Kill Me, Heal Me

Chapter 9 She Changed a Lot.

How long was five years?

It was very long, more than 1800 days and nights, more than 43000 hours and 2.6 million seconds.

It was not long, for the years of sea and land. It was five years, the memory was vague and feelings was almost disappearing.

In five years, the prosperous city has become totally different. How can people have no changes?

Ethan was an exception.

Years did not leave much mark on his handsome face. As in previous years, he was dignified and arrogant, with a powerful momentum, like a noble king. This man was like a piece of jade, which became more and more dazzling by the carving of years.

By contrast, her changes were really quite different. Ethan, who was hidden in the dark, frowned. When he first heard the name, he thought it was the wrong person. When she came in, he would rather it was not her.

If years can change a person like her, it was not a file but a scalpel.

Belle felt the aggressive sight above her head. Her whole chin was almost into his clothes. She didn't dare to look up.

He stood up, walked to her, and walked steadily and briskly. The distance of each step seemed to be measured. It happened to be seven steps, and then he came to her. The distance between the them was only five or six fists long. It was so close that she could smell his breath and the mellow smell of romanicondian red wine.

This smell belonged to Ethan alone. From many years ago, when she was a little closer to him, she could always smell it.

A long time ago, there was a girl who was naive and made fun of him that his body was made of wine. This wine was the most precious in the world. It was mellow and intoxicating, but people couldn't drink too much, because they would be sad and it would hurt people’s lungs when drinking too much wine, and people had to pay a great price.

At this time, his breath failed to let her recall the past. Instead, it made her heart beat even harder. The air around her suddenly became cold, which made her suffocate.

Ethan squinted and looked at the woman in front of him. There was no temperature in his dark pupils, only the gloom in them.

"We haven’t seen each other for a long time. You've changed a lot." He opened his mouth casually, and looked at her with disgust and hatred: "no wonder you haven't been caught by the police in the past few years. You have gone for plastic surgery, ah."

Belle trembled. Her face was pale and his lips were full of blood.

Ethan grabbed her chin suddenly and raised it. Belle couldn't escape. Her eyes were full of fear and panic. At next second, she looked into his cold eyes.

In fact, he has changed a little.

He has become more callous and ruthless

He looked at her face contemptuously, which was not like what he remembered. Who would have expected that Belle, the most beautiful woman in Gang City, would become a monster. He didn't feel sympathetic at all for an attempted murderer.

"This face...Woman is most vicious. You can destroy your face easily, just to escape from prison... " He increased his strength, and Belle was painful. She let out a "hiss" from her throat, which caused him to ravage more impolitely.

"Just like you did to May, you are merciless..." His eyes burst out a strong sense of killing. He grabbed her chin tightly. As long as using more strength, he could crush her chin.

I didn't, I didn't do anything!

Belle would like to said this sentence, but it was stuck in her throat. She still didn't say it.

She said it five years ago, more than once.

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She endured the pain, the pain of tearing her heart. She held back the tears from the corner of her eyes.

"Cough, cough..." She coughed violently.

Ethan stared at her coldly and suddenly shook her off. Belle slipped and fell to the ground accidentally. When her knees hit the hard mica floor, her body trembled with pain. She clenched, pinched her fingernails into the tender flesh of her palms, and got up form the ground little by little.

The light was dim. From his point of view, he could see her body shaking, and getting up with hands and feet from the ground. This rude action was like a stupid woman who was shabby.

Belle only hoped he could let her go.

At this time, people in the box finally knew that there must be something unusual between Brother Ethan and the ugly woman.

Ethan took out a handkerchief and wiped his fingers clean. He wiped carefully. He lost the handkerchief at will and looked at the huge glass water tank. An idea occurred to him.

He didn't speak, and Belle felt horrible, just like a prisoner waiting for a judge's sentence in the court. She was torturing. She couldn't bear it any longer...

"Luke, let your people throw her in." He pointed to the water tank with his tender finger, and Ethan pulled up lips and smiled coldly.

Belle's face was pale. She looked up at him quickly, and then looked down immediately. She begged with a trembling voice: "Mo, Mr. Mo, please, let me go. I can't swim... "

Ethan was unmoved.

Luke came to pull her personally. Belle's face paled and she stepped back a few steps. She opened her mouth and knelt to beg for mercy when she saw the joking eyes of the other party. She begged: "please, I can't swim. I can do anything except swim."

She had been afraid of water since she was a child, and she was dizzy when she was near the water.

Ethan's eyes were full of surprise. There was a vague scene in his memory many years ago.

"Belle let's go on holiday in a few days. Hawaii. It's fun to surf in the sea and swim in summer?"

"No, May. Remember that you should never let me come to any place with water in the future. I have a headache when I see water."

"But Ethan will also go..." Shy and innocent girl, pointed to the youth boy who was standing behind her like a guardian.

"Then...Then I won't go either. You're not allowed to go, Ethan. Shall we go to Las Vegas? " The girl in the red dress was lively.

…

After many years, he could still recall this scene that was so absurd. Comparing the arrogant Belle with this ugly woman who abandoned her self-esteem to be knelt down and begged for mercy, it was ironic.

He waved his hand and Luke and the other two threw Belle into the water tank.

"Well..."

Her face was pale with fear. The water spread over her head. Belle was terrified. She struggled in the water. The cold water poured into her mouth desperately. The fear of death wrapped her and swallowed all her senses and instincts.