Chapter 67

Madeleine's helpless explanation, the more she explained, the more panicked she became. Throughout these years, Madeleine had increasingly become poor at explaining. Alex grabbed Madeleine’s wrist, pulling her to his front. “Okay…” Madeleine’s trailing words didn’t leave her mouth, as she blankly looked at Alex. “Whatever you need, I will agree to,” said Alex, lowering his head to look at the scars on Madeleine’s wrist, all of them were the traces of cutting wrists. "Was it hard... inside?" Alex whispered. Madeleine sat on the floor in front of Alex, her gaze dropped helplessly. Hard? Not really. After all, all hells are interconnected. Whether it's outside or inside, it's just the difference between the eighteenth and seventeenth layers of hell. "These scars can be removed," Alex looked at Madeleine. Madeleine pulled her wrist back, and covered it with clothes. "No... It's not necessary." Why bother playing charades? "You do not need to go to the club anymore. You can follow me, and I