Chapter 187 - Xuan Sheng's Illness Acts Up
Xuan Sheng's hand that was holding the wine glass swayed and he spilled a little wine.
Xia Wanyuan looked up in surprise. She saw that Xuan Sheng seemed to be in great pain. His eyes were closed and his brows were tightly furrowed.
"Leave first, Miss Xia. Let's talk again in the future." Xuan Sheng retracted his hand that was holding the wine glass and forcefully suppressed the agitation in his heart. His nails pressed into his flesh, using this to gain some clarity of mind.
Hearing this, Xia Wanyuan stood up and left. Before leaving, she glanced at Xuan Sheng and closed the door for him.
Only when Xia Wanyuan's figure disappeared from the door did Xuan Sheng finally lose control. He threw the wine glass in his hand onto the ground and called his assistant. "Bring the medicine and pick me up."
After hanging up the phone, Xuan Sheng sat on the sofa and closed his eyes. He felt that insults were surging towards him.
"You bastard!"
"Why don't you die!"
"Get lost, you piece of trash."
The woman he trusted the most treated him as her greatest enemy and wished he could disappear from this world immediately.
The despair of being found and beaten up while hiding in the cupboard, the pain of being beaten and scolded as if he was a tool to vent her anger, were like a maggot attached to his bones, slowly evoking the mania in his heart.
Xuan Sheng kicked the table in front of him away. Even when he bled, he did not feel anything.
When Xia Wanyuan pushed open the door, she saw Xuan Sheng slamming his arm against the wall. There were traces of blood on his clothes.
The entire room was in a mess. Everything was spilled on the ground, and even the tables and chairs were in a mess.
At this moment, Xuan Sheng's mind was not clear enough. Sensing that someone had entered, Xuan Sheng subconsciously scolded, "Get lost."
Xia Wanyuan walked in step by step. The sound of her high heels hitting the ground was like a fuse, reminding Xuan Sheng of the fear that had been dominated by this sound over the years. The agitation in his heart spread further.
]"I told you to leave. Don't you understand?!" Xuan Sheng suddenly turned his head and kicked the chair in front of him away. He clenched his fists and punched the wall, leaving a bloody mark.
The sound of high heels was still approaching. Xuan Sheng subconsciously had the urge to beat someone up. A trace of hostility flashed across his eyes. Who would have thought that just as he raised his hand, he would be knocked unconscious by the person in front of him?
After a long time, the chaotic pain in his mind seemed to have dissipated a little. He felt a chill on his face. Xuan Sheng opened his eyes. A cup of cold water had been splashed on his face.
Xuan Sheng looked up and met Xia Wanyuan's cool eyes.
.......
Cold water dripped into his eyes through his hair. It was extremely uncomfortable. Xuan Sheng wanted to wipe his eyes, but he realized that his hands were tied behind him.
"Miss Xia?" Xuan Sheng could not break free. He simply leaned on the sofa and looked at Xia Wanyuan with bloodshot eyes.
"Have you calmed down?" Xia Wanyuan put down her cup and asked.
Only then did Xuan Sheng remember that his bipolar disorder had acted up again. Looking at the mess and his sorry state, Xuan Sheng clenched his fists and did not speak.
The room fell silent. After a while, Xuan Sheng suddenly said, "Am I a pretty scary person?"
Xia Wanyuan turned to glance at Xuan Sheng. At this moment, Xuan Sheng was in a very sorry state.
His expensive clothes were wrinkled and stained with alcohol. The walls were gray and the wounds on his body were still bleeding. His hair was messy and he had his head lowered slightly. His peach blossom-shaped eyes, which always had a teasing look, had lost their color.
"You are an unfortunate person."