Mysterious level up! Shen Ye cries and begs for reconciliation again

Later in the night.

'Squeak—'

The door was opened a crack, and Shen Rao sneaked his head inside. He felt a little ashamed as he tried to suppress his wildly beating heart.

He said he didn't want to disturb Qi Yan, but in the end he couldn't help but come.

There is really no future for him.

Shen Rao thought: Just take a look, just take a look and then he'll leave.

With this feeling in mind, I walked to the head of the bed and carefully lifted a corner of the bulging thin quilt.

I was just wondering if she wasn't bored sleeping like this, when I was suddenly startled to find another pillow under the quilt.

No one is here.

There was none under the bed either.

Shen Rao frowned, stood up, and turned around to look around the house.

There is no restroom.

Terrace no.

No, no, none of them...

An unreasonable anxiety swept through Shen Rao's nerves. Just as he was about to call out, he suddenly heard someone calling out in front of a half-open door.

"Um……"

A suppressed groan stopped him in his tracks.

The next moment, Shen Rao's pupils suddenly dilated, and through the crack in the door he saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

In dim light.

The person who is always calm and composed, strong and reliable on the outside, is whipping himself on the back over and over again, each whipping is heavier and more brutal than the last.

There were red marks everywhere and blood and flesh were flying.

As the sound of breaking through the air continued, Shen Rao saw her silent face, shedding tears silently.

Tears flowed down my face.

But he has no emotions at all, just mechanically repeating his self-abuse. Only then can you tell that he is venting his emotions, going crazy, and in pain.

Shen Rao's body was shaking uncontrollably. He covered his violently trembling lips and called out tentatively, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Qi...Qi Yan?"

"..."

In an instant, everything was quiet.

The sound of the whip breaking through the air disappeared, the heavy breathing disappeared, and the sound of cold sweat dripping onto the ground disappeared, as if the world had disappeared along with it.

The person kneeling in the room slowly raised his head, looked at him woodenly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Who?"

The door opened, Shen Rao's unbearable eyes were revealed, and his voice was unstable: "Ayan..."

"It is you."

Qi Yan's hand that was tightly gripping the black whip loosened, and a flash of murderous intent flashed across his eyes as he lowered his eyelids. He exhaled:

"Please just pretend you didn't see anything, nothing happened, close the door and go out."

Her tears were still flowing, like a dam that could no longer be stopped once the floodgates were opened.

How does Shen Rao get out?

He can't get out.

Rooted in the feet.

Not only did he not go out, he wanted to go there.

Qi Yan sensed his intention to approach.

The persistent sharp neuralgia in her head and the inconsolable guilt, depression, and collapse in her heart made her extremely sensitive, irritable, and unkind at this moment.

"I told you to get out, can't you hear me?!"

Along with it came a whip that hit his feet mercilessly, leaving deep scratches on the wooden floor, showing how powerful the force was.

"Get out!"

Qi Yan's eyes were full of cold warnings.

It's like a leopard that was licking its wounds alone, but someone broke into its territory. It was extremely alert and would never allow anyone to approach it, and it was covered in wounds.

"Come any closer, and the next whip will hit you in the face."

"..."

But Shen Rao is reckless, Shen Rao is stupid, and Shen Rao loves her.

He continued walking forward and said in a low and soft voice, "You can smoke if you want."

It's better to hit him than for her to hit herself.

Much better.

Qi Yan's knuckles turned white as she clenched the whip. Seeing the man getting closer, she raised the whip for a long time, then put it down.

She couldn't do it.

A voice in her heart said: She will regret it if she smokes it.

Qi Yan didn't know what he would regret.

Just a man.

The majority of people outside are men.

But a beautiful man.

There is no shortage of beautiful men out there.

Just a man who claimed to love her.

There are many men out there who cannot live without her.

But it is……

No more.

Qi Yan only knew that she had enough regrets in her life.

She didn't want to regret it anymore.

At this time, Shen Rao had already walked in front of Qi Yan and stopped.

Before he could open his mouth, Qi Yan asked, "What do you want to do here?"

"I……"

Qi Yan didn't give him a chance to finish his words, and smiled coldly: "Are you trying to comfort me in a self-righteous way, or are you here to laugh at me?"

"Qi Yan, I can't possibly think like that."

"..."

Hearing the voice, she raised her tearful face, and seemed to see her own miserable reflection in Shen Rao's dark and sad eyes.

His face was pale, his clothes were disheveled, and tears were streaming down his face.

It was a look that no one had ever seen before, a look that even she herself didn't dare to look in the mirror.

But now it was completely revealed in front of this outsider, and her biggest secret was exposed.

The perfect heir is actually broken.

Even self-abuse like a psychopath.

It's crazy.

"Are you going to tell anyone?" Qi Yan grabbed his trouser leg and begged, "Can you please not tell anyone, A Rao?"

She used that title as a bargaining chip, she was bewitching herself.

Shen Rao heard it.

"I won't tell anyone."

He leaned down and held her face, which was soaked with cold sweat, as if it were a treasure. The pain in his eyes almost turned into reality:

"How long have you been like this, tell me?"

It must have taken more than one or two days to become so proficient.

When Shen Rao thought about what she had been going through five years ago, his heart ached and he wished the pain could be transferred to him.

"..."

The hot tears flowed into his palms and turned cold, very cold, all the way to his bleeding heart.

"Are you trying to comfort me by not leaving?"

Qi Yan didn't answer, but turned his eyes away and said something else.

Shen Rao certainly wanted to comfort her, but he was at a loss. He didn't know what to do: "I want to."

"Then do me a favor."

"What……"

"Will you promise me?"

"I'll agree to whatever you say." Shen Rao answered instinctively.

"Really?" Qi Yan suddenly smiled, "Thank you."

Shen Rao was stunned. Before he could recover from the tearful smile, his hand felt heavy.

When she saw clearly what was stuffed in her hand, her clear and hoarse voice rang out.

"Come and hit me."

"..."

After saying this, Qi Yan ripped open his collar, revealing his smooth shoulders, not even caring about tearing the flesh stuck to the cloth.

He tightly grasped Shen Rao's hand, which was unable to hold the whip, with his ten fingers clasped together. His whole body was trembling and his speech was incoherent, as if he was in some kind of insane nightmare.

"You come and hit me...you come and hit me..."

"I am guilty, punish me, punish me, punish me..."

Punish me for not saving a single person, not even one, punish me for being late.

Come punish me...

"Qi Yan!"

Shen Rao tried to wake her up.

He had never seen Qi Yan like this before, and his heart felt torn with pain.

"I beg you."

Qi Yan looked at him vaguely, and collapsed tore apart her true self. Then she rested her forehead against his hand, like a devout believer praying:

"You are an outsider. It doesn't matter if you come here. If you don't tell anyone, no one will know. Help me, help me. I am in so much pain, so much pain..."

"The dream keeps reminding me. I think about it every day: Why wasn't I the one who died? Why couldn't I save them? Why do people still praise me for this? Why doesn't anyone blame me? Why? Why doesn't anyone want to punish me? Why can they still laugh? Why can they still applaud me..."

"So many people died, so many people. I did a terrible job. I am guilty. I don't deserve the glory. I don't deserve it..."

"Help me, help me, A-Rao, didn't you say you would agree to anything for me?"

Qi Yan looked at him, as if looking at the 'only salvation': "Please, punish me."