My stomach suffered pain leading to sharp pain; I held my stomach and coughed for a few hours. Raisa didn't intend to pick me up; she just squatted before me and said. "Stand up! What I hate the most is the weak appearance."Raisa's words stimulated me; I put my hands on the ground and forced myself to stand up. I couldn't stand up straight for a moment because the pain in my stomach kept throbbing. It took me a while to regain my breath, and the pain slowly subsided.Raisa crossed her arms in front of me; she was about to say something when she saw me smiling; she was dumbfounded and asked. "What are you laughing at? I kicked you in the stomach, isn't your brain already damaged? I've seen a lot when I've been beaten and can't stand up, but smiling is the first time I've seen it."I rubbed my swollen stomach; I guess there was a big bruise there, but the pain ignited my energy. I feel very comfortable; I look at Raisa and smile even brighter. "Is this what it feels like to fight?"Rai

Vincent:"If there were no hatred, we would be happy, right?"All day long, that question haunted me; I couldn't concentrate on anything. This morning, Orabella's godlike appearance as a lost soul was like a knife stabbing deep into my heart. Sometimes I also think, if I disapproved of this invasion, would she still be happy with her family? But it's too late to regret; everything has gone into its orbit. Instead of thinking about the past, I want to work harder for the future. To avoid being awkward, I pretended not to hear her whisper, trying to act normal.I find it funny that I'm not a nice person, nor am I the type to think about others. But ever since I met her, I've been like a different person. My priority is not territorial expansion or a war of interests. Instead, I want my woman to be able to smile every day.But is it still possible to have fun in the same situation as her? My feelings are not invisible to her, but there is no way she can accept it.I sighed, folded my boo

These seem to be the rare times that Vincent is so gentle with me that he turns into a different person. In my heart, a sudden fear of being speechless, Vincent's question from yesterday, repeated in my head.He wants to make up for me, every action, every gentle gesture. Could it be like Clement said, my mother is dead, and Vincent is hiding from me, so he feels guilty about wanting to make up for me?This thought made my whole body tremble; I dodged Vincent's touch, leaned back in my chair, and spoke. "I'm a bit tired; let's go home."Vincent stared at me momentarily; he didn't ask much, then started the car.During the journey, we did not say a word to each other, but we all had our thoughts in our hearts.When the car turned through a dark road, my eyes seemed to sink into the night; I asked. "What I told you the other day, when can I visit my mother." I lowered my face so that Vincent wouldn't see my anguished expression and choked. "I miss her."The car suddenly bounced up and t

I kept my promise and returned to the training ground at four o'clock. From a distance, I saw Raisa's worried look; she couldn't sit still because it was almost time for the appointment, and I still didn't return. Her nervousness disappeared as soon as she saw me and ran before me. "You scared me to death. The general just called and said he would be over earlier than usual because he wanted to see your practice; I kept imagining him coming before you returned; I couldn't stay still."My facial muscles stiffened, but I still managed to force a smile. On the way back, I thought a lot, and if I wanted to kill Vincent smoothly, I must not reveal my strangeness first. Vincent has excellent observation; he will discover if I am not careful."It's okay now; let's go inside." I smile, but my heart seems numb; I am like a beautiful porcelain doll without a soul.Raise was about to say something when her face turned white; she stammered and pointed her finger behind me. "General...."Seeing he

Orabella:Since that day, Vincent confined me in a room with four walls. He ordered the servants to bring things that could hurt me out of the room. Leave only soft, non-lethal things. Every day on time, someone will bring food and water, treat me like an animal kept in a glass cage and whisper loudly.I let out a sarcastic laugh. They even said that I was crazy, scared and quickly left the room.I didn't look at the food on the table even once. I did not eat or drink for five days but sat motionless, looking out the window. The only thing I care about right now is Edward's safety. I'm cut off from the outside world; no news can enter this room.Fear rose in my heart, but I could only sit on my knees helplessly, not knowing what to do. I feel so useless; I hate my current self.Time passes very slowly; every hour that passes is like a century. I looked outside; the sky was already dark, and another meaningless day had passed.At seven o'clock, the maid brought the evening, and when sh