bestfiction Chapter 661
Chapter 661
She subconsciously took a few steps back.
Zhao Shanshan had no strength left in her body, and she failed to catch her, so she fell off the mat and lay there for a long time without the strength to move.
There were some dead branches and leaves scattered on the ground, covered with dirt and dust. Zhao Shanshan was lying on them, motionless, like a body without a soul.
The women around watched the scene numbly, and no one stepped forward to help.
Zhou Shuwan looked down at her, and after a long while he slowly exhaled, as if to let out all the anger in his heart: "Zhao Shanshan, I didn't expect you to be alive!"
Zhao Shanshan gasped for a long time before struggling to get up and leaning against the wall, staring at Zhou Shuwan with her numb eyes.
The air around seemed to be frozen, with only the sound of the whistling sea breeze and the sound of waves coming from the distance.
"I said, as long as you are with Lin Youyang, you will be in hell without my revenge!" Zhou Shuwan's voice was very soft, like a whisper.
Zhao Shanshan's whole body shook, and she was stunned for a while. A line of tears rolled down from her intact eye, leaving a clear mark on her dusty face.
Zhou Shuwan couldn't explain how he felt at the moment.
But she absolutely couldn't stand such silence, so she simply finished her words in one breath: "I just heard Lin Youyang say that you were still alive, so I came to see you!"
After hearing the name "Lin Youyang", Zhao Shanshan suddenly became angry and wanted to rush towards Zhou Shuwan again and again.
No one knew what kind of torture she had suffered during those years on the Pirate Island. She looked extremely weak and couldn't get up for a long time. She just struggled in vain on the ground.
But she howled angrily, digging her nails into the wall, not caring about the blood.
Zhou Shuwan originally thought that she was full of anger towards herself, but suddenly she realized that her anger was directed at Lin Youyang.
She half squatted down and said slowly: "I don't know what Lin Youyang did to you. You can't speak now, but you can still write. I will bring you paper and pen. If you want revenge, you can write down all the crimes of Lin Youyang..."
There was a certain allure in her voice.
Zhao Shanshan's only intact eye stared at her intently, looking like a weathered old woman, her eyes full of hatred and despair.
But she finally shifted her gaze and reached out her hand to Zhou Shuwan with trembling hands.
Zhou Shuwan hesitated slightly, but still extended his hand.
Zhao Shanshan's hands were icy cold and bony, as if they would break at any time.
She held Zhou Shuwan's hand tightly, her fingertips almost digging into her flesh.
The rags on the roof of the resettlement site rustled in the wind, making a dull sound.
Above our heads, the gloomy sky is so oppressive that it makes people feel breathless.
Zhao Shanshan pointed her other hand towards her throat with trembling hands, then dropped it weakly.
Zhou Shuwan couldn't bear to watch, she withdrew her hand and stood up: "I understand, I'll ask someone to bring paper and pen."
Zhao Shanshan's eyes followed Zhou Shuwan until she disappeared at the door.
A female soldier who was responsible for protecting them came over with a piece of freshly steamed potato in her hand. It was soft and tender. She handed it to Zhao Shanshan and said, "Eat it."
Zhao Shanshan didn't react at all, she just stared blankly at the door, with a strange light flashing in her eyes.
The resettlement site was filled with a foul smell mixed with sweat and blood, which was disgusting.
A few flies were buzzing in the air, landing on people from time to time.
Zhou Shuwan walked out of the tent and took a deep breath, as if to expel all the dirty air in the tent.
She looked back at the tent, feeling mixed emotions.