his mouth with a sarcastic sneer: "Are you still qualified to negotiate terms with me now?"
I'm not qualified, but I have chips.
Now that things have reached this point, I don’t ask for forgiveness, I just ask that I owe nothing to anyone.
Facing Yan Xitong's frosty eyes, I raised my chin: "If you don't tell me, I won't tell you either."
The sound of clenching palms could be heard in the air, and Yan Xitong laughed angrily: "Do you think I am your elder brother?"
Yan Xitong once told me when he was in Xia Kingdom that he was different from Yan Xiaoqing and Xia Yan.
I bit my lip and said, "Do you want to do it or not?"
