Chapter 6 My Faith Is My Life!
- Looking up again, he saw a truncated thumb. Not all five of Tang Jing’s right hand fingers were intact; her pinky finger was severed, looking isolated and sticking out like a sore thumb.
- At that moment, the evil, handsome man was unable to restrain his voice and yelled, “What’s happened?!”
- Tang Jing laughed maniacally as she did five years ago, like a lunatic, with Bo Cheng’s shocked expression reflected in her eyes. “Isn’t this a gift you gave me personally? Bo Cheng, I’ve had enough of the misery that you’ve given me in this life. Please show some mercy and let me go!”
- Please show some mercy and let me go!
- Bo Cheng took a few steps back, loosening his grip on her hand weakly, and he looked up at her in disbelief.
- There was no love in those shattered eyes, only hatred—the kind of hatred that was carved into the bone marrow, blazing in her orbs in self-immolation.
- The pain spread so unexpectedly, leaving him defenceless. It was like reaching out and grabbing hard onto something, but the next second, it slipped through his fingers and was smashed into fragments. This kind of impaling pain that was impossible to guard against began to spread densely throughout his body.
- Yes… He wanted to put her in prison and make her regret for the rest of her life, but why did it come to this…
- Who tortured her in prison? Who ruined her pride?
- Bo Cheng kept staring at Tang Jing, and suddenly there was a violent fear in his heart. He was afraid he could no longer understand the woman standing before him. Evidently they were married for five years, but why did he feel like she was a stranger now?
- Of course, Bo Cheng did not understand that, for five years, Tang Jing had gone mad, done foolish things, and lost her sanity. Those five years of despair had killed her countless times, turning her into a complete joke!
- Looking up again, all that was left in Tang Jing’s eyes were ferocious hatred.
- Bo Cheng left Tang Jing’s house as though he was fleeing. After slamming the door hard, he stood at the door and held his collar tightly with his back arched—he was breathless, as if suffocating.
- Why has Tang Jing… become like this? What exactly happened to her in those five years…?
- This is clearly what I would have loved to see, but why…
- On the other side of the door, Tang Jing’s body collapsed, and she leaned against Tang Ze, suffering in silence.
- After a long time, she groaned depressively, as if she wanted to roar her soul out.
- At this moment, all the temptations that were hidden under the calm waves surged toward her more violently, and the dark days seemed to be clamoring for her to be dragged inside again. Tang Jing was shivering, and Tang Ze, whom she was leaning on, kept his back straight as a pencil.
- “Mommy… do you want milk?”
- Closing her eyes, tears rolled down Tang Jing’s cheeks.
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- After a crazy night, they thought Bo Cheng would stop bothering them, but the next afternoon, something happened that caught Tang Jing off guard.