Ye Haofan was wheeled out, his left half of the face all wrapped in layers of white gauze, the charm he once had was no more to be seen.
He lay on the white bed, completely lifeless, his pale skin almost merging with the sheets.
Han Yingying stared blankly from a distance, not daring to take a step closer.
The eyes that had been the envy of many were ruined by her hand; the handsome face, like the most beautiful of gods from Greek Mythology, was destroyed by her.
The man rumored to never accept threats or bow to anyone... she had ruined him.
She knew that from the moment she opened her eyes in the warehouse, from the moment she saw Ye Haofan covered in blood, she was destined to owe him for the rest of her life.
Like a black curse, even if she bathed in sunlight every day, there would be cloudy days, there would always be shadows. With just a bit of darkness, she would be consumed.
Han Yingying stood there, never moving from her spot.
