He Does Not Allow Her to Breathe
Translated by nightcache
Edited and translated by anks
“If you’re worried about the exam…,” Han Qilu pauses . He gazes at her, godlike, enunciating every word and phrase, “I can order them to delay it . Or rather, I can easily order them to put your class in first place . ”
Han Qilu usually speaks like an arrogant king, doing whatever he wants . He really can do whatever he likes . However, this attitude doesn’t appeal to her . Does he really think he’s a god?
Scoffing, she shakes off his grip on her wrist and brushes past him .
A light breeze blows, causing a few strands of her hair to gently sweep against the side of Han Qilu’s face . The slight itch brings an indescribable fluttery
feeling . “We are not possible, Han Qilu . ”
Han Qilu’s eyelashes gradually droop . An Chuxia doesn’t notice the dejection on Han Qilu’s insufferably arrogant, handsome face . But even the sky darkens, like it feels his sorrow and grief .
“After the second exam, I will be waiting for you outside the school entrance . My mom wants you to come back to eat . ” Afraid that An Chuxia won’t acquiesce, he adds, “Don’t disappoint her . ”
After the conversation ends, An Chuxia’s cool fingertips accidentally brush against the ice-cold door handle of the rooftop . Her fingers go rigid for a moment as she opens the door . She firmly leaves the rooftop without glancing back at Han Qilu, yet, Han Qilu remains planted, back turned away from the
the door . He, himself, doesn’t understand what’s wrong with him, but merely feels the pain of those years Xiang Mankui gave to him, haunt him again . And this kind of pain seems to be more unbearable than any physical kind .
“Damn it!” In the end, he curls his hand into a fist, and ruthlessly punches the railing . He creates a small dent on the spot he just hit,closely proceeding with a flow of blood .
And his complexion does not change in the slightest .
An Chuxia reopens the rooftop door, and witnesses Han Qilu’s bleeding right hand . Drops of blood start pooling on the rooftop floor .
At first, she receives a call from Xiao Mingluo, setting the time for their meeting at noon . She’s already taken the
taken the opportunity to help rid of Ou Xi by pretending to be his girlfriend .
Naturally, she doesn’t want to disappoint Jiang Yuan . After all, she’s someone who treats her sincerely . Therefore, she thought of informing him that she might be a little late in meeting him at the school’s entrance . Never did she expect to observe such a scene .
She felt choked, as if a piece of rock is blocking the pit of her stomach, causing her to be unable to breathe .
At the sound of the door opening, Han Qilu’s ice cold face turns towards the doorway, only to see the evident shock on her face . He thought it might be Ling Hanyu or Xiao Mingluo . However, he never expected her .
He unobtrusively hides his unobtrusively hides his hand behind his back . He doesn’t want her to see him hurt . He casually averts his gaze before asking, unperturbed, “Is there something else?”
Knowing her, she wouldn’t have returned unless there was something else . As a matter of fact, everything he just said was the truth: Jiang Yuan indeed called him to invite An Chuxia to come for lunch this afternoon . Then, did she return to reject him? She’ll even refuse Jiang Yuan’s request? His gaze adopts a trace of coldness .
He raises the corner of his mouth, shelving away his emotions in his heart . “If you dislike going back there to eat, then do not go . My mom, she is unlikely to go as far as dying because you did not come to eat . ”