Just when she really felt like she was going to die, the muscles in her shoulders suddenly ached like a bone to the bone, and she looked at his face, at the slightest bloodstain on his teeth, and the pain in her shoulder seemed to be even worse.

"If I were that person, would you be my woman willingly?"

She didn't understand why he asked her that, she didn't have time to think about it, but he was tired of waiting, he pinched her cheek and exclaimed, "Answer me! ”

She didn't know how she was going to answer, she really couldn't imagine that the person in front of her was Yulang!

His lips pressed back to hers, and she panicked, "No! It's not ......"

His hand slid up her chin, and he gently stroked her face, the corners of his mouth unconsciously rising, but in an instant, the expression on his face became cold again, and his gaze became like a cold sharp knife, which hung over her eyes and also on her heart.

"Do you only have that hateful Japanese in your heart!?"

Yu Lin gritted her teeth and said categorically: "Yes, I only love Akihito Sato in this life!" ”

"But you have to be my woman!"

"It is true that I have married you as a concubine, but it is definitely not of my own volition! I was grateful to you at the beginning, but since it was not your intention to marry me, why did you torture me so much? You threw me in a side courtyard, ignored me all my life, and left me to fend for myself, can't you? Her tears were running down the corners of her eyes, down to the tips of his thumbs, and then down her thumbs into his cuffs, soaking his uniform.

Her body was cold and painful, she couldn't help but shiver, he picked her up again, slowly put her on the bed, and put two large, thick quilts on top of her. He stood in front of the window again, outside the window, the wind and rain were tight, and the wind and rain that did not stop for a moment seemed to be willing to knock down all the laurels in the courtyard, and his heart was entwined with a mess that could not be shaken off, he had never felt as lost as now, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath over and over again.

When she woke up in the middle of the night, he was still standing in front of the window, fixed there like a statue, she took a deep breath, and lay down gently, the sound of rain outside was endless, the strong fragrance was endless, she touched her shoulder, her fingers pierced the wound that had been coagulated by the red blood, she barely suppressed herself, and slowly exhaled a breath. The quilt on her body didn't seem to be as heavy as it had been when it first pressed against her, but the stone in her heart had always pressed against her, and she had no choice but to do so.

She closed her eyes, but she couldn't sleep anymore, she heard footsteps, just like the terrifying footsteps on the stone steps of the side courtyard that she heard every morning at three o'clock in the morning when he killed Yulang, the footsteps were getting closer and closer to her, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably, but she didn't dare to open her eyes, nor did she dare to breathe anymore.

The cold wind got into the quilt, and her shoulder began to ache again, the wound on her left arm had not healed for more than half a year, and now there was a new wound on her right shoulder, and she felt that her shoulder was being smeared with something wet and slippery, which gradually burrowed into her flesh and skin, fighting against her pain. She really didn't understand why he kept torturing her, and why did he pretend to care for her?