Canpy_Tim

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At one place, an accident on a rainy night turned a high school graduate, Mu Lihai's life upside down. He was sent abroad in order to help him recover from the memories of that day and his head was filled with nothing but guilt, believing that he had killed someone and become a murderer.

On another place, Li Yao was devastated. Her mother had died on an unprecedented accident and she didn't know what really happened on that day. Her life wasn't the same anymore and she lived with nothing but hatred. Hatred towards the person who hit her mother with his car and hatred towards her relatives who never got past arm's length but wanted to covet her parents' wealth.

What would happen if fate decided to play the two as main characters of their story? And what would become of them as they crossed path and were unknowingly attracted with the other on the first sight? 

They confessed and followed their heart. 

But as one day.. she got to know the truth, would her love stay or stray?

Once he became aware of his own sin towards the woman he loved, would he choose to just let go or to hold tight?



R-18 warning in some of the chapters

*The picture is not mine (from Pinterest), all rights go to the rightful owner*

His Little Lover: Finding the Way Back

When he realized what she had done, the man turned hostile as his anger boiled like molten lava. He clutched Li Yao's shoulders as he pressed himself on her. Li Yao trashed and turned in order to escape him but she was weak. Her body was all mushy and she couldn't do anything about it.

Her vision blurred gradually but her body felt hot like she was ignited on fire. The man touched her thighs and he began to explore. Li Yao screamed for help but she couldn't make a sound above a whisper. That was her limit. And she knew she was done for.

Li Yao began recalling Mu Lihai's face in her head. She called out all of their memories together and the time they had spent. Her tears fell like waterfall and she began feeling the bleak helplessness from the bottom of her heart, slowly antagonizing her dignity and pride.

Her clothes now torn, and her heart which was at breaking point, now began to crumble into million little pieces. Impossible to mend again.

136_He wasn't an Illusion