novelraw Chapter 0131 Sinner
Chapter 0131 Sinner
The first rays of morning sunlight pierced through the gaps in the heavy curtains.
Like a sharp sword, it cleaved through the deathly darkness of the study.
Jiang Ci stood amidst the chaos.
Beneath my feet lay a broken computer screen, scattered documents, and cigarette butts everywhere.
The air was filled with the stale smell of tobacco and a bitter taste born of despair.
He was still clutching that old cell phone tightly in his hand.
The screen was already off.
But those words, those diaries filled with blood and tears, have been branded into his mind and ingrained in his very being like a hot iron.
Its daybreak.
The nightmare is over.
But reality was even more unbearable for him than nightmares.
"Ingratitude..."
Jiang Ci moved his chapped lips.
His voice was so hoarse, as if it had been scrubbed raw by sandpaper.
These four words.
Each stroke was like a slap in the face, landing hard on his cheek.
For the past three years, he has felt like a victim.
She felt like she was the one who was abandoned and humiliated.
He hated her with a clear conscience, and he took revenge on her with a clear conscience.
But now.
The truth is laid bare before us in a bloody and brutal way.
Was he a victim?
No.
He was the one who was best protected.
He was that bastard who trampled on her bones, sucked her blood, and then turned around and spat at her.
While she was suffering abroad, he was enjoying flowers and applause at home.
While she endured everything in silence to avoid bringing him misfortune, he forced her to kneel and eat bitter melon.
"Jiang Ci."
"You're disgusting."
He lowered his head.
Looking at my own slender, well-defined hands.
These hands were once treasured by her.
Now, however, it is stained with her tears and grievances.
These hands, just yesterday.
He even grabbed her chin and said to her viciously, "I hate you."
"Snapped!"
Jiang Ci raised his hand and slapped himself.
crisp.
Ruthless.
The blood that was already at the corner of his mouth seeped out again.
But he couldn't feel any pain.
This physical pain is nothing compared to the agony in my heart.
He took a deep breath.
He forcibly suppressed the urge to self-destruct.
He was going to see her.
just now.
immediately.
……
I stepped out of the study.
The corridor was quiet.
Jiang Ci's legs trembled with every step he took.
It was the numbness after kneeling all night, and even more so, the fear deep within my heart that bordered on cowardice.
He was afraid to see her.
I was afraid to see her clear eyes.
I was afraid to see fear and disappointment in those eyes.
But he had to go.
Push open the door to the master bedroom.
The movements were as light as could be.
The room was dimly lit because blackout curtains were drawn.
The air was filled with a faint, calming aromatherapy scent.
big bed.
Wen Ning is still asleep.
She was sleeping soundly.
Perhaps it was because he had exhausted me yesterday, or maybe it was because I hadn't fully recovered.
She curled up on her side, half her face buried in the soft pillow.
Only her pale profile and her thin neck, which looked as if it would break at the slightest touch, were visible.
Jiang Ci stood at the door.
Look at her.
It's like looking at a fragile porcelain doll that he has broken countless times with his own hands.
The gaze slowly moved downwards.
It landed on her wrist, which was sticking out from under the blanket.
There.
He was wearing a black smartwatch.
That was his "gift" to her.
It was the instrument of torture he used to monitor and imprison her.
The watch strap was fastened very tightly, leaving a red mark on her delicate skin.
Jiang Ci's heart felt as if it had been hooked tightly by a barbed iron hook.
Blood was everywhere.
He is a sinner.
He imprisoned his savior like a criminal.
He deprived her of her freedom and trampled on her dignity.
Yet he arrogantly believed that this was love, and that he was trying to keep her.
"sorry……"
He silently recited it in his heart.
These three words are too light.
It was too light to bear the weight of her three years of suffering.
Jiang Ci started walking.
Step by step.
He walked to the bedside.
The carpet swallowed the sound of his heavy footsteps.
But it couldn't drown out the deep sorrow and regret emanating from him.
He walked to the bedside.
He did not sit down.
"Thump."
A muffled thud.
That Jiang, who was ruthless and arrogant in the business world.
That business tycoon who commands awe and admiration from countless people.
In this dimly lit bedroom.
In front of that sleeping girl.
Both knees are bent.
He knelt down heavily.
He knelt on the carpet.
He knelt down in front of her bed.
His back was no longer straight.
He seemed to have lost all his pride, hunched over and trembling.
He looked at Wen Ning, who was so close to him.
Looking at her tightly closed eyes, and at her slightly furrowed brows even in her sleep.
he was thinking.
If she wakes up.
If she knew he already knew the truth.
What will happen to her?
Will you cry?
Would she shout in frustration?
Will she continue to weave those clumsy lies, just like before, so as not to implicate him?
Jiang Ci reached out his hand.
His fingertips trembled as he reached out toward her cheek.
He wanted to touch her.
I wanted to confirm that she was real, warm, and still alive.
I wanted to hold her in my arms and tell her that everything was alright and she didn't need to be afraid anymore.
but.
Just as my fingertips were about to touch her skin.
His hand stopped.
It hung stiffly in mid-air.
A distance of a few centimeters.
It was as if there was an insurmountable chasm between them.
Jiang Ci looked at his hands.
His knuckles still bore the scabs from when he smashed the wall.
The warmth of last night's forceful actions still lingered in his palm.
Dirty.
It's so dirty.
These hands have hurt her too many times.
These hands once pushed her into the abyss, once locked her in a cage.
He doesn't deserve it.
He is not worthy to touch her now.
Even a touch of a fingertip might be considered a desecration to her.
Jiang Ci's fingers curled up.
Slowly, they withdrew it.
He clenched his fist tightly and pressed it against his forehead.
He lay face down on the edge of the bed.
Like a death row inmate awaiting trial.
Silent tears slid down her cheeks.
It dripped onto the carpet.
A dark water stain spread out.
"Wen Ning..."
In his heart, he called her name with all his might.
"I'm an idiot."
"I'm a complete... bastard."
if it is possible.
He would rather give his own life for her three years of peace and security.
But time cannot be turned back.
The damage has already been done.
That's all he can do.
That means using the rest of my life.
Go to atone for your sins.
Go and beg the angel he pushed away to come back...