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Da Shewan continued to torment Haohao, his intentions clear: he wanted to sever the bond between Haohao and Anthon completely, making him understand that only Da Shewan was his true friend, the only one worthy of trust.
Da Shewan whispered maliciously in Haohao's ear, using words to wound his already fragile spirit: "When you truly needed help, where was Anthon? What was he doing?"
Haohao's eyes were filled with pain and confusion; he couldn't answer these questions and could only helplessly endure the endless torment.
"Anthon has known something was wrong for a long time," Da Shewan continued, his voice dripping with malice and mockery. "But did he tell you? Did he really want to help you? Why didn't he come with you for a late-night snack? Why?"
Haohao felt a sharp pain in his heart; these questions pierced him like daggers. He began to doubt the relationship he had with Anthon, his inner fear and despair deepening.
Da Shewan's voice grew even more grating: "You see, Haohao, when you needed help the most, Anthon wasn't by your side. He chose to distance himself instead of being there for you. You should understand now that only I truly care about you."
Tears streamed down Haohao's face as his spirit was utterly shattered, unable to bear any more pain. He started to question his judgment, doubting everything about himself.
"You should understand now," Da Shewan said with a cold laugh, continuing to whisper in Haohao's ear, "that only I am your true friend, the only one you can trust. Forget about Anthon; he doesn't care about you at all."
Haohao's eyes were filled with despair and anguish; he could no longer argue or resist, allowing Da Shewan's verbal assaults to completely crush him.
Da Shewan's laughter echoed in his ears, filled with a sick pleasure. He knew that Haohao was now entirely under his control, unable to escape this nightmare.
Haohao's mind was in turmoil; how he wished he could explain things for Anthon, but under these circumstances, any explanation felt so pale and powerless. A sense of resentment toward Anthon began to rise within him, coiling around his heart like a venomous snake.
"Why didn't Anthon suffer this humiliation with me?" Haohao screamed in anger within himself. "Why could Anthon sleep soundly at home while I had to endure humiliation from Da Shewan and these strangers?"
His vision blurred, filled with pain and anger. Every time Da Shewan attacked him with words, that resentment grew stronger. He felt isolated and helpless, forced to face this endless torment.
"Anthon... why aren't you here?" Haohao kept repeating this question in his mind, trying to understand, trying to find a reasonable explanation, but all his efforts were in vain.
Da Shewan's voice echoed in his ears: "When you needed help the most, Anthon was nowhere to be found. He chose to stay away instead of being by your side."
Haohao's heart was torn apart by these words; his sanity gradually crumbled, unable to hold on any longer. His consciousness sank into deep darkness, the resentment and despair within him surged like a tide, completely drowning him.
"Why... why must I endure all of this?" Haohao weakly asked himself, but no one could provide an answer. He felt as if he were being driven into a corner by the merciless reality, unable to escape.
In this endless pain, Haohao felt himself gradually losing hope. His heart was filled with despair and resentment, unable to return to the person he once was. He knew that at this moment he had been utterly destroyed, unable to return to those carefree days.
Da Shewan saw the anger in Haohao's eyes and felt a surge of delight within. He knew he had succeeded; there was no need to win Haohao's heart right now—he only needed to ignite the fire within him. Soon, a spark would be enough to start a wildfire. Once Anthon was pushed further away by Haohao himself, capturing Haohao would be as easy as taking candy from a child.
Da Shewan's smile grew increasingly cold, a glint of malice flashing in his eyes: "Haohao, do you see? Your anger is so beautiful."
Haohao's chest heaved violently; the fire in his eyes nearly consumed him. He felt immense anger and despair, and his resentment towards Anthon intensified.
"Why... why treat me like this?" Haohao whispered in pain, tears streaming down his face, but he knew these words would receive no response.
Da Shewan laughed coldly as he approached Haohao and gently patted his cheek: "Haohao, stop thinking about those useless things. Right now, you just need to understand that I am the only one who truly cares about you."
Haohao's gaze was filled with confusion and pain; he wanted to resist, but the hatred and anger prevented him from thinking clearly. He felt cornered, trapped in despair that he could not escape.
“Anthon...” Haohao bit his teeth, softly calling Anthon's name, but the sound seemed so weak and powerless against Da Shewan's cold laughter.
Seeing Haohao's reaction, Da Shewan felt increasingly satisfied. He knew that Haohao's heart had begun to waver; he just needed to give him a little more time, and this seed of resentment would take root in Haohao's heart, ultimately allowing him to gain complete control over him.
“Haohao, you must understand, there is no one in this world who can truly understand you. Only I am your true home,” Da Shewan said softly, his tone filled with coldness and threat.
Haohao helplessly closed his eyes; his spirit had been utterly destroyed by this endless pain and torment. He knew he could not escape and could only slowly sink into this nightmare, waiting for an unpredictable future.
Da Shewan looked at Haohao with satisfaction, knowing he had succeeded halfway. He was not in a hurry to win Haohao's heart because he understood that as long as this seed of resentment took root in Haohao's heart, he would eventually be able to easily control him completely. Da Shewan schemed insidiously in his mind; what he needed was not just Haohao's submission but total mental control, making Haohao completely dependent on him, turning him into his most prized possession.
Da Shewan's smile grew more cunning as he realized that Haohao's heart had begun to waver. This seed of resentment had already taken root in his heart, and soon he would have complete control over this pitiful soul. He chuckled with satisfaction, knowing that his plan had succeeded halfway; he just needed to give Haohao a little more time before he could turn him into his most cherished plaything.
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