"As long as you wake up, I'll agree to anything. You can do whatever you want, care for whomever you want. As long as you stay by my side, I'll give you freedom, I'll give you whatever you love, is that okay..."
He couldn't lose her again.
He had already been scolded by Zhou Bie and An Bai, telling him he shouldn't treat women like that. To him, Ye Xiaoyu wasn't a lover, wasn't a wife, but a pet he kept by his side.
He could call for her whenever he wanted to shower her with affection, and at other times, he'd have someone watch over her.
Such a life wasn't for living; even prisoners didn't have it as hard as Ye Xiaoyu.
Everyone around her was a pawn to control her. He had turned her into a machine driven by fear.
She had no joy, anger, sadness, only his preferences.
The way he used to treat Rose was the way he treated Ye Xiaoyu, indulging her in anything she wanted to do, letting her be happy.
