Chapter 8 Opening of Redemption
Li Shiheng knelt before her, a rare lowering of his stature, as he pleaded softly, "Before that, come back home with me."
Bian Yue merely looked at her own hand which somehow had been held by Li Shiheng.
She shook her head slowly and said calmly, "Li Shiheng, that place is no longer my home. I despise betrayal and will never forgive it."
After she spoke, without a trace of hesitation, she withdrew her hand from Li Shiheng's.
The motion was like a slow-motion replay, frame by frame in slow motion, a piercing pain to the heart.
Before Li Shiheng could react, Bian Yue had already stood up and started walking upstairs.
Behind her, Li Shiheng remained motionless, maintaining the posture of being rejected.
Bian Yue fell asleep at night and dreamt again of the rainy season six years ago.
It was her 16th year.
The rainy season in Xiangjiang was humid, and the sudden downpours crushed lives without warning.
The Bian family had just completed the funeral, the somber funeral hall grand and solemn, its black and white decor complementing the relentless rain outside.