“No, no…”

Tears like broken pearls, soon wetted Ye He’s cheeks while she muttered in her sleep.

The fragrance of cedar lingering around lured her to wake up gradually, and she breathed the smell that belonged to Ji Shiyan.

Opening her eyes, she met a pair of extremely cold gaze. She turned away instinctively, her heart beating like a drum.

“Ye He!”

Ji Shiyan twisted her body and forced her to look at him, “You hate me so much?”

The dark red blood flowed on the snow-white bed sheet as he raised his left hand, the gash on his palm still not wrapped.

Ye He held the knife in her hand. It was meant to stab him in the neck, but  was stopped in the middle of the act by his left hand, and only sliced his hand in the end.

Ye He looked at it in a trance, frowned deeply.

“You… Ah!”

Ji Shiyan held her hands behind her back and kissed her from top to bottom before she could say anything. He was aggressive and disrespectful, and the searing pain corroded Ye He’s reasoning over time.

She wanted to escape, but couldn’t escape his hold, “Don’t, let me go…”

The more she resisted, Ji Shiyan made more efforts. He clung to her warm neck, nibbling and sliding his teeth into her sensitive flesh. . His other hand clasped her waist, as if wanting to rub the whole person into his arms, “Ye he, you are mine, you are mine!”

He tore at her clothes, kissed her like a madman, and suddenly felt that something is wrong. He looked up.

Seeing Ye He’s tear-streaked face, he looked blankly at her. Her attractive peach blossom eyes amassed a pool of pure tears, and he was like a devil in that pool, which made him immediately stop.

“Ji Shiyan, I’m sorry, does it hurt?”

Ye He lowered her eyes, and a drop of clear tears flowed down the cheeks covered with hickeys. She held his still bleeding hand, and her little face moved closer, “Hu~hu~let me blow on it. It won’t hurt anymore.”

Ji Shiyan’s murderous face softened a little, but his eyes quickly changed again, and he reverted to his demonic persona, “Ye He, what tricks are you playing!”

As if being soaked in ice mint, his voice was cold and thin, mixed with clear anger and suspicion.

“No, I didn’t…”

Ye He raised her head and wiped away her tears, “I won’t do this again, believe me!”

Ji Shiyan looked directly at her, as if eager to see her sincerity through her clear eyes, ” You better not!”

With a grim look, he laid down these words and opened the door.

Ye He’s heart trembled as the door shut loudly, and she sank to the ground, her thoughts jumbled. She actually traveled back three years to the day she assassinated Ji Shiyan.

In her previous life, Ye Miao told her that in the face of extreme people like Ji Shiyan, she had to use more extreme means. In the end, she made this stupid decision under her instigation, and the result can be imagined.

…

Ye He thought for a long time, until the sunset’s afterglow filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows and caught her dull face.

“Sister! Are you there?” The door opened with a cheerful greeting, Ye Miao went in smiling, and when she saw Ye He, her grin constricted, and she said, “Sister, what did he do to you? He won’t…”

Ye Miao had a troubled expression on her face, her fingers stroked the blue-red mark on Ye He’s arm, and her charming phoenix eyes flashed with deep jealousy. The red blood appeared extremely dazzling in her eyes.

“No.” Ye He shook off her hand, her pale face was filled with unconcealed tiredness, she suppressed the hatred in her heart and asked, “Why are you here?”