You have asked for permission to marry, why should I restrain myself?

Some people will reveal their scars in an attempt to make others understand their grievances and pains, but they don't know that their scars will only be used as after-dinner talk to comfort others whose lives are already not going smoothly.

They would say: Look how embarrassed that idiot has made himself.

Scars are only useful to those who love and care for themselves.

They will feel sorry for the injuries she has suffered and the grievances she has suffered, but to those who don't love her, all her scars will become a joke.

Xiao Yan didn't love her.

She didn't want to be a joke either.

But no matter how she roared, she couldn't stop Xiao Yan's actions.

The belt around her waist was taken away, and her clothes fell off, revealing the hideous scars on her body.

The slender back, which was once as smooth as cream, was now covered with scars, like ugly centipedes.

Some new wounds were not treated in time, and pus oozed out. The wounds then rotted along with the owner's body as he died, emitting a disgusting stench.

Looking at Lin Zhao in the moonlight, one could tell how smelly she was at that moment.

Xiao Yan has a serious obsession with mysophobia and must be extremely disgusted by it.

She was really afraid that Xiao Yan would throw her out with a wave of his hand.

When a person dies, all his tenacity is gone.

She was afraid that after he threw her out, her eyeballs would pop out and she would be killed without a complete body.

No one likes to die without a complete body.

But to Lin Zhaoyue's surprise, Xiao Yan not only did not throw her body away, but also reached out his hand, and with trembling fingers, carefully touched the ugly scars on her body.

The raised scar was like a blunt knife. Every time his hand brushed across a scar, the blunt knife would cut him fiercely at the same position. It would not cause bleeding immediately, but it would cut his flesh, tendons, and veins again and again, bringing waves of dull pain, until his face turned pale.

My heart felt like it was being pinched by an invisible iron hand, my blood vessels were blocked, and my whole body felt cold.

His lips were pursed until they turned pale, as if he was trying hard to restrain himself.

"Zhao Zhao, Zhao Zhao..."

He kept shouting her name, his eyes turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye, finally turning into a glaring scarlet, as if blood would drip out at any moment.

He held her body in his arms, not moving.

Suddenly, a drop of hot tear fell on Lin Zhaoyue's back.

One drop, two drops...

Lin Zhaoyue was stunned, lowered her eyes, and stared at him blankly.

Xiao Yan...is he crying for her?

Although there was no physical body, Lin Zhaoyue felt as if she was burned by his tears. The places where his tears passed were very hot.

Why is he crying?

Lin Zhaoyue wanted to laugh, but tears flowed out uncontrollably.

She really wanted to hate him, but when she no longer had the hatred for the extermination of her family and the murder of her son, the person she hated in the end was still herself.

She was despicable, she didn't believe in evil at first, and she fell in love with him regardless of everything.

How can a moth flying into a flame have a good ending?

She shouldn't have forced it from the beginning.

Xiao Yun held her like that, from dawn to dusk, and from dusk to dawn, without moving a muscle.

Only his occasional whispers could be heard in the air.

His voice was very soft, as if he was talking to her, but also as if he was talking to himself.

"Zhao Zhao, you must hate me very much, right?"

Well, hate.

Lin Zhaoyue responded.

Xiao Yan couldn't hear her, so he just gently stroked the scars on her body, his voice hoarse and trembling.

"Does it hurt?"

Xiao Yan remembered that she was actually very afraid of pain, but she always got herself hurt.

At that time, she pestered him, and when he was handling official business in the study, she would help him grind ink and read storybooks.

Once, she helped him find bamboo slips. The bamboo slips were too old and although someone sorted and repaired them regularly, they still had a lot of damage and had many splinters.

She found it first, and came to him with the bamboo slips to ask for a reward.

As the apple of Duke Lin's eye, she had everything she wanted since she was young and lacked nothing.

She asked him to accompany her to the theater to guess riddles and win the white jade bracelet, but he did not agree.

He really didn't understand why the white jade bracelet, which was worth less than one or two taels, was so rare.

If he didn't agree, she would not give him the bamboo slips.

He didn't force it and went to find something else.

After a while, she hung her head like a neglected kitten, and weakly handed him the bamboo slips in her hand.

He actually couldn't stand seeing her depressed; her mood would affect him, which made him irritated.

When he took it, he wasn't paying attention and a splinter pricked her hand, causing her eyes to turn red instantly.

He subconsciously pulled her and started to pick out the splinter for her. She was clearly in so much pain that she almost cried, but she was very happy while he was picking out the splinter for her.

He asked her what made her happy, but she didn't say anything. Before she left, she whispered in his ear, her breath sweet as orchid:

"You held my hand today."

He remembered how he had pulled her in an emergency and was about to say something, but she seemed to know that he was going to make excuses, so she covered her ears, muttered to herself, "I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen," and walked out.

He kept looking at her back, watching her walk away with delicate steps. When he came to his senses, he found that the corners of his mouth were raised.

His first reaction was not sweetness, but panic. He truly realized that he was influenced by her. He hated this out-of-control state, and he also had a ridiculous dream that night.

He didn't dare see her.

After sending someone to bring her the red jadeite that was a tribute from the vassal state, he hid from her for a few days.

Every time he saw her leave in disappointment, he wanted to appear in front of her immediately, but he controlled himself.

He didn't appear in front of her until the emotional backlash was over and he was sure that he would not be affected by her again.

When Lin Zhaoyue heard Xiao Yun's words, she rolled her eyes.

"Go and try it and see if it hurts!"

Xiao Yan said something else, but Lin Zhaoyue no longer had the patience to listen and simply floated outside.

There were many people gathered at the door of the basement, and everyone looked anxious, fearing that something might go wrong with Xiao Yan.

On the first day, he refused to eat or drink, and he didn't respond when his guards called him several times. When those people were afraid that something had happened to him and wanted to force the door, he just said "get out".

After that, the guards didn't dare to disturb them again.

Lin Zhaoyue looked at him without any expression. She even felt that he was very lucky since he had not eaten or drunk anything and was frozen for three days without dying.

At this moment, Xiao Yun's red lips were dark purple, his face was pale, and the breath he exhaled condensed on his eyelashes, and his breathing became much weaker.

If he died, maybe she would no longer be controlled by him, and she could be by Xiao Jingchen's side at all times.

Anyway, it wasn't her who killed him. After he died, Fourth Brother would take Chen'er away, and he wouldn't have to be locked up in this bamboo garden all day long and unable to see anyone. She could also go to Jiangnan with him to see her father and mother.

Lin Zhaoyue floated leisurely in the basement.

There was actually nothing in this basement except for dozens of luminous pearls, ice blocks piled up all around, and a black ice bed that Xiao Ying had people find.

Lin Zhaoyue was bored of floating around, so she left the basement.

She doesn't care whether Xiao Yan lives or dies.

He loves it to death.

The sun is shining brightly today, it’s a warm winter day, and it’s good weather.

She was just about to stroll around when she heard hurried footsteps.

She looked up and saw a group of people led by Xiao Jingchen hurriedly walking towards the basement.

When she saw Xiao Jingchen, her eyes lit up with joy and she quickly floated over.

"Chen'er, why are you here?"

But Xiao Jingchen seemed not to see her and walked forward without looking around.