Can’t Control His Strength

But every movement that Li Ruochu made, Helian Qingyu thought of as a form of silent insult.

Helian Qingyu had been waiting patiently for Li Ruochu to wake up ever since he'd set foot in the hospital room.

"What are you thinking? Trying to take your own life because you can't get away from me?" Helian Qingyu scolded while grabbing Li Ruochu by her chin, thinking that Li Ruochu was trying to make him feel bad.

"Let me go…"

Li Ruochu started to think that Helian Qingyu might have some mental problem for saying words as stupid as what he'd just blurted.

She pulled Helian Qingyu's hand away from her, but the pain from his grip still remained.

That was how Helian Qingyu had been treating her for the past few months, not knowing how to control his strength and hurting her.