For Rosa to recount such things herself is indeed difficult. After all, Rosa was only 12 years old that year, and she was in a state of terror and distress... Shi Nian decided to take control, guiding her and accompanying her to retrace that year once again.
Shi Nian asked, "I rember on the phone that day, you vaguely ntioned ’starting with drawing, reading, listening to music.’ You used the word ’start.’ Does that an initially you didn’t directly go to give yourself to that old man?
In Shi Nian’s palm, Rosa’s fingertips were icy cold.
"Yes," she answered with a tremble, "Everything was sunny, peaceful, and beautiful at the beginning, so I absolutely didn’t expect things to happen like that later... And because of this, when those things happened afterward, I was more terrified and found it harder to endure."
Shi Nian thought silently to himself, there might be two reasons:
First, the clown allowed Rosa to draw, read, and listen to music in a peaceful and beautiful atmosphere, which in itself was a form of training. Once the training was complete, he would then hand her over to that old man.
Second, there’s a possibility that the clown didn’t initially intend to treat Rosa as a child bride. However, due to an unexpected turn of events, he eventually changed his mind.
The first scenario is very vile, while the second is equally vile but sowhat understandable.
Shi Nian asked again, "In your story, you’ve been emphasizing a particular description: when the old man ca, you couldn’t wake up. Was it because you were too sleepy, or did you take so hypnotic drugs before sleeping, or was it so other kind of feeling?"
Rosa shook her head in bewildernt with her eyes closed, "I really don’t know... But it wasn’t because I was too sleepy, nor did I take anything special before bed. You know, ever since I knew the old man ca at night, I was actually alert in my heart, so I couldn’t possibly have been that sleepy, and it couldn’t have been sothing in the food without noticing. It’s just that inexplicable feeling of not being able to wake up... although my senses were very clear, I just couldn’t wake up."
Shi Nian felt a silent stir in his heart.
Then Shi Nian slowed down his tone again, "Let’s move on to the most difficult part—tell more about that old man."
"Rosa, listen to . We recall not to taste that pain again but to catch him! To return all the pain he caused us and to not let him escape justice!"
Although Rosa’s previous account was tense, it was relatively calm, but at this mont, she couldn’t remain calm. She wanted to get angry; her subconscious was resisting in this way or wanting to avoid it.
"I told you I couldn’t wake up, so why are you still asking ? I couldn’t open my eyes; I could only feel his hand. Why do you need to keep asking ..."
By the ti she got to this point, Rosa was already crying uncontrollably.
"I know you couldn’t wake up, and I know you couldn’t open your eyes. But listen to , you can still ’see’ him. For example, even if you couldn’t wake up, you still knew he was an old man because you could sense the skin on his hand... So believe in yourself, you can definitely recall more details."
"Identifying a person’s characteristics is not limited to appearance; there are many other details. Let help you, okay?"
Rosa, after all, is also a strong woman. After crying for a while, she wiped away her tears and resolutely nodded, "What do you want to do?"
"Close your eyes," Shi Nian gently instructed, "Let’s recall from the most profound hand impression you have. You said you felt the aging skin on his hand, so besides that touch, was there anything else? Like whether he wore a ring, a watch, or any kind of accessory?"
Rosa jolted, then exclaid, "Yes! A large one, on what seed to be his ring finger! Every ti it touched , it felt so cold, like the fangs of a viper!"
"Anything else?" Shi Nian patiently guided, "People’s finger shapes are different, and so people have special conditions. For instance, six fingers, broken fingers; calluses on a particular spot of the palm, or even scars."
Rosa thought for a mont, "That person’s little finger seed particularly weak... Also, even when his hand was on , he couldn’t stop it from trembling."
"Was there a particular sll on his hand or body?"
Rosa thought hard for a mont, then hesitantly said, "... Chinese dicine?"
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In the guest room, Ye He and Xiao Mai were also wide awake.
Ye He couldn’t help but mutter, "Anyway, I really dislike Rosa. How she wronged our captain back then, even if the captain swallowed his pride, we all know! I really don’t understand why the captain brought her here to live together. The captain is generous, but why do we have to see her all the ti?"
