The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

Qian Yikun’s memory took over him a little too intensely. He reached out and held Mo Fei’s cold hands. He could not help but place it on his lips to warm her up.

At that moment, her pale face was unreadable. He had seen all kinds of faces that Mo Fei wore—not many people knew what she looked like.

In truth, her beauty was not enough to associate her with the epitome of beauty. At least, she did not possess the kind of stunning beauty that people would notice at first glance. Yet, you could find hints of such stunning beauty in the way she carried herself.

Qian Yikun asked in a low voice, “Why must you kill?”

He seemed to be mumbling to himself, but the woman on the bed suddenly opened her eyes. However, her gaze that was directed at the ceiling was unfocused; it was all over the place.

Mo Fei suddenly smiled. That smile was even colder and more desolate than the snow outside.

Her body hurt so much that she could not fall asleep. However, she did not want to bother dealing with Qian Yikun. Hence, she pretended to sleep until she heard this question.

“Why?” Mo Fei sneered and slowly sat up. Her gaze finally focused on Qian Yikun. “Do you know how it feels like to be eliminated just because you climb slowly the second you’ve learned how to climb? Do you know what it feels like to be disposed of just because you walk slowly the second you’ve learned how to walk?” With every word enunciated, Mo Fei suddenly reached out and grabbed Qian Yikun’s collar. “Do you have any idea how that fear is like?”

Qian Yikun frowned, but he did not interrupt Mo Fei, who was obviously triggered by his question.

“The first emotion I learned was not to cry, but fear. I was afraid that if I crawled too slowly, I would die. I was afraid that if I ran too slowly, I would die.” As Mo Fei spoke, the veins on the back of her hands popped. “Do you know the reason why there is one less meal every day? That’s because the kid who can’t fight for his meal will starve to death sooner or later. No kid is willing to share their food because they will die as well.”

Qian Yikun remained motionless as he looked at the woman who had lost her mind.

“Do you know the feeling of not even daring to close your eyes when you’re sleeping? Do you know the feeling of the people around you who could use a knife to cut you down at any moment? Why do I kill people? Because if I don’t kill them, they will kill me.” Mo Fei practically shouted her final sentence, and her suppressed emotions clearly came flooding out from her collapsed composure.

Qian Yikun reached out to hold her hand, but Mo Fei swung it away fiercely. She looked at Qian Yikun with a demented smile. “Why did I kill? Why did I kill? You asked me why I kill. Now you’re asking me why I kill?”

Qian Yikun opened his mouth but nothing came out of his mouth.

“I’ll tell you why. Because I want to live. Because I don’t want to die.” Mo Fei held his collar with one hand and slowly approached the man. Her breath that was on the verge of despair landed on his shoulder. “You are all people of honor, but in my world, it’s either your death or mine. Qian Yikun, I’m not a saint. I kill people like they’re flies.” As Mo Fei spoke, she leaned her forehead on his shoulder.

‘Yet, I—someone like that—craves for your love.’

Qian Yikun raised his hand but stopped in mid-air.

Her forehead was pressing against his shoulder, but it felt like it was pressing against his heart.

“Mo Fei, it’s not too late to turn back now.” After a long time, Qian Yikun’s hand finally landed on her back as he said this.

However, Mo Fei laughed. In the end, she laughed until her tears fell. Even when she was in extreme pain, she rarely cried. However, in front of Qian Yikun, she did.