Due to her depression and the fact that she ate too fast, she stuffed a few pieces into her mouth and started vomiting. Tears of grievance flowed unceasingly.
Previously, Ye Si Ze could only quietly admire He i’s wolfing down manner, but later, seeing her puke from eating, his expression changed slightly. Standing up, he walked in front of her and pulled her up from her seat.
She ixin was unable to adapt to the way he treated her as if she was split by her personality. Due to his obscene behavior, she did not dare to move about recklessly and could only allow him to wipe her mouth.
"Tell , what do you want to eat?" Wiping her mouth clean, he threw the napkin on the table, then held her face and asked softly.
It was the first ti he had spoken to her in such a soft voice, and it made her feel even more terrible than usual.
She didn’t dare to open her mouth. She was afraid that if she wasn’t careful, she would say another wrong sentence or say the sa thing. When that happened, he would shoot her to vent his anger.
Looking at her sad expression, he raised his hand to gently wipe away the tears on her face. Then he said, "If you don’t want to eat, then don’t."
"No, I want to eat it, I like to eat it ..." She was afraid that he was going to shoot the chef again, so she imdiately shook her head and prepared to turn around and start eating again. However, he was stopped by him. "Alright, I understand. You don’t need to eat anymore. I won’t kill him."
"Really?" She raised her eyes in disbelief to look at him, who stood so tall before her.
"Really." He nodded and said seriously.
"Can I go back to my room to rest now?" She felt very tired, very tired, not wanting to face him. She didn’t know why, but the feeling he gave her was so moody, as if any carelessness would anger him, and standing in front of him, she had to be careful.
"Go." He let go of her shoulders and fixed her with his deep eyes.
With his permission, she seed to have received a special order of forgiveness. She imdiately turned around and ran out of the restaurant. Watching her leaving, he beca absent-minded for a mont. A familiar figure flashed through his mind.
Outside.
My na is Ye Si Ze, and I don’t know why I have such a na. Since I can rember, there has only been one relative in my life, and that is my mother.
My voice is English, my mother is English, I never knew who my father was until I was eighteen.
I still can’t forget that day.
Not just because it was Christmas.
The weather was exceptionally cold. I bought Helen a Christmas present. Helen was a beautiful Singaporean girl, and we were classmates, and from the first mont I saw her, I found myself in love with her, and she, she later told , fell in love with from the first mont she saw .
We had an appointnt to spend the night in a bar near the school, but when I was ready to go out, there were a couple of n in black at the house.
They pushed back into the house, wearing long black coats and dark glasses.
My mother seed frightened. She shivered behind .
I didn’t understand what was going on. Who were they? I was about to ask when a middle-aged man appeared in front of .
He didn’t look very strong. His eyes were sunken in, as if there was sothing wrong with his body.
"My son." That was the first thing he said when he saw .
I turned to my mother, stunned, to ask her what was going on, but before she could open her mouth, the man who had called my son ordered his n to take her by the throat.
"What are you doing?" Startled, I asked loudly.
"I need you to inherit everything from , so I have to make you stronger." Then, with a wave of his hand, there was the sound of a gunshot, and my frail mother fell heavily to the ground, dead.
"You demon." At that ti, I was filled with grief and indignation. I rushed in front of him and raised my fist to smash his face. However, I was blocked by his subordinate.
"I’ll give you five months. If you can’t make yourself strong enough to kill , then I’ll personally co and kill you." He ordered his n to take out of the house, catch a night plane, and fly to Arica.
I don’t know what he’s trying to do, but I do know that I hate him, very, very much!
After arriving in the United States, he threw into the most chaotic district in the city, where he wanted to hone my skills.
Without my mother, I felt as if my world had collapsed in half. In this hellish place, I watched every day as people died before my eyes, drunk on drugs, trying to take the lives of an innocent person for a few dollars. I wanted to run, but I couldn’t.
I lived like a beggar in this neighborhood. I didn’t dare talk to anyone here, but even so, I couldn’t escape their hands. I rember that the first ti I was beaten was only because the place where I slept was blocking their path. No, to be more precise, the road was very wide, and I didn’t obstruct their path. However, they didn’t seem to like , so they beat up.
It was the first ti in my life I had been beaten so badly, and there was no dication, no money, no ID, nothing at all, so I curled up like an ant in this dark corner. At that ti, my heart was dead, and the only thought I had was Helen in England.
With the first beating, and the second, I had beco less afraid.
With the second, third, and fourth ti, as more and more people started to make trouble for , I found myself becoming less afraid of him. I knew that if I wasn’t stronger, I would never have the chance to see Helen again in my life. Thus, for Helen’s sake, I quickly blended into that hell-like world.
I joined so small gangs and started so drug deals with them, and as ti went on and the amount of bullets I had embedded in increased, and with the unshakable conviction that I was going to beco famous all over the block, I wasn’t afraid of death, I just couldn’t die, I let Helen wait for that wild night, and I had to get back alive and give her an explanation, and even then it wouldn’t matter if she had a new boyfriend.
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