Pure Love Imprisoned: My Ex-Boyfriend, Who Blamed Me, Imprisoned Me in Love

He Duoye may be a potential antisocial psychopath.

This is something Lin Mian gradually realized after breaking up with him.

He Duoye suddenly moved to the village during the summer after she graduated from junior high school.

At that time, Lin Mian had just moved to the countryside. Because her father was working away from home, she lived alone in an unfamiliar village, feeling bored, annoyed, and lonely every day.

One day, she suddenly heard her neighbor's grandmother say that a very handsome young man had moved to the village.

At fifteen, Lin Mian was bursting with hormones. Hearing that he was handsome, she was eager to meet him. She hadn't made many friends in the village and was incredibly bored and empty every day.

The boy who moved in lived across the street from her in a very dilapidated old house.

It was the most dilapidated and old house in the village. The windows were cracked, and through the gaps in the glass, the inside was covered in dust and garbage. The yard was overgrown with weeds, making it look like a haunted house.

I never expected that a teenager would move in.

A section of the old house's wall had collapsed, revealing a yard overgrown with weeds, resembling a desolate wasteland.

Young He Duoye stood amidst waist-high weeds. He was tall and thin, with a buzz cut. His features were sharp and defined; he was indeed handsome, but his gaze towards Lin Mian was cold, devoid of any welcome.

There was only rejection, wariness, and aversion.

Lin Mian immediately dismissed the idea of ​​befriending him; she instinctively felt that this boy was dangerous.

A summer vacation in the countryside without companions is dull and long, so much so that even though Lin Mian knows He Duoye is dangerous, she still can't help but pay attention to this handsome boy of the same age.

Every time she passed by his dilapidated house, she couldn't help but peek inside.

The yard, which had been overgrown with weeds, was cleared clean, revealing a flat patch of dirt. The dilapidated wall was repaired, the gate was tightly closed, and the broken windows were still broken, but a bare wall had been built behind them with stones.

Most of the time, she couldn't see He Duoye.

One evening, she bought ice cream at the convenience store and ate it as she walked home. When she passed by He Duoye's house again, she habitually glanced at the quiet courtyard.

Perhaps the ice cream made her too relaxed; she stood blankly by the roadside, tiptoeing to look inside.

A moment later, she suddenly felt a cold gaze. She turned her head and saw He Duoye standing two meters away. He was tall and thin, with a buzz cut like a convict, and holding a chicken with drooping wings in his hand.

The sky was dark, but Lin Mian could still clearly see the blood flowing from the chicken.

The ground was stained red, as were He Duoye's pale calves.

He carried the bloody chicken and slowly walked over, a full head and a half taller than Lin Mian. He looked down at her, his gaze sweeping over her face, the ice cream she was biting into, and her body in her sundress.

The ice cream melted, dripping stickily onto her delicate collarbone.

He Duoye glanced at her, then looked at her wide eyes and asked, "So curious? Why don't you come in and sit down?"

He gave her a dangerous feeling, so she quickly shook her head and ran away.

Back home, Lin Mian's mind was still filled with the bloody chicken that He Duoye was carrying.

After that, whenever she passed by He Duoye's house, she would still steal a glance, but she no longer dared to stop and linger.

Until a small dog in the village got into a car accident.

It's unclear which passing car hit it, but the skinny little dog had its belly dented and was lying paralyzed on the road, its nose and mouth full of blood, whimpering pitifully.

The dog's owner was a notoriously stingy old man in the village. Seeing that the puppy was seriously injured and beyond saving, he picked it up and threw it into the woods, leaving it to die.

That dog was pitiful. It often went hungry and was very thin. Its fur was dry and brittle, but its eyes were always wet, looking at people with an innocent and clean gaze.

Lin Mian sometimes feeds it.

Seeing it thrown into the woods to die was agonizing for her. She wanted to do something for the puppy, but she was just a fifteen-year-old girl living in a remote rural area.

There was nothing she could do but sit in the woods, hugging her knees, and watch the whimpering puppy with a heavy heart.

She had to cruelly hope the puppy would die soon so it wouldn't have to whimper in pain anymore.

But life can be incredibly resilient at times.

The puppy clung to a faint breath, its sunken and deformed chest rising and falling as it stubbornly and painfully panted.

