Chapter 151: Both Sides Suffer Losses, Don’t You Care?

Shen Qianshu's words were like spitting out the sour water that had been hidden in her heart for seven years. She was on the edge of the cliff, but she was not afraid of anything. She said everything she wanted to say in one go.

Even if she died, she would still close her eyes.

He and she are like two parallel lines that should not intersect in this life.

Ye Ling looked at her deeply, not as furious or obsessed as Shen Qianshu expected. His scarlet eyes seemed like someone had poured cold water on them, and the mania slowly faded away, and the blood became ice-cold.

For the first time, he looked directly at Shen Qianshu's hatred.

This was also the first time I heard Shen Qianshu mention the lost child.

She never mentioned it.

Like...this is her business and has nothing to do with him.

She smiled away the pain and tears of the past seven years, as if she was born with iron skin and iron bones, which could not be broken or hurt when she fell. Those despair and tears were sealed in her memory and refused to share them with anyone.

The innocent, cute, flexible little girl inevitably grew into a strong, independent, and well-rounded person.

"Shen Qianshu, in the past seven years, have you been the only one who's life has been worse than death?"

At least you have children's drawings.

but me.

Nothing at all!

Silence, like a chasm, lies in the middle.

She and him stood at opposite ends of the world, separated by a long stream of grief.

He knew that she must be afraid.

Escaped without a trace.

It's not that he doesn't want to take care of it, he just can't do anything about it.

She didn't know how many times he passed by the abyss of death.

She didn't know how many times he had survived despair by imagining the little princess.

She didn't know that many of his injuries were self-inflicted.

She didn't know that he had cut her artery and almost drained her blood.

She didn't know how much he wanted to stand in front of her in good health and hear her call him sir again.

But……

He can't do it.

He tried hard for seven years and found, to his despair, that he couldn't do it.

He never lost in a fight with the sky.

But lost to another self.

Shen Qianshu, I can’t do it, do you understand?

"Ye Ling, your illness is getting worse and worse." Shen Qianshu wiped away his tears, "Once you become obsessed, you will disown your family. Ask me if I am afraid of you."

"I'm afraid." Shen Qianshu looked at him sadly, "You can't control your inner demons, but you ask me if I'm afraid. I'm afraid that one day I die and Tong Hua becomes an orphan again. So, I won't anger you. You, Xini and I hope you will give up and stop looking for any little princess in me, but you insist on forcing me to tear open this scar, how cruel are you."

Ye Ling, "Luther said, you gave birth to a daughter, so for the past seven years, I have always thought she was a little princess. I have never denied the existence of the child, and I will never forget it."

Shen Qianshu sneered, you are clearly thinking about the little princess.

This explanation sounded feeble to her.

Ye Ling didn't want to say much.

"Shen Qianshu, what do you want?" Ye Ling looked at her with a sneer, "We will never meet again in life and death. I tell you, it's impossible. You should give up this idea as soon as possible."

Shen Qianshu remained silent and did not refute.

Because this was her thought when Ye Ling appeared in front of her again seven years later.

Shen Qianshu touched her lower back, held the piece of glass, and pulled it out suddenly. There was blood in her hand. Such an action was similar to self-mutilation. She didn't even frown. Shen Qianshu's hand was dripping with blood, and she was holding her little finger. The long glass shard held Ye Ling's wrist with the other hand. The back of his hand was also dripping with blood. Ye Ling shrank his eyes and stared at her hand.