Chapter 69: Who is more painful than who?

  The city's vibrant nightlife is ignited by the twinkling lights of the stars above, and the signboard of "Encounter" sways in the midst of a diverse array of bars, standing out uniquely.

  The sound of clinking glasses continued to echo in a corner, while the heavy metal music pierced through people's eardrums. The lamp shadows were dim and ambiguous, but there was a woman who didn't know the rules, still holding a wine glass with residual liquid in her hand, her upper body lying drunk on the bar, staring at the wine glass with a dazed smile.

  Her back figure was so slender and pitiful from behind.

  Her long black hair cascaded down her frail back, and Senaka's smile was forced and sorrowful. She stared at the wine glass, still muttering to herself: "Why, tell me why? Why did you use me...?"

  She waved her hand randomly, and the bartender had already handed her a glass of wine. Qian Lian Xia snatched it away, and without hesitation, she tilted her head back and poured it down her throat. The strong liquor was swallowed like water, spreading through her throat, and burning fiercely into her heart.

  She felt wronged, and the tears she had been holding back in her eyes fell silently down her cheeks, each one glistening as it slid down her face. "Why are you using me? Why did I think you were good to me? Why am I hurting so much?"

  The private doctor checked again, walked to the door and saw them, nodded in greeting, with some confusion in his heart, and didn't care about politeness. He looked at Ye Song on the bed, his eyes turned to Hao Lianmeng, "Although the gun muzzle was coated with S-number virus, but according to the young master's physique, he should have woken up two days later, but today is already the third day."

  The private doctor touched his chin, but Hao Lian's gaze was tight, "What did you say?"

  The private doctor suspected: "Isn't it just SARS virus——"

  Hao Lian's eyebrows furrowed, his thin chin carving out a resolute shadow like a knife. "Dr. Chen, let's walk and talk!" Dr. Chen nodded and took the lead in walking.

  Hao Lianyu's footsteps paused, and he turned his head to look at Ben Hua, who was still standing at the door, gazing inside. He took a slight breath, and his tongue hesitated over two words before uttering them again, "Ben Hua, go rest."

  Looking at Ye Shengge lying motionless on the bed, she was just a distant shadow. Her pale and haggard face was filled with a happy smile. "No, Master is ill now and needs someone to take care of him. I think, taking care of him."

  Hao Lian's eyes dimmed the moment he saw her happy smile. Knowing that he couldn't persuade her, Hao Lian could only sigh and say: "Take care of yourself!" After finishing speaking, he hastily left.

  Today's stars are too numerous to count, the beautiful starry sky always contains so many secrets, just like people have so many troubles.

  The curtains slowly unfolded, and the painting sat on the bedside table gazed at the night scene. The unhidden love intention was slowly swept away from the eyebrows of the man on the bed to his thin lips and firm chin. Her hand wanted to touch his face, but it shrank back in mid-air.

  Ye Sheng Ge's eyes were tightly closed, and his clear eyebrows had shed their usual sly charm, looking as handsome as a celestial being. In fact, he should have been that kind of desireless and unworldly immortal in paintings, but his usual sly temperament had ruined that feeling.

  She slowly bowed her head, like an orchid leaning in close to him below, speaking with caution, "Young Master, even if you don't like me, I will still like you just the same. I'll do anything for you, willingly."

  She looked at his thin lips and finally reached out her hand to slowly stroke them, but didn't dare move again.

  "Are you asleep? Are you really asleep? Then can I call your name? Can I just call your name when you're asleep, not when you're ignoring me?"

  "Sheng, Ge," she read his name softly, a smile spreading across her face once again. Looking at him still motionless, she gathered courage to lean in closer, pressing her cheek against his chest, listening to the heartbeat thumping one beat after another.

  Just as she was content with the happiness of this moment, the man above her head opened his thin lips, and his eyebrows were deeply furrowed on his handsome face, as if in a dream, "Sorry, I don't want to hurt you, sorry."

  He sat up from his chest with a tense painting, but found that his eyes were closed and he was talking in his sleep. After comforting her own heartbeat, she leaned her ear close to his thin lips, wanting to hear the sentence clearly.

  Ye Song still weakly repeated those words, sometimes anxiously, sometimes helplessly, "Little girl, I'm sorry, I didn't want to hurt you, never wanted to,"

  Her movements stiffened, her lips slightly parted as she looked at him. "Little girl, forgive me, I really do like you, this is true!"

  Ye Shengge's face showed anxiety again, and tiny sweat beads had already appeared on the tip of his nose. "Forgive me, this is real."

  She got out of bed abruptly, looking at him with painful eyes, her pale and haggard face covered with a layer of white. Outside the window was the sea, with stars shining in pieces. She rushed out of the room, down the stairs, and into the night.

