Chapter 439 Regret

He applied the ointment little by little to Xia Ling's injury.

The ointment was very cooling, and the burning pain in her injured area eased. Under the dim crystal light, she looked at his face quietly. There was also a bruise on the corner of his lip, and some dried blood. He looked very different from usual. The appearance of gentleness and calmness had been torn away, and he was violent. , embarrassed, and fierce.

This was the first time that Xia Ling saw him out of control like this. Even when they had a fight and he punished her from above, everything was still under control. It's not like now, no matter what, just like a young boy who has just started to fall in love, fighting for his first girlfriend.

Suddenly I felt a little lost.

"What are you looking at?" Pei Ziheng asked after applying the medicine for her.

Xia Ling looked away: "It's nothing."

He asked no more questions, laid her body down for her and covered her with the quilt: "Go to bed early."

"What about you?" Xia Ling asked, "Is your injury... okay?"

He was startled, and his expression softened: "It's okay, just a skin injury."

"Then you need to apply medicine." She only received one punch from the other party. He must have been injured more seriously after receiving so many punches.

Pei Ziheng said, "Okay." After saying that, he walked to the small table next to the bed where the ointment was placed. He first treated the wounds on the corners of his lips and cheeks, then turned his back to her, took off his suit and shirt, revealing a toned and lean body. Real muscles come.

Xia Ling turned over and didn't look at him.

She is familiar with every inch of his skin, just like she is familiar with herself. Every inch of joy and pain is so unforgettable that even if a long time passes, she cannot be indifferent and can only avoid it.

However, on the other side of the bed, there was a floor-to-ceiling glass window, and through the gauze curtain, it was he who was reflected dimly.

Xia Ling wanted to close her eyes, but she was looking at the blurry shadow on the glass window and couldn't look away.

He skillfully applied medicine to his chest, waist, and lower abdomen. There were more injuries than she thought, and the more she looked at them, the sadder she felt. Finally, after finishing applying it on the front of her body, she saw him raising his hand, as if he wanted to touch the depths of her shoulders and back, but failed to touch it after several attempts. So, he put down the medicine bottle, picked up his clothes, and prepared to put it on his body. wear.

Xia Ling finally couldn't help but turned around and sat up from the bed: "Wait a minute, you still haven't given good medicine..."

He probably didn't expect that she would turn around and her arm holding the clothes would stop in mid-air.

However, at that moment, Xia Ling paused in her words and her eyes fell firmly on a certain point on his left arm. "This is……"

He covered it with his clothes: "It's nothing."

Xia Ling climbed out of bed, took his hand, and took off his clothes. His forearm was densely covered with many wounds, as if they had been cut with a razor blade or something. The cuts were sharp and neat, old and new, layered on top of each other.

"What's this?"

He took his arm out of her hand and put on his clothes without saying a word.

"Pei Ziheng!" Xia Ling looked at him angrily, her voice trembling, "Tell me, how did you do it?!" She clearly remembered that until the last night before her death, he hugged her to sleep naked. , there are no such scars on his arms. So, after that...?

What happened after that? !

"Why do you have such wounds on your hands?" She tried her best to suppress the tremor in her voice.

After returning to him after rebirth, she had actually never taken a good look at him, so it was only now that she discovered that he actually had such horrific scars on his body. This scared her more than the countless wounds from punches and kicks, because, vaguely, she knew what it was.

I still remember the year he imprisoned her. When she couldn't stand it any longer, she tried to commit suicide and cut her wrists with sharp pieces of porcelain. It had roughly the same effect... No, it wasn't as neat and cruel as that.

On his arms was a calm madness.

Pei Ziheng still didn't answer, just turned around and said, "It's very late, go to sleep."

Xia Ling looked at his back: "Pei Ziheng, don't you want me to know anything? Whether it's Wang Jingwan, the fight with Tianyi, or the injury on your hand... Pei Ziheng, what do you think of me?" what?"

His figure stiffened slightly.

Xia Ling said: "Are you raising me just to relieve your boredom? You never care about what I think and always decide everything unilaterally. Do you know that I will also be worried!"

"I didn't raise you to relieve my boredom." He said in a low voice without looking back.

"What's that for?!" she yelled at him, "Tell me!"

He was silent for a long time. When she gradually became desperate and thought he would not answer, he finally spoke: "Xiao Ling, from the first day I brought you home, I have made up my mind not to let you suffer any harm. I feel wronged. The outside world is too complicated, and there are many things I won’t tell you, not because I don’t care about you, but because… I care about you too much.”

Xia Ling didn't expect that he would say such words. She was caught off guard and was stunned on the spot.

Yes, he had indeed taken good care of her over the years. If she hadn't disobeyed him later, she guessed, she could have lived a happy and carefree life under his wings.

But, is this love? No, at least it's not the love she wants.

"Pei Ziheng, if you care about me, tell me the truth." Xia Ling looked at his back, her voice hoarse, "Tell me, how did you get your arm, and what happened?"

He slightly raised his scarred arm and stared down.

Xia Ling urged: "Pei Ziheng!"

"At that time, you fell from the stage," he said very slowly, as if he was restraining his emotions. "Later, I always dreamed about you at night. Sometimes I thought about you too much, so I used a knife. Make a cut on your arm, watch the blood flow out, and think about how painful it will be when you fall..."

His voice changed slightly, as if he was crying, and stopped without warning.

Xia Ling stopped asking, her heart seemed to be crumpled into a ball, and she was in unbearable pain. It's really strange, he hurt her so miserably in the last life, she should be happy and reconcile her hatred, but why, she is even sadder.

The atmosphere in the room was suffocating. Xia Ling turned around, opened the door, and walked out.

On the deck, the night was already deep, stars twinkled in the black velvet night, and the salty smell of sea water carried in the wind. Xia Ling hugged her knees with her hands and sat on the edge of the deck. The waves sounded like they were drowning people.

He regretted it.

After she paid the price with her life, he finally regretted it. So, now that he had lost and found her, he treated her so carefully?

But the price is so tragic.

Xia Ling thought about the happy past that had come to naught due to the sudden marriage more than three years ago. When she first learned that Wang Jingwan was going to marry him, she was so shocked, angry and panicked, as if the sky was falling. Same as coming down...