Her First Death Anniversary
Editor: Atlas Studios
At night, Pei Ziheng would caress the wounds on her ankle with his slender fingers. "Xiao Ling, why make yourself suffer? If you had listened to me, I wouldn't have treated you this way," he said with a soft sigh.
She trembled in his arms, afraid that he would see through the pain that she was hiding, her hatred and disgust for him, and how desperate she was to escape this nightmare.
If he realized anything, he would torture her agonizingly.
Therefore, she never dared to write down the lyrics for her song.
She could only scream the lyrics repeatedly in her head. However, she had trouble composing the melody. Pei Ziheng once consulted professionals to analyze her manuscripts, yet psychologists and scientists had frowned and said that these were not music scores, but just a result of hallucinations driven by long-term captivity.
Thus, Pei Ziheng was cleared of his doubts.