Quick Wear: Waiting for an Opportunity

Chapter 1501 The Exploiter of the Great Demon (24)

It turns out that in this world, many problems cannot be easily solved by simply making way or leaving!

Giving in, giving in unconditionally, will only embolden others to take advantage of you and hurt the person who gave in.

Miss Biao was utterly innocent; she gently gave instructions to everyone.

Mountain Spirit: "You may all leave now and go about your own business!"

Servant: "Yes, Miss!"

Maid: "Yes, Miss!"

Everyone left, but Miss Biao stood there, unable to recover for a long time.

A sense of powerlessness, sadness, and pain overwhelmed her life. Countless struggles raged within her, forcing her to suppress the pain. Her tearless, almost-crying appearance was truly heartbreaking.

Her body slowly knelt down, leaning against the railing and resting her head on the bars—a testament to her profound grief.

Her maid, her life that had already ended, was saved from death because of a man who had decided to give up, because of a woman's jealousy—how ironic.

Looking back on her life, she suffered so much. For the sake of a vague and illusory love, for an emotion that wavered between loving and not loving, she almost lost everything.

The blow to her heart and the severe damage to her soul had truly reached their limit.

The woman sat on the ground for a long time, looking lost and dejected. It wasn't until nightfall, when the head of the family finished dealing with family affairs, that he rushed to visit her. When he pushed open the door, he thought the room was dark because she was still asleep.

When he flicked his sleeve and turned on the light in the room, his gaze fell on the bed. Only then did he realize that the person was not still resting on the bed. Instead, the blanket was half-open, and the person was nowhere to be seen.

The head of the family was flustered and anxious, and immediately began to call out softly to find someone.

The great demon cried out, "Sister, sister!"

Great Demon: "Sister..."

Finally, upon entering through the window, I saw Miss Biao, disheveled, frail, and powerless, leaning blankly against the railing, sitting on the ground.

He felt a pang of heartache, yet also a sense of confusion. He slowly walked over and took her hands and arms in his arms.

She spoke in a low, gentle voice.

Great Demon: "Little sister, what's wrong?"

The Great Demon: "Why are you sitting here? What's going on?"

Great Demon: "Huh?"

Miss Biao's lips twitched slightly, her eyes filled with despair and hatred, a hint of unruly smile on her face, her eyes brimming with tears, and with a gentle blink, tears slowly streamed down her cheeks.

He spoke softly in a weak, low voice.

Mountain Spirit: "I know everything!"

Mountain Spirit: "Why are you so cruel? It's not enough that you've hurt my personal feelings; you even harm people! What wrong has my maid done? Why are you hurting me like this?"

Mountain Spirit: "Huh?"

Mountain Spirit: "What did I do wrong?"

Her hands were weak, but she managed to grab his arm and the sleeve of his shirt, gently nibbling at the fabric. Her hands were weak and helpless, and she shook him a few times.

The patriarch was filled with regret and pain. Hurting her was not his intention, nor was it his will. He quickly and gently pulled her into his arms, supporting her head with his right hand and binding her shoulders with his broad, strong left hand, pulling her close to his broad chest.

The Great Demon: "Sister, I'm sorry, listen to me, I was wrong!"

The Great Demon: "I shouldn't have disregarded your feelings and doubted your heart. You did nothing wrong."

The Great Demon: "It's all my fault. I didn't mean to hurt you!"