Xiao Mai chuckled, "The captain is not soone who acts impulsively; she must have a reason for doing this. Haven’t you thought of Xiong Jie?"
Ye He was startled for a mont, "Are you saying the captain wants to protect Rosa?"
Xiao Mai nodded, "Rosa and Xiong Jie are sowhat alike; they were both the captain’s adversaries. Although the captain is generous, she cannot avoid being affected by hostile feelings. So even though the captain tried to help Xiong Jie, Xiong Jie still died later; the captain must have noticed Rosa facing so danger this ti. The captain doesn’t want Xiong Jie’s tragedy to repeat, so she has set aside all personal grudges this ti."
Ye He went a bit pale, "Does that an Rosa might bring danger into this house too?"
Xiao Mai boldly rolled up her sleeves, showed off her biceps, "Don’t worry, I’m here!"
Ye He laughed imdiately, "Yeah, Mr. Tang ntioned your background; your family runs a martial arts school, you’re a fighter girl! But really, I couldn’t tell."
Xiao Mai giggled, "That’s the best, once I make a move, you’ll have to lie on the ground to see it."
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Huangfu Huazhang’s Castle.
The air was solemn.
With Xia Zuo and Senmu accompanying him in Huangfu Huazhang’s room, the rest of the servants were silent, standing in the hallway, each with a look of dread.
Sir was in a furious rage, shattering all the tea sets.
Sir hadn’t been this angry for years, or even if he had been before, he’d held back, but this ti he couldn’t.
Although Sir didn’t say why, everyone could guess it was about Missy.
Today, Missy returned from Singapore, Sir had the servants do a deep cleaning three days in advance and specifically instructed the kitchen to prepare Missy’s favorite desserts... yet Sir returned by himself.
He returned himself.
"Walked" back alone.
Sir’s legs actually managed to walk back over the mountain path, which hints at the depth of his despair.
Seeing him calm down a bit after smashing the tea set, Xia Zuo couldn’t help but gently advise, "Sir, what’s the matter? If there’s anything displeasing, you could instruct your subordinates to handle it..."
"Shut up!" Huangfu Huazhang glanced over, "What do you want to do? Want to eliminate soone for ?!"
Xia Zuo frowned, "Sir misunderstands, we certainly wouldn’t do anything to Missy."
Huangfu Huazhang leaned back, closed his eyes, "Ever since she got back from Singapore, sothing’s been off, so it seems her trip to Singapore made her discover sothing again. She’s particularly concerned about ng Chuyan’s death, and I can’t understand how such a trivial matter could be handled in this way on your part!"
Xia Zuo was also dismal, "Sir is right to chastise. She was rely a minor role, so I thought dealing with her shouldn’t have been a significant issue, yet... she committed suicide."
"You thought she was a minor role without any significant issues?" Huangfu Huazhang couldn’t help but laugh, "But how did you forget, Tang Yanqing was right there with her!"
Xia Zuo’s face turned pale, "Ultimately, we didn’t expect ng Chuyan to choose suicide, catching us off guard."
Upon hearing this, Huangfu Huazhang finally cald down, raising his long brows as he gazed at the dim lights outside the window, "Suicide is also a form of courage. Maybe she was braver than everyone else."
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Huangfu Huazhang’s castle.
The atmosphere was solemn.
Xia Zuo and Senmu were in the room with Huangfu Huazhang, while the other servants stood silent in the hallway, all with looks of fear on their faces.
The master had a massive outburst and smashed all the tea sets.
It had been many years since the master had such an outburst, or even if he was angry before, he had always suppressed it, but this ti he couldn’t hold back.
Although he didn’t say why, everyone could guess it was because of Miss.
Today, Miss returned from Singapore, and the master, having instructed the kitchen to prepare Missy’s favorite dishes in advance, had co back alone.
He had returned on his own.
"Walked" back.
The master’s legs had actually carried him back uphill by himself.
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