Her forehead dropped to rest against their joined hands, her tears soaking into his skin and the sterile hospital sheets beneath.
"I will do anything you ask of me," she breathed, the ultimate surrender from someone who had spent her entire life, two lifetimes, refusing to bend to anyone's will. "Anything. You want me to see a psychiatrist, I will... You want me to be good, I will... I will do anything for you... Absolutely anything.. I will submit to you, I will worship you..."
The confession hung in the air, raw and vulnerable in a way Zhou Yuxi had never been, not even in the privacy of her own thoughts. She'd always prided herself on her strength, her independence, her ability to stand alone. But the truth was bleeding out of her now: she didn't want to stand alone. Not anymore. Not when standing with him had given her something she didn't even know she'd been missing.
