President Li, Her Ladyship Doesn't Deserve to Die
Jake was sprawled on his bed, scrolling through social media feeds that seemed to blur into a monotonous stream of memes, selfies, and food pics. His cramped apartment was dimly lit, the flickering bulb doing little to lift the gloom that had settled over him.
Chapter 282: Live As She Wished
Li Jingshen found a toolbox and took out a pair of pliers. He gripped his fingernail and pulled it off, the pain of the broken nail was excruciating. But he seemed numb to the pain, quickly moving on to another finger, his right hand trembling as he held the pliers.
A grown man resorting to self-harm in the face of adversity was both foolish and demeaning. But he felt he had no other choice. Without Shen Zhichu, nothing mattered anymore.
He removed all the nails from his left hand, the pliers stained with blood. He then took out a knife and stabbed his leg repeatedly, only stopping when his pants were soaked with blood.
But it wasn't enough... it was far from enough. He wanted to experience the pain Shen Zhichu had endured, to feel the wounds she had left behind, to punish himself. But he knew that his pain was nothing compared to hers, perhaps not even a fraction of it.