Chapter Fourteen: Is My Life Not a Life, After All?!

You put her in prison for two years, and when she came out, she couldn't even fart with three sticks! I haven't seen her smile since!""You broke her legs, she can't dance anymore, can't go home, and..."He Hanchuan, I didn't intentionally hurt Jiang Qingran at all. Why don't you believe me For the past two years, I've lived a life worse than death. After two years, you've once again destroyed my hope. Jiang Qingran's life is precious, but isn't Wang Wan's life also precious"

This was her first time crying after she got out of prison. She wasn't sobbing loudly, she just kept shedding tears. He Hanchuan frowned and looked at her. Two years ago, Xiang Wan cried and explained to him, he didn't have any ripples in his heart. But two years later, when he saw her cry, he felt agitated.

This emotional fluctuation caused him to purse his lips. He looked at her tear-stained eyes and frowned, "Xiang Wan, don't think about ending it all day in and day out. Even if you died like this, you would still go to hell, destined not to reach heaven."

"But if Hell didn't have you and Jiang Qingran, it would be Heaven to me. And now, the human world, because of you, is Hell!"

At that moment, the elevator doors “dinged” open.

“Fine, very fine.” He Hanchuan laughed angrily, clutching her arm and dragging her out of the elevator. The head supervisor of the cleaning department who happened to be at the elevator door was initially delighted to see He Hanchuan, but his face paled when he saw He Hanchuan dragging someone along. He hurried over: “Mr. He, what’s going on Did she upset you”

"Get out!"

The director of the cleaning department was so startled by that look that he froze in his tracks and didn't dare to approach.

W向晚 was in a lot of pain, both her legs and her stomach. Her legs were long and she took big steps, almost dragging her along until he dragged her into a room.

Then, he threw her to the ground.

But the next second, she was choked by him, just like two years ago. He Hanchuan's stunning face was an inch away from hers, their breaths mingling.

"Moona." His icy voice slowly rose, Moona's body involuntarily trembled. "Am I your hell Hmm"

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But He Hanchuan wasn't as agreeable as she wanted. He neither loosened his grip nor exerted himself fully. The skin under his hand was warm, and he could even feel the pulse beating beneath it.

Looking at her hopeless and dull eyes, he suddenly lowered his head and bit her lips, hard. Wan's pupils dilated slightly, she only felt a sharp pain on her lips, followed by the pungent smell of blood spreading between their lips.

Those lips, though dry and chapped, were like poppies, ensnaring He Hanchuan. He spoke in a hoarse voice, "Xiang Wan, since I am your hell, then remember, you can never escape."

Two years ago, she presented herself beautifully before him, but he didn't even look at her. Now, she stands before him in the dirtiest cleaning uniform, ragged and worn, and he kisses her.

She wanted to push him away, but she had no strength at all.

She felt his fingers reach under her shirt cuff, landing on her soft flesh. She shivered and gritted her teeth, "He Hanchuan, please don't do this to me, I beg you…"

The person beneath him was motionless. He held her by the neck, his head bowed as he looked at her. Her features were undeniably alive, yet now they appeared as lifeless ashes.

He suddenly woke up, letting go of her. His gaze fell on the bare shoulder exposed by her, where two unsightly old scars marred the porcelain-smooth skin. A trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he casually tossed his jacket over her, coldly saying, "Get out!"

But at this time,

But a knock came from the door behind me, followed by a familiar yet strange voice at the entrance: "Hanchuan Are you in your room"

Even if she turned to ashes, Hualian could recognize that voice. She looked up at He Hanchuan and saw his expression as usual. He lifted his leg to open the door, but she froze and grabbed his trousers. "I don't want to see her..."

He Hanchuan frowned, seeing her pale face, thinking she was scared. Just as he was about to say something, the door was flung open.

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