martyr

Everyone in the southern city knew Huo Tingxiao’s heart belonged to someone else, his white moonlight, the woman he cherished above all.

Lin Wan didn’t believe it at first. She thought if she loved him enough, one day, he would turn around and see her.

But reality hit hard the day she fell, blood pooling on the floor. Worse, her unborn child barely survived.

Lying in the hospital, she saw him on TV, attending a grand banquet, holding the white moonlight’s hand as if nothing had happened.

At that moment, she finally understood, no matter how much she gave, his heart would never belong to her.

With a divorce agreement in hand, she left without looking back.

Standing at the doorway of their once-shared home, she looked at him coldly.

“One day, I will make you bow down and apologize to me.”

Huo Tingxiao chuckled mockingly. He thought she was just being dramatic.

But after she vanished from his world, he finally realized what he had lost.

Lin Wan started her own traditional Chinese medicine clinic, and within a few years, it became one of the most renowned in the city.

People lined up daily, drawn not just by her medical skills but by the stunning woman whose presence seemed to glow.

Huo Tingxiao waited outside her clinic for days, hesitant to enter.

Until one day, a little boy spotted him.

The child tilted his head, staring at Huo Tingxiao’s face for a long time, his own features reflecting in the man before him.

Without hesitation, the boy grabbed his hand and led him inside.

“What’s wrong?” Lin Wan didn’t even look up, still grinding medicinal herbs.

Huo Tingxiao’s breath caught. Seeing her again after all these years, his heart pounded uncontrollably.

Without a word, he picked up the boy and turned to leave.

Sharp pain shot through his shoulder.

Huo Tingxiao winced.

The little boy giggled mischievously.

“Mommy said if she ever sees your face again…” His voice was sweet and innocent.

“She won’t show mercy.”

The Devil's Possession: Madness, Obsession and Hatred

Huo Tingxiao looked at her, but in his mind, he couldn't help but picture Lin Wan staring at him stubbornly, tears hanging in her eyes, though she didn’t want to let them fall. 


Lin Wan was like the brightest, most dazzling red rose, while Song Yunyi was more delicate and fragile. 


Huo Tingxiao suppressed his anger and spoke slowly, "Is there something you need from me at this late hour?" 


Song Yunyi was relieved to see that he seemed ready to move on from what had just happened. She turned around, quickly found the tray, and walked over with the bowl of noodles. 


The noodles had already clumped together by now, and it was clear the cook was a beginner. There was a salt block stuck to the noodles that hadn’t fully dissolved. 


Huo Tingxiao didn’t have the heart to eat the bowl of noodles in front of him, but he didn’t want to disappoint her either. He was about to take a few bites when the bowl was suddenly taken away. 


In the Dream, It's All Lin Wan