“Why? Why could they see it… Weren’t they supposed… not to see it…” Chen Youzai murmured to himself, no longer having the attention to care about the pain in his hand. His mind was filled with the shadows of Mother Chen and his classmates, and a desolate feeling surged into his heart.
Could he really… really not go back?
His vision went black, and Chen Youzai fainted again. In his dream, endless arguing filled his ears, along with loud questioning and screams. He frowned, feeling someone gently stroke his cheek, just like Mother Chen’s hand. Only when he was sick would she ever move so softly.
The Third Prince gazed at the person beneath him. Ever since he had sent his trusted aides to secretly observe Mu Xueshi, bad news seemed to have come back again and again. And now there were actually such wicked people who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth, daring to humiliate this clean person beneath him. The corners of the Third Prince’s eyes twitched a few times, and the expression on his face grew even more sinister.
After carefully touching him several times, the Third Prince realized that he was somewhat reluctant to part with the feeling beneath his hand, so he very quickly interrupted this wandering thought. He lightly smeared brown ink paste over Mu Xueshi’s face, smiling softly as he watched that face transform from peerlessly handsome to unbearably ugly.
Mu Xueshi, I will wait for the day you beg me for mercy.
When Chen Youzai woke up, nothing had changed. That warm, comfortable feeling from the dream vanished in an instant. He did not know when the cangue on his hands had been loosened, but the shackles on his feet remained, probably because they feared prisoners would escape. Chen Youzai searched himself from head to toe, checking every place where something could be hidden, but he still did not find the silver coin.
Realizing that he truly had no chance of turning things around, Chen Youzai burst into loud sobs. Now he no longer cared about his image anyway. After all, not a single person here knew him. He just wanted to go home, wanted it beyond measure. The moment he thought that he would have to survive under these conditions from now on, Chen Youzai was filled with incomparable fear and regret. If not for his excessive curiosity, perhaps he could still have lived a normal life. In conditions like this, so what if he was handsome? He still had to live a life unfit for a human being.
Chen Youzai’s loud crying drew countless gazes from around him. His mind had already grown unclear. With a pitiful, helpless look in his eyes, he looked at every pair of numb eyes around him and wailed in pleading.
“Let me go home. I want to see my mom… I want… I want to go to school… Take me back… Take me back!”
Chen Youzai desperately tugged at the clothes of a person beside him, but with just one pull, that person’s clothes tore into a shapeless mess. Seeing that the person ignored him, he went to beg another person, pulling and dragging, practically driven to madness.
Although those prisoners’ bodies had all been tormented beyond recognition, they still had basic strength. Moreover, Chen Youzai’s body was weak and thin, so when those people all rushed over together, all the clothes on Chen Youzai’s body were reduced to rags, and he lay flat on the ground, unable to move.
The men’s burning gazes fixed on the person who had fallen. They had not expected that beneath such an ugly face, there would actually be skin so smooth, delicate, and pale. That neck, so white it was almost translucent, formed a sharp contrast with the entire face, as though a head that did not belong to this person had been attached to a stranger’s body.
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