Wang Xiaoliang and Zhou Qiang no longer knew what to say.
This woman was far too skilled at this game.
With one tactical retreat, she had forcibly turned a crime of swindling money into a mistake made out of loving too much.
Then she had taken the gold and vanished without a trace.
Her passion, her need to do it three times a night, had all been meant to drain Luo Bisheng's strength.
So he would fall into a deep sleep.
At this point, Luo Bisheng's story seemed to be over.
Wang Xiaoliang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found he had no idea where to begin.
What could he say? That the woman was a monster? That Luo Bisheng had been too stupid?
Those words would do nothing but rub salt into the wound.
Zhou Qiang remained silent for a long while before asking in a low voice, "What happened after that?"
The strange smile on Luo Bisheng's face had yet to fade. As though he had heard something funny, his expression looked extraordinarily unsettling.
"After that?"
He repeated the words, his voice carrying something impossible to put into words.
"I was so angry I could explode."
"I went home and kept going over everything that had happened, from beginning to end."
"I couldn't sleep at night. The resentment inside me kept piling up."
"From that day on, I changed."
"I stopped skipping class and going to internet cafés to play games. I went to school on time every day and left on time. As soon as I got home, I shut myself in my room and wouldn't come out."
"I wasn't some prodigal son returning to the fold. I hadn't suddenly seen the error of my ways."
"No."
"I just needed an excuse. An excuse that