The Dazzling Princess in Modern Times
Chapter 187: Xuan Sheng's Disease Recurrence
Xuan Sheng's hand holding the wine glass swayed and he spilled a little wine.
Xia Wanyuan looked up in shock. He saw that Xuan Sheng looked in great pain. His eyes closed and his eyebrows furrowed tightly.
“Go first, Miss Xia. Let's talk again in the future.” Xuan Sheng withdrew his hand that was holding the wine glass and forcefully suppressed the turmoil in his heart. His nails were pressed into his flesh, using this to gain clarity of mind.
Hearing this, Xia Wanyuan stood up and left. Before leaving, he glanced at Xuan Sheng and closed the door for him.
Only when Xia Wanyuan's figure disappeared from the door did Xuan Sheng finally lose control. He threw the wine glass in his hand to the ground and called out to his assistant. “Bring me the medicine and pick me up.”
After hanging up the phone, Xuan Sheng sat down on the sofa and closed his eyes. He felt that humiliation surging towards him.
“You!”
“Why don't you die!”
“Missed, you trash.”
The woman he trusted the most treated him as his greatest enemy and wished he could soon disappear from this world.
Desperation was found and beaten while hiding in the closet, the pain of being beaten and scolded as if he was a tool to vent his anger, like maggots stuck to his bones, slowly awakening the maniac in his heart.
Xuan Sheng kicked the table in front of him. Even when he bled, he felt nothing.
When Xia Wanyuan pushed the door open, she saw Xuan Sheng slam his arm against the wall. There was blood on his shirt.
The whole room is a mess. Everything was spilled on the ground, and even tables and chairs were falling apart.
At this moment, Xuan Sheng's mind was not clear enough. Sensing someone had entered, Xuan Sheng involuntarily scolded, “Enyah.”
Xia Wanyuan walked step by step. The sound of his high-heeled shoes touching the ground was like a fuse, reminding Xuan Sheng of the fear that this voice had dominated for so many years. The agitation in his heart spread further.
”I told you to go. Do you not understand ?! ” Xuan Sheng suddenly turned his head and kicked the chair in front of him. He clenched his fists and punched the wall, leaving behind a bloody scar.
The sound of high heels is still approaching. Xuan Sheng subconsciously had the urge to hit someone. Traces of hostility flashed in his eyes. Who would have thought that when he raised his hand, he would be knocked unconscious by the person in front of him?
After a long time, the chaotic pain in his mind seemed to have subsided slightly. He felt a cold chill on his face. Xuan Sheng opened his eyes. A cup of cold water had splashed onto his face.
Xuan Sheng looked up and met Xia Wanyuan's cold eyes.
“Nona Xia?” Xuan Sheng could not break free. He simply leaned back on the sofa and looked at Xia Wanyuan with red eyes.
“Are you calm?” Xia Wanyuan put down her cup and asked.
Only then did Xuan Sheng remember that his bipolar disorder had relapsed again. Seeing the chaos and his sorry state, Xuan Sheng clenched his fists and did not speak.
The room became quiet. After a while, Xuan Sheng suddenly said, “Am I a scary enough person?”
Xia Wanyuan turned her head to look at Xuan Sheng. At this moment, Xuan Sheng was in an extremely miserable state.
His expensive clothes were tangled and stained with alcohol. The walls were gray and the wounds on his body were still bleeding. Her hair was disheveled and her head slightly lowered. Her peach-shaped eyes, which always look tempting, have lost their color.
“You are a poor person.”
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