Reborn to Redeem: Their Abusive Love-Chapter 64: Auntie, were you just thinking about me?

Two cigarettes had burned out, and smoke enveloped the chandelier, pressing the light into a murky dimness.

Xu Si froze, silent for a long time as if the news had seized her by the throat, her breathing becoming labored.

Undoubtedly, he had to be the leader of the Triad Society. In this territory, no one would dare impersonate such a figure.

Whether she was bewitched or the memories were too tempting, she found herself zoning out in front of this man again. The vague figure from her past life emerged in her mind, a thread of suspicion weaving through her thoughts.

If it weren’t for knowing that the young man had been lost at sea. Chen Mo said the leader of the Triad Society wasn’t an outsider. She really would have been suspicious. Perhaps she was already being overly suspicious but just hadn’t had enough time to ponder deeply.

The man disrupted her thoughts once again.

A large leather sofa faced an entire wall of shelves displaying various liquors, the glass of the bottles reflecting their figures.

The silver-haired man’s fingers lingered on her cheek. Seeing the reminiscence in her eyes, he gently tilted her face towards him. Ignoring the width of the large sofa, he instantly closed the distance between them.

Xu Si was about to push him away when her slender wrist was caught by a cold grip, easily manipulated behind her back.

This position was rather indecent.

The atmosphere turned increasingly ambiguous.

The man’s voice was hoarse and deep, his delicate lips moving as he whispered by her ear, like the breath of the Devil.

"You haven’t told me, who were you thinking of just now?"

Xu Si was restrained, completely motionless. But strangely, his grip was perfectly controlled, causing no pain.

His gaze was so tangible it felt like a net, tightly ensnaring her. It roamed across her eyes, the tip of her nose, and her red lips, missing no slight expression.

She had angered a madman adept at reading expressions.

Xu Si wasn’t particularly afraid. Instead, she collected herself and looked at him with a smile, the back of her hand passively brushing against the Military Knife hanging at her waist.

Unable to hide it, her voice suddenly became light and tender as she spoke honestly, "An old acquaintance. Not an outsider who has visited the Underground City, nor is he on Hong Kong Island, so you wouldn’t know him."

From this angle, she couldn’t see any of the man’s features, only feeling the fingers caressing her cheek come to a halt.

"Tell me, do you think I resemble him? Why..." He chuckled softly, his madness turning violent, "Why do you think of him as soon as you see me?"

The view from the top floor was different from that of the lower levels. A massive, orange moon hung in the sky, effortlessly dominating the night scene. It was beautiful, but its rising at the wrong place and time could easily evoke despair.

Xu Si sighed. Unable to avoid his fingers, she could only stare at the moon with clear, yet dark and gloomy eyes. "Honestly, there’s a resemblance, but it’s been so long, I can barely remember."

The hand controlling her tightened, the cold, hard mask almost pressing against her delicate skin.

Beneath the mask, the man’s lips slowly curved.

"Tell me about him. What kind of person was he?"

Having been threatened so many times, Xu Si realized this was the most dangerous one. It wasn’t an illusion; this man seemed genuinely interested in her, his moods unpredictable. A wrong answer, and he might indeed take her life.

Under such terrifying pressure, she could only manage an answer, "He wasn’t very old, not as tall as you. He had a gentle character, knew horsemanship... there was almost nothing he couldn’t do..."

As she spoke, she subtly maneuvered her wrist behind her back, inching it towards the handle of the Military Knife.

Finally, she gripped the Military Knife.

But as she tilted her head up slightly, she met his eyes clearly for the first time, even through his mask.

His eyes were an unusual smoky gray, very different from ordinary people’s, yet they were veiled by a layer of white mist, harboring faint desires she couldn’t penetrate. They were like the varied depths of frost in a harsh winter, their sadness so profound it was suffocating.

Xu Si froze completely. Her heart seemed to stop, then began to pound violently, each beat emphatic.

Her voice died in her throat, then she began to murmur again, her words trembling with disbelief.

"That person’s eyes... they were the same color as yours."

A few strands of the man’s silver hair drifted in the night breeze. Xu Si’s memories bizarrely resurfaced at that moment; the blurry figure from her past began to superimpose itself onto the man before her—a figure full of desire, yet wildly ferocious.

Not the young Pei Zhen. But Pei Zhen of the Triad Society. freewebnøvel_com

The thought terrified Xu Si so much she bit her tongue. Without hesitation, she clenched the knife’s handle and wrenched herself free from his large hands. Her position forced her to quickly shift the knife to his back, a clear threat, yet the sharp blade didn’t press down another inch.

She heard her voice becoming hoarse. "Lady Fei Yi, I have a bad temper too. This distance is too close; it feels like you’re toying with me. I advise you to let me go."

"Heh."

Though the knife was pressed against him, the man seemed unconcerned. He didn’t move; or rather, he had no intention of stopping Xu Si from drawing her weapon. Instead, he watched her expression intently.

Fear, panic, cunning, shock, scrutiny, and now, her present terror and bewilderment—none of it escaped his eyes.

He still maintained his posture, looking down at Xu Si, a hint of an indulgent, arrogant smile playing on his lips. His long, slender fingers reached for the mask, pinched it, and then casually tossed it aside.

BANG. The mask clattered to the floor, rolling several times.

The weather in the Underground City was fickle; the large, round moon was instantly obscured by dark clouds, leaving only the overhead lamp as the sole light source.

That mysterious face was finally exposed.

Strands of silvery-white hair swayed gently in the night breeze. It was a difficult color to carry, yet his supremely refined features mastered it effortlessly. A tiny, unique red mole adorned the tip of his nose. His black silk robe was half-open, and his gray eyes fixed on Xu Si without wavering.

He gazed into her eyes for a long moment.

Pei Zhen’s magnetic voice drifted through the air, ethereal and tinged with a suppressed laugh.

"My dear aunt, were you just thinking of me?"

RUMBLE—!

RUMBLE! RUMBLE—!

Each thunderclap aggressively asserted its presence. Thick, sky-obscuring clouds had gathered, then, as if exploding, lightning split the dim night, illuminating the man’s face with even greater clarity.

He really was Pei Zhen!

Xu Si’s eyes widened in shock, her pupils reflecting the man’s devastatingly handsome face. Her hand, trembling in time with the thunder, still held the knife tip pressed against his back.

Her heartbeat accelerated, reaching an unprecedented rate. It was as if a choir was screaming in her ears, her primal survival instinct—that inherent human ’flaw’—clamoring incessantly.

Danger. Truly dangerous.

In this situation, Xu Si found it difficult to associate him with his appearance from four years ago. Her mind was preoccupied with the moment of her death in her past life, and that coercive kiss from that day, a kiss that had shattered all ethical and moral boundaries.

Her reaction felt like it took a century.

Her gaze hardened. She pressed the knife down another inch against his black clothing.

Her voice was low, tight with forced composure, yet still laced with anger.

"Azhen, so, you’ve been toying with me all along?"

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