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My thoughts returned, I stared at Jason’s
smiling face in shock.
He was also looking at me, the amusement in
his eyes unconcealed.
In an instant, I felt a chill run down my spine.
My nails dug into my flesh; the pain forced
me to remain rational.
I looked directly at Jason and replied word by
word, “I understand, brother.”
This life, I wouldn’t get involved with him
again.
Everything ended the moment I died in my
past life.
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Life in the mental hospital was unbearable.
Jason visited me every two weeks.
I couldn’t stand the daily beatings and electric
shocks, crying and begging him to let me go.
I cried out with all my might, “Brother, I’m
sorry, I won’t like you anymore.”
Each time, Jason would only look down at me
coldly, his words devoid of emotion.
“Jessica, you seem to be having another
episode.”
Following his words came unbearable pain.
I tried to contact everyone I knew, begging
them to save me.
But Jason was well–prepared.
He kept my whereabouts a secret; no
messages could get out.
In just six months, I was tortured to death.
After I died, Jason went crazy, clutching my
body and refusing to let go.
He said he regretted it.
He said he loved me.
He cried and repeated his awkwardness and
fear.
Falling in love with his adoptive sister would.
invite malicious stares from others.
At that time, my soul stood by and watched
coldly.
I felt like vomiting.
Even now, seeing Jason makes me nauseous.
So I turned my attention to Lucas.
I opened my arms to him, trying to hold back
my tears and acting coquettishly.
“Honey, hug.”