  Qian Lian Xia had already gotten extremely drunk, and her vision was blurry. In a bar, the danger of getting taken advantage of is highest for a girl who gets drunk and has a pretty face. So the bartender kindly reminded her, "Miss, stop drinking and go home quickly. A girl like you can easily get targeted in a place like this."

  Just as they were talking, two men with gentle faces and vulgar movements had already surrounded Qian Lian Xia in the middle, one of whom had his hand resting on Qian Lian Xia's shoulder. "Little girl, you seem to be having a good time, why don't you let us brothers accompany you for a couple of drinks?"

  Qian Lian Xia's head spun around, just about to burst into a loud scolding. The man's exclamation had already sounded out, followed by a coarse and angry curse, "You stinky woman, you even dare to hit me, your grandfather, are you tired of living?"

  "It's you who deserves a beating, to teach you a lesson!" The woman's voice was as clear and cold as a valley in autumn, with a hint of murderous intent. She kicked out with one foot, landing a vicious blow on the man's knee.

  "Ah——you——" The man's pig-slaughtering cry had not yet ended when the woman kicked another of his knees, followed by his chest. As the man fell to the ground, the woman stomped on his palm once again.

  He struck with a ferocious intensity, showing no mercy as he beat the man to the brink of suffocation.

  The woman's voice was devoid of emotion, and she slightly raised an eyebrow at another man, but saw that the man's neck shrunk back, as if he had seen a ghost.

  "From now on, keep your hands and feet to yourself. If something like today happens again and I just so happen to see it," the woman's foot pressed down, the man couldn't get out a sound before fainting to the ground, "I'll be taking your life!"

  She walked softly over and sat down on a stool at the bar, turning to the bartender and raising her hand. "A Bloody Mary,"

  The bartender shrank his neck and went to work, while the other man behind him dragged the man on the ground away like he had seen a ghost.

  Qian Lian Xia tilted her head to look at the beautiful woman beside her and smiled, "Thank you!"

  The woman replied indifferently, "No need to be polite, it was just convenient!"

  "What's your name?" Senri continued to ask.

  The woman looked back at him for a long time before saying softly: "Benhua."

  That's right, this person is indeed a talented painter.

  "Sounds like a good name," Chihiro praised, looking at her with an air of indifference, and then asked again in a nosy tone: "Aren't you happy?"

  Perhaps it was the scorching atmosphere of today, or perhaps it was the beauty of the starry sky, but two strange women couldn't help but want to listen to each other's voices, as if they could find warmth in doing so.

  He put down the wine glass, looking at her with a bitter expression. He couldn't help but feel a good impression of this drunken girl with clear and bright eyes. "Have you ever liked someone? Liked to the point where you can give up everything for him, use everything for his goal, and sacrifice all your own things. Have you ever liked someone like that?"

  Qian Lian Xia nodded and then shook her head, "I don't know what it means to like someone, nor can I like someone in the way you do."

  Her mind suddenly recalled Ye Shengge's face, and a pang of pain surged in her heart. "I don't know if that feeling was liking him or not, but when I found out he was using me, my heart hurt so much it was hard to bear. I thought he liked me, but what he actually liked was my status, not me as a person."

  A thousand loves of summer flowed across her lips with self-mockery. She thought she wouldn't feel pain, but never expected it to be so heart-wrenching.

  He drained the cup of wine in one gulp, and then didn't say another word. Qian Lian Xia, however, took another cup of wine that was handed to her and drank it all down, the liquor entering her throat, now she's more than just a little tipsy.

  She lay on the table, recalling and talking to herself, from getting to know each other in a bar, to a nightclub, to a helicopter proposal, to that utopia, to that car accident, that romantic fireworks display, his rogue behavior, his coquettishness, she said it all very clearly.

  He just quietly listened, occasionally stealing a glance at her.

  After saying that, Chihiro Natsumi sneered and said: "You say I'm not stupid, he's always doing things to hurt me, why should I feel sad, why should I care?"

  The slender fingers that held the cup were beautiful, and a faint smile was cast on her face. "Why don't you think of it this way? Although he's shameless in making you take responsibility, at least he helped you; although your photos with him caused a stir throughout the school, wouldn't it be even more miserable if they were photos of you with that boy? He brought you to that place, but he didn't take advantage of you. Why did he choose you instead of someone else to die with? Although he took you to such a place, why don't you try thinking about the fact that he's bringing you into his life? You say he used you, so why not go ask him in person and listen to his explanation?"

  He has never asked you for anything with his own mouth, all he gave you was romance and happiness.

  "Even if he really took advantage of you, what's wrong with that, as long as he likes you? Being able to be taken advantage of by him is also a kind of happiness for you!"

  Qian Lian Xia's drunken eyes gazed at her dizzily, "What do you mean?"

  "You like him so much, that's why you're so heartbroken."

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