"You took something from me."
"So I'll take something from you."
My heart slammed hard against my ribs.
Once.Twice.Too loud.Too fast.
Like it was trying to escape—or warn me.
"She didn't mean to—"
The words left before I could stop them.
And the moment they did—everything shattered.
Silence.Not the calm kind.Not the peaceful kind.The kind that comes after a truth slips out - uninvited.Unforgivable.
Cheng Mo's eyes sharpened.
"Didn't mean to?" he repeated, stepping toward me slowly.
Instinctively, I stepped back, feeling his anger—thick, suffocating—growing heavier with every step he took.
"Is it some kind of Joke ?which she didn't meant to do?".he asked quietly.
Because now—there was no taking it back.A faint smile curved his lips, which was thin,Precise,Cruel.
"So... it was an accident."
I said nothing.
But silence - it was louder than any confession.
Tell me something," he said softly, closing the distance untik my back hit the wall.
There was nowhere left to go.
My body felt too still.
Too tense.Like if I moved—everything would collapse.
When she realized what she'd done…"
A pause.
"…did she cry?"
The memory hit before I could stop it.
Her hands—
shaking.
Red.
Not hers.Never hers.
A breath caught in my throat, sharp and unforgiving.
"Yes," I whispered.
Cheng Mo's smile deepened, something hollow flickering beneath it.
"Good," he murmured. "That means she understood."
His hand pressed against the wall beside my head, trapping me there.
"Guilt is a beautiful thing," he added softly. "It means the soul is still capable of breaking."
My eyes widened with My chest tightening.
And you?" he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper.
A pause.
"Are you ready to break too?"