189 Rabid Dogs (2/2)

After an hour when the nurse permitted them to meet Su Qing, they rushed inside except Yu Jian who was still recovering from the blow to his guts.

The ward was a VVIP arranged by Master Lu. It was exclusively reserved in case of an emergency for the Lu's. It was first time it was another person hosted in the ward.

Su Qing was sitting on the white sheets within a white cover in a room with white walls. It was like she was going to combust in a smoky sheet-white too. She still looks devastated but her colour was returning.

What was horrifying was that she wasn't bawling her eyes. She was just looking out of the window that was illuminating light. There was no regret, sadness or relief in her eyes. They were just empty, dark...lifeless.

She looked like a doll, dead doll.

They stood there in deep as an abyss silence, saying nothing. Perhaps... there was nothing left to say.

He Zheng was standing with a painful betrayed expression as if looking at her in this condition hurt less than her act, Lu Xinyi was reigning her heart from bursting with grief, she felt like her emotions were in overdrive and MasterLu was straight-way glaring at Su Qing.

”So How was it? Did you see angels or hell?” Su Qing who was frozen up until now frowned and blinked at the new voice she has never heard before.

She was expecting wailing and cries at what she had done. She deserved to hear what would rip her soul by tenfold at what she had done.

She was ready for it but not this.

She slowly turned her head at the voice to see an infamously renown Military Ex-General glaring at her with a piercing razor-sharp gaze, she didn't know him but Lu Xinyi presence explained him too.

She stammered to form a sentence,”Yo...You! Ho...How?”

Before she could utter even a proper word Master Lu coldly cut her off, ”Did you have a good chit-chat with God?” His serious expressionless-face gave no emotion away that he was taunting her.

Su Qing looked at him with her features contoured in pain but Master Lu who had lived half his life in a war zone, had led his life and taught his children with an iron fist.

Broken people didn't need sympathy and pity at their state, they needed a little light to be shed on their pieces and it could never be done on a pillow-talk. It is meant to be harsh.

”Why?” Su Qing met his harsh glare at his cold question that she wasn't ready to even acknowledge the answer herself.

A tear slipped down her cheek and she averted her gaze to the blank-white comforter on her ”...I had many reasons to.” Her voice broke cutting her soul several meters deeper.

Master Lu didn't look fazed by her pain or internal battle, ”And did not have one reason not to?”