Mo Roulan was very calm after sorting out her thoughts.
This time she wanted to live well with the ones who cherished her, not the ones who ruined her in every possible way.
The sound came again. She could tell that he was trying to free himself. He was awake now.
Looking around herself she saw a bottle lying a few steps far from her.
Dragging her chair to that spot, she rolled to the floor. Due to uncontrolled movement, her elbow got scratched in this process.
Ignoring the pain, she tried to hold the bottle with her tied hands. Then she broke it on the floor with all the energy she had.
Picking a piece of broken glass of bottle she cut the rope tying her hands. Since her hands were tied behind her, she could not see. When her hands were finally free, her fingers were almost red with blood.
In her last life, she had done the same. That time, she saved him because she could not bear to hurt him.
This time she will save him because she was the reason for him being here.
After all the ropes were cut. She broke the lock of the door with an iron rod lying in the room.
Coming out of the room, she saw the door of another room. The noises inside the room did not end.
She has to face him this once. After this, she will never show her face to him.
As if remembering something, Mo Roulan tried to find her handkerchief in her pocket. The pink handkerchief was still clean. She tied it on her face leaving only her eyes uncovered.
'Yes, now he will not be able to see me.'
With the same rod, she broke the lock of the room. The room was silent now. Ignoring her slightly fastened heartbeat, she pushed the door inside.
A boy of about eighteen years old was lying on the floor. He was tied to the chair. His beautiful white face was covered with sweat.
Looking at his position anyone could tell that he must have rolled the chair in order to get to the door. His cold blue eyes were now fixed on Mo Roulan.
She looked into his eyes.
How many years has it been since she last saw those eyes free from any disgust and hate towards her?
Now his eyes only carried some vigilance towards her due to her sudden entry.
There was no fear, no panic.
Maybe because of her height she looked like a young child and that's why he didn't fear her. Or Maybe he never feared anyone.
Mo Roulan knew that later was the case.
Taking slow steps towards him, she stood in front of his tied hands that were tied to the back of the chair.
It should have taken her less time to open the ropes because her brain was now of an adult unlike in the past life when she took a lot of time to open these ropes.
But her hands were trembling because of cuts or maybe because of the boy's scorching gaze at herself. He was looking at her with a tilted head in her direction. She confirmed by herself that the former was the case.
Her hands were trembling only because of her cuts.
Irritated with her own reactions, she stood up and went into the room where she was tied previously.
Picking a piece of the broken bottle, she came back to the same room again where he was tied.
There was a flash of surprise in his eyes when he looked at the girl who came back. Maybe he was thinking that she had left.
Even though he didn't know her, but he could tell that she was trying to free him.
Mo Roulan didn't give him any explanation for her actions. She came back to her position and this time she cut the ropes with the glass.
In the past life, she didn't want to use the glass to cut the rope fearing that she would hurt him unintentionally.
When the boy looked at the glass piece in her hands, he got to know why she went out a few minutes before.
'Fortunately, she was an intelligent child.' He thought.
When his hands were free, he reached for the glass piece in her hand. He could cut the ropes himself on his foot now as his hands were free.
The young girl could get cuts on her hands.
"Give me that."
Pointing towards her hand, he said very gently. Roulan looked at his eyes which were somewhat soft.
When he put his hand in front of her, she nonchalantly put the glass piece in his hands with her trembling hand. But before she could take her hand back, he held her wrist and turned it.
Looking at the several cuts on her hands, he frowned.
Mo Roulan swiftly took her hand back from his grip and looked at him with blank eyes.
"How did you get them?"
He tried to ask her gently yet there was some harshness in his voice. She was just a child, that too a girl.
"None of your business."
The girl's voice was very soft but her words revealed her indifference towards him.
When she saw him still looking at her hands, she reminded him.
"Hurry up unless you want to be left here alone. I don't have that much time."
The boy was amazed at her words. Everyone has always fawned over him so he was used to that bootlicking behavior. This was the first time he was being treated indifferently.
His lips curled into a small smile unconsciously which was barely visible. He looked at her eyes and he could tell that she meant whatever she said.
Such an interesting girl.
For the first time in his life, the young master He felt that he can also be a burden to someone.