Vol 2 Chapter 12 (1/2)

Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Well Then… Good Night

Lan Kuang pulled out all the recordings from the surveillance ca ti his mask off

He had gentle and handsoaze was also slightly condescending, with a hint of unrestrained complacency

After stealing inforht to be pleased with himself

However, that s’s eyes

Looking carefully at the fuzzy graphics, Lan Kuang inwardly clenched his fingers—An Mu!

He should’ve realized The primary benefiter of that inforh that they could cover the sky with one hand

However, he didn’t expect the young master of the family to personally set out himself and use such a vile method!

Fine…If you never want to see ain, then I’ll make sure that never happens

We’ll see each other again, sooner than you can iine!

Lan Kuang stuffed the videotapes inside his bag, planning to look them over more closely at home

After that night, he carried out a series of acts of revenge

Disguising hiet, separating the them with a mark of possession, he did it all

He could still hear the weak breaths beside his ear and the begging voice saying, “I won’t provoke you again… So let o…”

It was the co point The htly shut, and his lips stained with blood Over the past few days, the i’s mind frequently

Lan Kuang snapped out of his reverie The coffee table was cluttered with the stack of papers he’d been looking through Deep in thought, his fingers tightened around the picture he was holding The glass of wine he’d been holding in his other hand tipped toward the floor and spilled its contents onto carpet The deep red drink seeped into the red carpet,one

His eyes were fixed on theslowly lifted his hand and left a gentle kiss on An Mu’s lips His touch was light, as if afraid of alar the person in the picture A hint of pain welled up inside Lan Kuang’s eyes He closed his eyes and murmured, “I’m sorry…”

The scar on his own chest was shallow It didn’t take long to fade, and now, it was practically impossible to see it even if one looked closely nobody would be able to tell that a scar once existed there

But the scar on An Mu’s body was deep and terrible He would see it every tihtmares every time he looked upon it

How did one htmares such as those? What should he do so that An Mu never recalled theain?

Could a mere sorry write it off in one stroke?

♦

Ran Feng Ge woke up with a gasp froulping down air It took a long tiot off the bed and poured a cup of water fro the cup, he felt a little better