As Lin Mian began to fantasize about whether the puppy would miraculously recover from its injuries, she suddenly heard footsteps.

Lin Mian turned around and was surprised to see He Duoye dressed in black.

He walked over slowly.

Lin Mian sat on the ground, looking up at him, and thus, in her vision, He Duoye's height carried a tense and sharp sense of oppression.

He stopped in front of Lin Mian, lowered his head, and stared at Lin Mian, whose eyes were wide open.

The light in the woods was already dimmer than outside, and he was backlit, his face showing a dark and cold expression, his gaze direct and intrusive.

Lin Mian's heart pounded in her chest, probably from fright.

She immediately looked away and lowered her head.

He Duoye squatted down next to her. In the awkward silence, he pulled out a dagger, its white reflection flashing in Lin Mian's eyes.

She became nervous with fear.

He Duoye turned to look at her and said, "This dog is beyond saving. I'm going to end its suffering now. Do you have a problem with that?"

Lin Mian looked at the suffering puppy, then at the nonchalant He Duoye. She suddenly remembered the bloody chicken and wondered what He Duoye was going to do next, but emotionally she couldn't believe it.

Because that's too bloody and cruel.

So she asked, rather pointlessly, "What do you want to do?"

He Duoye twirled the dagger, the sharp blade twirling between his fingers. He said, "Help it end its suffering."

Lin Mian picked at her knees, pursed her lips, and remained silent.

Seeing that she didn't speak, He Duoye stretched out the hand holding the knife towards the puppy.

The little dog, weakened to the point of only whimpering, saw this and its wet eyes flickered, its tail wagging gently. It didn't know it was a knife; it only saw the human hand approaching it.

But the next second, He Duoye pressed its head down and plunged the dagger into the puppy's neck.

That scene terrified Lin Mian, giving her nightmares for several nights in a row.

At that time, she didn't know about antisocial personality disorder. She just felt that He Duoye was cold and dangerous, unlike any other boy her age she had ever met.

She was terrified of He Duoye, yet like a cat courting death, she couldn't help but be curious about him.

Looking back now, this guy already had the potential to be the leader of an evil organization.

He was so ruthless and cruel that he remained unfazed even when his ex-girlfriend was being fed to a tiger while hanging upside down.

After He Duoye appeared, the henchman who was controlling the roller skates quickly pulled Lin Mian up, preventing the ferocious tiger from biting off her slender legs.

Lin Mian's legs went weak with fear, and she couldn't stand up at all, collapsing with a thud at He Duoye's feet.

Suddenly, all around fell silent. No one made a sound except for the tiger below, which let out a low growl as if unwilling to give up.

When Lin Mian looked up at He Duoye, tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks in fright—how pathetic! So, before she could even see He Duoye's face, Lin Mian immediately lowered her head.

The young man nervously explained, "Third Young Master, I was testing her to see if she could keep her mouth shut."

He Duoye asked lazily and casually, "Oh, so is she being stubborn?"

The pretty boy nodded: "Pretty tough, didn't say anything."

He Duoye grunted in response. He lit a cigarette unhurriedly, and in the seemingly calm next second, he suddenly raised his leg and kicked the pretty boy off the three-meter-high platform.

With a loud thud, Lin Mian's shoulders trembled, and her eyes widened instantly.

The pretty boy fell directly onto the grass, rolling around while clutching his knees, and the ferocious tigers immediately surrounded him, instantly engulfing him.

Lin Mian was stunned, and even stopped crying.

"So curious? Shall I take you down to play too?" He Duoye squatted down next to Lin Mian, pinched Lin Mian's chin with the fingers holding a cigarette, and turned her face towards him.

It's a menthol cigarette, with a somewhat refreshing taste, but it can't escape the unpleasant smell of traditional cigarettes.

Lin Mian suddenly remembered, quite inappropriately, that He Duoye had once quit smoking for her.

She couldn't help but raise her eyes and look into the eyes of this horrible ex-boyfriend.

The sky grew darker and darker, and He Duoye's eyes were pitch black and had a kind of gloomy and cold feel to them.

Lin Mian couldn't see through it, but the moment their eyes met, she felt her still-unsteady heartbeat become even more intense.