Wife Can't Escape

Chapter 55

Song Luan's face was pale and her lips were trembling. It seemed as if there was a basin of cold water pouring directly from her head. Her heart felt like it was constantly falling. Her knee was shaking uncontrollably, "You say...what?"

Zhao Nanyu used a little strength to pinch her chin. He glanced at her lightly. His eyes were cold. "I killed him. Are you distressed?"

Zhao Nanyu couldn't tolerate Song Luan's concern for other men.

He remembered that she liked that boy named Huai Jin very much. She redeemed the man from slavery, bought him a yard, and raised him for several years. In the past, he felt nothing, but now he couldn't tolerate it at all.

As long as he thought of Song Luan's smile, and her closeness to that man, his heart was like being bitten by ants. He would feel pain for long periods of time.

Song Luan's ears were buzzing. Zhao Nanyu's words were like a heavy blow. It hit her head straight. She couldn't breathe. Her throat was hoarse and her eyes were red. "You killed him?!"

She raised her face, and her red eyes wide open as it stared at his face.

She couldn't calm down and asked him in a low voice, "What are you doing by killing him?! How can you?!"

Song Luan's words were not clear. She was trembling while trying to open her mouth, "Do you know...do you know that it was him who saved me? Is your heart so cruel? Why?"

She was about to cry.

After transmigrating, Song Luan actually regarded herself as an outsider. She regarded everyone as characters in the book–just virtual people, but gradually, these people left a mark on her heart.

Zhao Nanyu gently wiped the water from the corners of her eyes with his thumb, "You haven't answered me. Do you love him?"

Song Luan couldn't stop sneering, "Yes."

And she gave him a provocative look. "Yes, I love him. What do you want to do then? Do you want to kill me too? You..."

Haven't you already thought of killing me since before?

Zhao Nanyu then asked, "Since he saved you, why did you lie to me?"

Song Luan's fear of Zhao Nanyu was natural.

She always had nightmares these days.

In her dream, the sky seems to be stained with bright red blood. Zhao Nanyu stood on the high wall, coldly watching the corpses below him. He held a sharp sword in his hand, and his white clothes were stained with blood. His flawless face was also splashed with blood.

He had no expression, no waves in his eyes, and his dark pupils were like a pool of stagnant water, gazing at the world in a gloomy and silent way.

He was the male lead of this world. He had the biggest golden finger given by God.

He was cruel.

He was violent.

He always had the upper hand, and no one could stand against him.

Song Luan in the dream looked at him quietly, and a familiar feel came from the inside of her body. That kind of feeling was like being spilled with sulfuric acid. It was corroding her body gradually. She could even hear the sound of her kidney being eroded.

Song Luan felt pain every time she dreamed of it.

She stood not far away from Zhao Nanyu. She stretched out her hand and wanted to ask him for help. But when she looked carefully, she found that the sword in the man's hand had already penetrated her heart.