Chapter 933: Her Exclusive mory
Regenerating a broken arm?
In fact, Leng Zhiyuan had already guessed it. Because Zhou Yao cut off Ye Ziyi’s right arm ten years ago on that ship. But Ye Ziyi’s right arm looked perfectly intact, no one would have guessed that the arm had once been injured.
So it must be that Ye Ziyi knew a man who possessed great power.
Nothing’s new under the sun. For instance, Han Xuan can disguise herself at will. And the old man before Leng Zhiyuan’s very eyes has hands that perform miracles.
While Leng Zhiyuan was in a daze, she felt a black coat draped around her shoulders and a gentle voice saying, “Put this on, or you might catch a cold.”
It was Ye Ziyi.
Leng Zhiyuan didn’t look at him. Instead, she looked up into the distance, “How long are you going to cage ?”
“Zhiyuan, this isn’t a cage. You’ll like this place eventually. It’s spring all year round here. We’ll be very happy.”
“Happy?” Leng Zhiyuan smirked. “So to fulfill your happiness, are you going to... erase my mories?”
Like the daughter of that middle-aged couple.
Ye Ziyi stood beside Leng Zhiyuan with his hands behind his back. He glanced at the woman’s pale and delicate little face and said, “Yes.”
He wanted her to only rember him.
Leng Zhiyuan was not surprised. Of course, he would ask the High Priest to take away her mory. She said nothing more and turned around and left.
...
The High Priest soon arrived. Leng Zhiyuan sat by the bed. When the High Priest waved his callused hands, which looked like the gear of life, in front of her, she felt tired and her eyelids beca heavy. She wanted to close her eyes.
However, she clenched her fists tightly and pinched her nails into her palms. She used this pain to warn herself not to close her eyes! Not to close her eyes!
Ye Ziyi waited outside the room. Ten minutes later, the High Priest ca out. He shook his head repeatedly, “Mr. Ye, Miss Leng has unparalleled perseverance. She guarded the door of her heart firmly against intruders. This ti was a failure.”
Ye Ziyi nodded. A gentle smile appeared on his face, “She is a very special woman. It is only reasonable to fail the first ti. However, the High Priest’s rebirth technique is superb. I believe that as long as the High Priest is persistent, slowly but surely, her mories will fade away. We have plenty of ti.”
The high priest smiled and said, “Mr. Ye, please rest assured. No human will can outcompete divine power. As long as there’s have ti, I will definitely complete my mission.”
Ye Ziyi bowed elegantly to express his gratitude.
The High Priest left.
Ye Ziyi stood in front of the window on the door and looked into the room. Leng Zhiyuan was sitting in front of the writing desk. She took out a pencil from the pencil holder and started writing in a small notebook.
She wrote each stroke very carefully. Half of her beautiful face bathed in gentleness. She was writing slowly the words ‘Zhou Yao.’
She wrote the na again and again and again...
She wanted to carve this na deep in her soul.
She knew that her mory would slip through her fingers like sand, but she wanted to rember him. Even if it’s just his na, no one could take away this exclusive mory about him from her life.
...
For a whole month, Leng Zhiyuan acknowledged that she lived comfortably and satisfied. There were designated people who helped her with food, clothing, and traveling. Ye Ziyi did not restrict her freedom. She could travel freely within this beautiful island.
However, there was one thing. The High Priest visits her every week. She already felt that her will was slowly collapsing. The enemy was about to break into her heart.
She would still write Zhou Yao’s na every day. She would think about what he was doing at the mont. She knew that he must be looking for her. She knew that he would not give up on her.
It’s just that when would he finally arrive?
Ye Ziyi ordered all the paper and ink to be removed from the room. She did not mind. She went outside and found a stone. She sat on the bed and carved the na into the wall stroke by stroke — Zhou Yao...
Then one day, she went outside and strolled around. She could not find a single stone. It did not matter. She went back to her room and held out her fair palm. She traced Zhou Yao’s na over and over in her palm with her index finger.
At this mont, the door was pushed open. Creak.
Ye Ziyi walked in.
She didn’t raise her head, she only smiled and asked, “Ye Si, don’t you know how to knock before you enter others’ rooms? Where are your manners?”
Ye Ziyi knew from a glance what she was writing. He stepped forward to her side, “Zhiyuan, stop writing. It’s useless. You’ll forget him sooner or later. Give up already. Tonight is a good ti. Let’s celebrate together.”
“Oh, a good night?”
“Our wedding night.”
Leng Zhiyuan froze. Then, she slowly raised her head to look at him. Although she was smiling, there was no joy in her eyes. “Ye Si, what kind of joke is this? Wedding? and you?”
Ye Ziyi reached out his hand to touch her face. Her smooth skin infatuated him. “I had been preparing for the wedding ceremony a month ago. Tonight is the night when you beco the female owner of this island.”
Leng Zhiyuan could not fake the smile anymore. His intimate actions made her even more disgusted. “Don’t touch !” She turned her head to avoid him.
But her attempt proved useless because Ye Ziyi imdiately pinched her chin with his two fingers. He’d pinch harder every ti she tried to get away, so she frowned in pain.
The man bowed his back. Although his tone was as gentle as usual, there was an elent of danger, “Zhiyuan, a month the limit I can allow for. Don’t test my patience again, okay?”
Leng Zhiyuan t his gaze coldly, “Why? Do you want to kill ?”
“I can’t bear to do that,” Ye Ziyi kissed her red lips softly. “You don’t have to attend a wedding ceremony. I don’t think you want to attend anyway. You just have to wait for on the bed obediently tonight!”
Ye Ziyi let go of her and turned to leave.
The mont the door closed, Leng Zhiyuan felt sick. There was a stream of acid swelling up to her chest. She quickly ran to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet.
What made her this sick?
She touched her chest and felt her stomach twisting. She even threw up so stomach acid.
She wiped her red lips with force. There remained so of Ye Ziyi’s scent.
It must be this scent that made her feel disgusted and sick.
Leng Zhiyuan felt as if all strength had left her body. She dropped to the floor. Her stomach felt unwell, so laid her hands on it.
She was trying to think fast. What was she going to do? Is there no way out of what’s going to happen at night?
At this mont, Ye Ziyi was the butcher’s knife, and she was the fish at his rcy. This island was like an iron cage, trapping her in. He’s got eyes everywhere, so she can’t escape.
No, she would not give up without a fight!
Even if it was a one-in-a-million chance, she had to try.
A sharp light shone in Leng Zhiyuan’s eyes.
...
Before long, the sky had dimd, and it was nightti. Leng Zhiyuan sat alone in her room and waited. It was very lively outside. She could hear the faint sound of firecrackers, music, and laughter.
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