novelraw Chapter 486 - 488: Never Had Before
Chapter 486 - 488: Never Had Before
He didn’t wear gloves, hitting the sandbag directly with his fist. Soon, the back of his hand was a bloody mess. The sandbag was also stained with blood.The nearby butler’s face changed drastically: "Young Master... you’re hurt... please stop hitting..."
Nangong Yaoling acted as if he couldn’t hear, continuing to punch the sandbag fiercely, blood dripping onto the floor, shocking to see. The air was thick with the scent of blood.
The butler couldn’t bear to watch any longer. He rushed forward, hugging the sandbag. The whole person swayed and nearly spun around with the sandbag.
"Ah... ah... stop hitting, Young Master..."
Nangong Yaoling raised his fist into the air: "Get out!"
"No... Young Master, hit me instead! Your hand is bleeding heavily, please stop torturing yourself..."
Nangong Yaoling’s face was dreadfully dark. He suddenly swung his fist at the butler, who screamed in surprise, but the fist did not land.
The man gave him a cold look, turned around, and walked away with big strides.
The maidservants were all terrified. This was the first time they had seen the master hurting himself like this, madly; their exchanged glances were filled with unwillingness and worry, and even fear.
Because Nangong Yaoling emanated an aura that was terrifyingly forbidding, his cold gaze could freeze the air at any second.
Seeing Nangong Yaoling walk forward, someone notified Yun. Yun brought the medical kit, saying to everyone, "What are you standing there for? Quickly bandage Young Master!"
Then, everyone snapped back, hurriedly and chaotically bandaging Nangong Yaoling’s wounds. Nangong Yaoling didn’t react, breathing heavily, sitting on the gym chair.
He seemed a bit dazed.
Four or five maids carefully cleaned his wounds. Blood instantly soaked the gauze, making those who saw it feel anxious.
Nangong Yaoling didn’t blink an eye.
With the wounds bandaged, Nangong Yaoling got up silently and walked out the door.
The butler and the maids tried to follow, but a cold voice said, "Stay away from me."
Everyone immediately froze, not daring to step forward.
On the rooftop, Nangong Yaoling wrapped in a cotton coat sat on a deck chair, gazing at the night sky above.
The sky was gray and dark, without stars or the moon.
Just like his mood at that moment.
Beside him were wine and a wine glass. He poured himself a glass and drank it in one gulp.
Feeling a touch of cold in front of him, a snowflake fell on his handsome face.
He was slightly startled, only then realizing it was snowing.
His mind flashed back to that time in heavy snow when he took Xia Xiaonuan to Silver Mountain, seeing the snow-covered scenery. Just because she was unhappy, he took her there without thinking.
Seeing her smile, he felt warm inside.
But now he knows, her smile never belonged to him; perhaps this woman never belonged to him.
For the first time, he felt pathetic. From birth, he had been showered with love and put on a pedestal. But for the first time, he felt so insignificant, even less than the dirt on the ground.
The bandages on his hand bled, waves of pain surged, but he remained expressionless, for this pain compared to the pain in his heart was not even a fraction.
He recalled Xia Xiaonuan’s words in the hospital, feeling as if his heart was exposed to the cold wind of December, icy pain pierced his heart and into his bones.