Chapter 205: Red rose
Chapter 205 Red Rose
Speaking of this, Li Lei paused for a long time.
Xia Ling felt unspeakable fear deep in her heart.
Li Lei took a deep breath and finally continued: "They told me that he took Su Xue back and announced that he would punish the woman who escaped and betrayed him. He summoned many of his men and said that they would be in his most luxurious banquet hall. There was a feast. But when those people arrived, they found nothing.
“Then Su Xue was pushed up.
“The five-flowered bun is **** and chained to the column in the center of the banquet hall.
"At that time, Su Xue was already unconscious. She just looked at him and smiled innocently. She said, Brother Feng, you are here to marry me, right? You called so many people to witness our wedding, Xue My son is very happy...
"The whole place was silent. Su Xue... was tortured to death by him."
Xia Ling's breathing was stagnant.
She once called Pei Ziheng a beast, but compared to Li Feng, Pei Ziheng was simply a good person.
Li Lei hugged her and supported her body with his solid and strong arms: "I won't let him hurt you. But, Xiao Ling, you must be careful, Li Feng can do anything, no matter what he says or does. Don’t believe anything.”
Xia Ling nodded vigorously.
Li Lei sent her back to the apartment and closed the door for her.
In the bedroom, Xia Ling tossed and turned. She had many nightmares that night, dreaming about the past when she was imprisoned, and dreaming that she was **** in the banquet hall and had her body cut off piece by piece.
When she woke up, her face was full of tears.
She was in a trance during the next Xingyun Song Recital. She made several mistakes in a row, and her points were almost tied by Xia Yu.
At the end, backstage, Weiwei came to her with a large bouquet of red roses: "Sister Xiaoling, your flowers."
Xia Ling took it. The bouquet was tied very elegantly. There were eight red roses in bud, their delicate petals stained with crystal dew. They were layered with richness and had a refreshing fragrance. A strange feeling passed through my heart, and I pulled out the small card hidden among the flower branches. Sure enough, it was a dark pattern on a black background as deep as night, with a butterfly spreading its wings and about to fly outlined in gold powder, with familiar handwriting.
"What a special card." Weiwei saw it from the side and said enviously, "I don't know which fan sent it, it must have taken a lot of thought." During the concert, as long as the slightly popular singers will receive it from fans, Xia Ling also received a lot of the bouquets they sent, so Weiwei didn't take it to heart or have any other thoughts.
Xia Ling's heart trembled, fearing that someone would find out the clues, so she quickly put the card into her palm. "What kind of card?" Xie Linlang passed by and poked her head curiously, "Xiao Ling is pretty good. I received such beautiful flowers. Is the card also beautiful? Bring it to my sister for appreciation."
Xia Ling forced a smile and said, "It's nothing. The air in here is a bit stuffy. I'll go out and get some fresh air first." After saying that, without waiting for Xie Linlang's reaction, she quickly ran out with the card.
Faintly, I heard her regretful voice coming from behind: "Tch, stingy..."
Deep in the corridor, it was quiet and no one was there.
Xia Ling stood alone in front of the glass window, lowered her head, and looked at the card in the dim light. Her fingertips unconsciously moved along the lines of the butterfly, tentacles, wings, tail... She remembered how a man taught her how to draw this butterfly many, many years ago. At that time, Pei Ziheng said, Xiao Ling, this butterfly is you, so beautiful and so fascinating.
What did she say at that time?
She asked him, what about you, Zi Heng, what are you?
His body was close to hers, and he whispered in her ear, "I am your world."
Ha, world.
Why was she so stupid at that time that she didn’t realize that it was just a huge cage?
The corners of her eyes were a little moist, so Xia Ling raised her fingers and wiped them quickly. She accidentally looked out the window, and there were scattered snowflakes under the hazy European street lights. There was a black extended version of Rolls-Royce parked on the roadside, not far from the corridor where she was standing, so that she saw it so clearly, that familiar feeling. It looked exactly like Pei Ziheng's car in his memory.
He is coming tonight?
What are you here for?
As my mind wandered, I saw a thin figure walking towards the car along the gravel path, wrapped in a long soft pink coat, with soft and fine hair. Under the scarf, half of her delicate face was exposed. It was Xia Yu.
Xia Yu stopped in front of the car. The driver got out and opened the back seat door. She quickly got in.
It turned out that Pei Ziheng was here to pick up Xia Yu.
Xia Ling's mood was complicated. Once upon a time, he often came to pick her up in this car. On rainy and snowy nights, under the dim and dreamy street lights, how many times did he open the back seat door for her and gently embrace her. He walked into his arms and said, "Xiao Ling, are you tired? Lie on my shoulder and sleep for a while. You'll be home soon."
Now, someone else is in his arms.
She lowered her head, looked at the small card with a gold butterfly painted on it in her palm, smiled to herself, and threw it into the trash can.
(End of this chapter)