Korean Entertainment's Ruthless Love

A year ago, one month after Lin Fei left, Cui Shengxian's bodyguards returned to Korea from China, and the news they brought made Cui Shengxian frown.

"She didn't go back. I searched all the places where she appeared before, including the city where her parents lived. It is very likely that she did not return to China."

"Did you find out her exit record? Which country did she go to?" Cui Shengxian asked after thinking for a while, he didn't want to lose track of her whereabouts.

Because of the background power behind Cui Shengxian, they still haven't found it, "There is no record of leaving the country, and she has not left Korea."

Cui Shengxian got up, stared coldly at the bodyguard in front of him, and expressed his denial. According to Lin Fei's temperament, it is impossible for her to stay in Korea, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, no." The bodyguard replied firmly.

Two months later, after the concert in Japan, Cui Shengxian and the members returned to Korea, Lin Fei who had disappeared without a trace still disappeared, Cui Shengxian became more and more manic and depressed in his heart, and remained indifferent on the surface.

Li Bingyin sent Cui Shengxian back to the villa. Looking at Cui Shengxian's cold back, he remembered something. He stopped Cui Shengxian: "By the way, here is a package from a fan in Japan. Do you want to see it?"

Li Bingyin looked at Cui Shengxian who was not interested and did not stop, and then said: "The signature on it, Lin Fei." It was this name written in Korean that Li Bingyin brought back from Japan.

Cui Shengxian turned around and took the box from the manager with a smile on his face, looked at the name on it, frowned, but still took it and walked back to the villa.

Cui Shengxian opened the exquisite box, and there was only one sealed letter inside, which was a thick stack.Using scissors to cut open the envelope, Cui Shengxian pulled out a stack of photos, and quickly flipped through them one by one with a blank expression, his heart felt as if he had fallen into the abyss of ice, and a cold and evil spirit rose in his eyes.

A fire like molten lava roiled in his heart, burning reason, Cui Shengxian pinched a picture, a woman stretched out her white fingers, and scratched the ground in pain, fear and fear appeared on her pale face.

The woman crawled helplessly in a certain direction. Behind her was an obscene man, shirtless, with a wretched smile on his face, grabbing the woman's ankle.

It was like being hit on the back of the head with an iron rod severely, the severe pain tore his brain, exploded into pieces, his heart was strangled, and he was throbbing and suffocating.

For the first time, the standing figure slowly bent down, and the photo in Cui Shengxian's hand was crumpled into a ball and thrown away.

He covered his mouth tightly, choked up, and tears flowed from his eyes, like a child, crying with heartache, clenching his teeth silently.

Covering the wet eyes with the palm, the fingers ruthlessly tore the scalp, the deep and magnetic voice choked, howling in pain like a beast in extreme pain...

In Seoul Hospital, a man with an air of coldness and sunglasses covering his face was standing at the corner of the inpatient corridor, waiting to stare.

At this time, a nurse pushed a patient out of the ward. Under the sun, the patient sitting in a wheelchair had empty and numb eyes, a thin face, almost transparent and pale, and Cui Shengxian had angina throbbing like a heart attack.

Seeing Lin Fei sitting in the wheelchair, lifeless, he wanted to go up to hug her, but lost his courage.

A breeze blew from her side, and Cui Shengxian, whose body was stiff, couldn't get close to the hair fluttering lightly. He suppressed the approaching steps, trying to grab the soft hair, breathless, helpless, and desperate.

In the garden, for three months, Lin Fei was like a breathing doll, completely closed herself off, refusing everything, not speaking, not listening, being at the mercy of others, getting thinner and weaker day by day.

Facing the morning sun, Lin Fei stared at the sun under her feet motionlessly with dull eyes. It was warm, and her fingers on the wheelchair moved slightly.

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