Chapter Forty-Three: Seriously Injured

  "Hmm..." Shao Qi let out a cold hum, he really didn't know, it was just that the email he received mentioned it, he just tried casually, didn't expect...

  Anyway, it's all like this now, he can only pretend to be strong till the end.

  "You don't know what to say and what not to say, do you?" With a fierce gesture, Shao Hua picked him up like a rag and slammed him against the wall again. His face twisted into a demonic grin, like a mandrake flower from hell. "You're doing it on purpose, you deserve to die!"

  Crashing into the wall, he fell to the ground, his entire body aching as if his muscles and bones had exploded. Shao Qi spat out blood while smiling at the person whose anger was burning brighter: "So... it's really like this! Heh... cough... heh heh."

  "You're looking for death? I'll help you achieve it."

  In a fit of rage, one kick, although not as fast as the lightning in martial arts novels, was still powerful enough to make the air howl with energy. Whether Shao Hua truly wanted Shao Qi's life or not, he had indeed been blown away like a rag doll in the wind and slammed into the wall corner.

  He was almost completely devoid of consciousness, yet he still smiled, a smile that was so warm and happy it was piercing.

  He thought maybe he would really die like this, die at his own hands, and that didn't seem so bad either.

  Dear mother, dear friends, it's not that he didn't want to live, but perhaps only after death will he be happy.

  You can stop worrying about everything now, if unfortunately, one day when we meet underground, he will apologize then...

  Thick head non-stop **flowing out, the red blood in front of eyes getting thicker and thicker, unlike before, this time it's really his own real blood.

  The sky is still pouring down a passionate and surging rain, it's the thunderous sound of tables, chairs, and benches...

  "You..."

  Before losing consciousness, Shao Qi seemed to see many red shadows and heard many strange sounds. As he became more and more confused, his smile grew even brighter, that overflowing warmth was unmistakable, it was like a spring awakening, with passion burning like fire...

  "... Fragmented, somewhat blurry yet exceptionally clear snippets, as if a meat grinder was slowly turning in Yan's brain, startled her into a cold sweat. She wiped her forehead and slowly got out of bed."

  Pacing back and forth in this dimly lit, damp basement, the cramped space almost suffocating, yet she felt an emptiness in her heart.

  She just dreamed of those things again, running out of her aunt's house, with only 200 yuan on her body, although she won't starve to death for the time being, but she has no place to live.

  Two hundred yuan can only stay in the lowest grade of hotel for four or five days, what about in the future?

  In order to save money, she could only wander outside and eventually even slept under the overpass, but heaven was always very stingy.

  On a certain dark and windy night, a black shadow slowly crept over from afar. She was anxious to find work and a place to live, but was deceived by someone under the guise of offering her a job and lured into a nightclub.

  The experiences of those days were enough to make her suffer for a lifetime, singing and dancing every night, accompanying men in drinking and sleeping, being forced to do many dirty things. There were all sorts of performances there, each moment challenging the limits of her endurance.

  However, she managed to survive and slowly learned the rules of survival there, seducing men who could help her leave with advantages, but it was really rare that she didn't have that opportunity.

  But she eventually encountered an opportunity and met a woman who helped her redeem herself and also found her a job.

  But the scene in her dream suddenly changed, she saw Shao Qi being pressed down by someone, just like the male prostitute she saw in that nightclub, being brutally ravaged.

  Her heart suddenly ached, she was forced to wake up, she knew she didn't hate him, but she couldn't help but forget him.

  It's getting more and more inexplicable that I just can't let go!

  Not until love is life and death dependent, you have me in you, I have you in me, yet it's an entanglement that can't be shaken off.

  This world may always have so many entangled people, who do not believe and are unwilling to encounter love, yet somehow they will encounter some inexplicable people, causing themselves to lose control, unable to forget, and unable to let go.

  And indeed it is, various facts prove that God is a perverted thing, he is always very willing to make people's lives twisted.

  Some people's lives are fragile and can be lost with a slight carelessness; while others are super strong and resilient, like a cockroach that can withstand any blow.

  Whether it's love or life!

  Just as Xiang Yan was still dazed and hesitant about his dream, to the point of being tormented, other people's lives were also continuing...

  Cheng Mian played games from dawn till dusk, finally couldn't resist the sleepiness, was caught off guard, and as a result, all excited cells were defeated, sinking into dreamland.

  Yu Cheng was sleeping so soundly that he was almost snoring.

  Liyifan was also quietly walking, in short, the dormitory of Shuozhou University was a quiet and peaceful place like a paradise on earth.

  On the other hand, relying on excellent athletic performance, barely passing the cultural subjects of the college entrance examination, Ren Sheng, who was admitted to a prestigious university in Northeast China with great difficulty, simply stared blankly with his dark eyes.

  Nor did he mind how long he had been on the train, whether he was squeezed east and west, holding a mobile phone in his hand, with a gray avatar that never flashed, his bewildered eyes carried a firm emotion, looking out the window...

  It's obviously the same sky, but everyone's life trajectory is vastly different.

  Some people are still at the bottom of society, working hard to sell their labor just for simple survival; while others sit in luxurious air-conditioned rooms, drinking rich and mellow coffee, flipping through files and enjoying a comfortable life.

  The gap between the rich and the poor, the extreme polarization of the two extremes, yet behind it is a complex web of relationships.

  For women, the underclass like Xiang Yan, in order to survive, shuttle between song and dance halls, dirty factories, selling their most embarrassing youth; manipulating their most dull and fake smiles; wasting their originally vibrant life force.

  The scenery is as beautiful as the sun, with thousands of sails passing by, and there's a luxurious life, traveling through the red carpet and silver screen, fragrant clothes and beautiful hair, a slight smile, stunning beauty that captivates the city.

  No matter who the other person is, the world has its own rules. Behind the humble and lowly, there is a rare peace and happiness. After the beauty, it is an inexplicable sorrow that no one can understand...

  So people do their own things and fulfill their duties. If they want to change, they must pay the price, either by starving themselves, exhausting their bodies, or torturing their minds...