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You don't deserve my love

[WARNING: R18+, MATURE CONTENT ] "You can't leave me like this," a broken piece of words left his mouth. Yinlan was confused by the scene that was unfolding in front of her. She might be dying slowly, but is her desire so strong for her unwanted love, which she wished for her whole life, that she is experiencing something unbelievable? She could hear his erratic heartbeat, which was frantic and agitated while he was cradling her in his arms. But she was confused by his unsteady behavior. She thought her death would bring him happiness, which he thought she had taken away from him. So why was he showing different behavior which was unknown to her? What more does he want from her? Is torturing her whole life not enough?

Dream_Fairy · Urbano
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38 Chs

Chapter 11: you are leaving again?

Yinlan sat down on the edge of the window after opening the door, ignoring the couch. After making herself comfortable, she started flapping her legs in and out toward the outside of the window as a child while thinking. Her mind was already occupied with other things. There were so many questions running through her mind.

Pulling her hand toward the sun in an attempt to catch it, she stated, "I somewhere read that there is the possibility for humans to return back in time, but never even imagined that, and the cost of that possibility is death. Does this mean that those who love their lives will never have the chance to travel back in time? This sound ridiculous?" A sinister smile appeared on her sweet face. It was really amusing for her to think that those people who made her suffer through hell now don't know what their future holds.

While sitting at the window, she never realized that a car stopped at the entrance of the hospital building she is currently in. The recent events of her previous life were racing through her head, still fresh and making her impossible to believe she was alive and that all of the agony she had gone through occurred in her previous existence.

A wave of anger hung on her face when she said, "I think this is their time to pay the price for making me suffer." Pausing in amusement, she asked, "How should I make them suffer?"

However, she suddenly grew glum as she experienced the same headache"God! That hurt." She holds her chest tightly as she breathes deeply and whispers, "What kind of drug did they put into my body? It really hurts. I can't do anything if I am still this vulnerable. Before doing anything, I need to secure myself first."

She said immediately, cocking her head in the direction of the door, "I have to get out of this place."

As she was deliberating her next move, she noticed that the door knob was beginning to move, and in a blink of an eye, the door opened.

Beyond the door, a voice that was trying to be calm but still had a trace of shaking said, "I would at least think of wearing shoes before I try committing suicide."

A familiar but terrifying voice drew YinLan's attention to the door.

She saw a girl standing in her school uniform, holding shoes box in her hand, in front of her eyes. Her hair was short, reaching just a little down to her shoulder, and she had beautiful black eyes, which shocked and fixated on Yinlan. There was terrible anxiety on the girl's face who just found YinLan sitting on the edge of the window.

However, YinLan's demeanor was far more frightening than that girl was. It was as if she had seen a ghost.

Her heart is throbbing loudly in her ear as she clenches her chest to breathe after seeing the person in front of her. Her entire stomach turned upside down, making her nauseated.

She exclaimed, "Anjing!" her mouth fluttering from the faint whisper. She added, "You are alive," pausing as she lost her balance.

Yinlan discovers that her body is slipping out of the window like a clay doll because of that shock. She even forgot that she was carrying a baby inside of her because that person's face made her lose every bit of reasoning inside of her. She didn't even make an attempt to struggle and protect herself. It was as if she had gone into shock, causing her body to lose all of its strength. The trauma of her past now taking control of her may be why she became helpless again. She doesn't even have the strength to hold anything just to make herself safe, nor does she wish to hold anything.

She even felt she might die from a heart attack or suffocation before dying from a fall.

Why wouldn't she? It hasn't been long since she woke up from her nightmare and accepted the new world, but she is already getting visited by the nightmares of her life one by one.

And the person in front of her is a recent trauma from before her death, whose sight is still fresh in her mind.

As soon as she fell, a worried exclamation, "Sister," rang in YinLan's ear, raspy and waxy from fear.

Stoic disbelief coursed through her body, Anjing lips quietly fluttering, "How did this happen?"

"No! Help!" Anjing screamed after seeing Yinlan slip through the corner of the window. She threw away the stuff she was holding as she ran towards the window.

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A few hours Ago...

"Beep !"

"Who is the one calling early in the morning? Let me sleep a little more." Anjing cut the phone, which was ringing even without seeing the name on the phone. Her eyes were feeling so drowsy that they did not even want to open. She was awake until three in the morning last night because she was playing the game. It was really the climax of the game and the final fight, which was why she had no choice but to finish the game. but she didn't think killing the boss would take so much time. Even though she slept late, she does not have to worry about school because the school will start at Noon today because of the annual function.

But her peace did not last long, and her phone rang again.

Huffing in irritation, she picked up the phone, but she didn't have the energy to open her eyes or even speak, so she just held the phone near her ear.

"Anjing! Are you still asleep?" A man's voice asked on the phone:

Anjing replied in her half-sleeping voice, "Hmm."

"I have a favor to ask." The man's voice appeared agitated, which made Anjing reflexively open her eyes.

Anjing's annoyance reached its limit as she got a glimpse of her wall clock. Suppressing her anger inside her, she asked, "What kind of favor is it that makes you call me at six in the morning, brother?" She did feel that she hadn't slept enough, but to think someone would wake her up just after three hours of sleep And that person is none other than her brother. She wants to murder him now without any reservations in her heart. But she knows her brother well, so if he is calling her this early in the morning, then there must be some problem.

"What is it? Why are you silent all of a sudden?" Anjing became flustered and instantly sat straight on the bed as she heard some strange noise. Holding tight to her phone, she anxiously asked, "You are leaving again?"