The entire person jolted upright from the recliner, darting back into the room in terror. He dashed to the bed, retrieving a fruit knife from under the pillow with startling speed, his eyes fixed warily on Chenxing as she entered.
In his eyes, Chenxing was no longer Chenxing but the repulsive group of men!
Those men were inhuman, capable of doing despicable things to him!
Cold sweat dripped down his back.
His heart pounded wildly and out of sync!
Hua Hua trembled with fear. Those nightmares had never vanished from his mind, nor had his inner knot ever been unravelled. Every time, he endured that terror like a wounded little beast, silently suffering, suppressing, burying it in the depths of his soul. The deeper it was buried, the more malignant it became, like a festering tumor that couldn't be touched.
Chenxing, clueless about what was happening, tried approaching Hua Hua. But in the next second, he lunged at her furiously with the knife.
