Chapter 563: Chapter 563: She Wants to Bite her Tongue and Commit Suicide_1


    Jian Yufei’s whole body stiffened, as if she remembered something.


    Ruan Tianling’s mouth curled into a grin, “I warned you, remember what I would do if you tried to escape again?”


    He would imprison her forever, taking her as his captive plaything.


    “Just kill me!” Jian Yufei suddenly screamed out, admitting that she was truly terrified of this.


    She was not afraid of harm, adversity, nor his methods.


    But she was terrified of being imprisoned by him, of becoming a soulless, walking corpse. Other than her current struggling life and her weary, dim soul, she had nothing else.


    If she even lost her soul, then what was there for her to live for?


    So, if he really planned to imprison her forever, she didn’t mind giving up this hard-won new life.


    Ruan Tianling smirked coldly: “How could I bear to kill you? I’ve said it before, when I die, I’ll drag you down with me. Unless I’m dead, I won’t let you die first!”


    A decisive light flashed in Jian Yufei’s eyes, with a twitch of her lips she planned to bite her own tongue off.


    After all they’d been through, she was back here, in their old marital home where they once lived as husband and wife.


    The night had grown dark, only the receding sound of the helicopter echoed in the quiet night.


    Ruan Tianling carried Jian Yufei up the stairs into the empty villa, which was completely lit but devoid of people.


    His footsteps echoed eerily throughout, creating a tense atmosphere.


    He kicked open the bedroom door, carried her in, and set her on the bed.


    Jian Yufei noticed the bedroom had been rearranged.


    The vast bedroom was empty, other than an enormous European-style antique bed.


    The bed was roughly two to three meters wide and slightly longer.


    It was covered with pristine white sheets and only had two soft, clean pillows.


    The walls were snow white, the curtains were white, the floor was white – everything was white. It was a room without color, that was stark and pallid.


    Jian Yufei’s frail form curled up on the bed, her dark hair spread out across the white sheets, offering a sharp contrast of black and white.


    Her face was especially pale, almost blending in with the white surroundings.