Chapter 857: Chapter 857

She cried out again and again, almost ruining her voice,

The events of that night clung to her like a sickness, tormenting her to the brink of death.

The torrential rain poured down, lightning and thunder above, everything seemed to intensify Gu Yao’s pain at this moment, mercilessly pushing her towards the edge of death.

Gu Yao’s emotions were breaking down more and more; if she had a sharp object in her hand, she would plunge it into her heart without hesitation to end all this pain, just like before.

Unable to endure this suffering, Gu Yao suddenly smashed her head hard against the wall.

A dull thud sounded, making one’s scalp tingle, imagining the force she used.

Gu Yao felt for a moment that her body and soul were separating.

And with this collision, she seemed unable to stop, as if possessed.

She appeared to feel no pain, repeatedly crashing her head into the wall, each hit with all her might, desperately wishing to batter herself to death right there.

Her head, just like that, was forcefully struck to the point of bleeding.

Blood flowed from her forehead, staining most of her face, yet was quickly washed away by the heavy rain.

Recalling everything once more, Gu Yao’s hatred for Gu Sheng not only did not diminish but intensified.

Experiencing such despair again, Gu Yao only felt doubled pain and hatred.

Here, separated by just thirty meters and a narrow road from the café where Shangguan Yu was, yet the two could never meet again.

So close, yet so far.

After God knows how long, Gu Yao, who had tormented herself to exhaustion, gradually quieted down. At this moment, her head was covered in wounds, hidden by her hair, but the blood kept flowing down.

The blood, washed by the rain, was everywhere on her neck, shoulders, and face.

Gu Yao leaned against the wall and slowly stood up.

If she lifted her head, she would see the lit café in the rain, but she didn’t.

She mechanically turned around and walked back step by step, the distance from Shangguan Yu behind her growing farther and farther away...

The air carried a faint scent of blood, the puddle of blood left by Gu Yao on the ground was washed by the incessant rain, but it couldn’t wash away the pervasive aura of despair.

The sky seemed to have a hole, the rain kept intensifying, even obstructing the view.

There were only a few cars speeding by, splashing through the waterlogged street, a thin figure in the middle of the road staggering under the rain.

Gu Yao walked forward like a lost soul. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by NovєlFіre.net

Completely unconcerned about whether a car would rush out in the rain at any moment and hit her.

Shangguan Yu stood at the café entrance, holding two exquisitely wrapped gift boxes, his face full of worry as he looked at the rain that showed no signs of letting up.

The rain splashed on his pants and shoes, even affecting his body, but he didn’t mind at all.

Another gust of wind blew the raindrops toward him, Shangguan Yu quickly turned his body to shield the gift boxes in his arms.

These were the birthday presents he prepared for Gu Yao over the past two years.

He never thought he’d have the chance to give them to her, but unexpectedly, fate had mercy on him and gave him another opportunity.

For two years, the gift boxes had been opened countless times by himself, and although he was extremely careful each time, they still couldn’t withstand his repeated handling.

That afternoon, he sneaked home, hid from his parents, and brought the gifts out, repackaging them with great care, making them particularly beautiful.