Secret Admiration: Finding True Love After Prison novel Chapter 505

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Did he faint or was he in a coma? 

His skin was very light, and Meryl didn’t notice his appearance because he was lying on the ground. 

She felt his pulse. 

Then she pinched several acupuncture points on his body twice and pressed his philtrum, and the man finally woke up. 

When he opened his eyes, he looked cold. 

He reached out his hand and, almost instinctively, grabbed her neck tightly. 

He thought Meryl wanted to harm him. 

Meryl was almost suffocated by his pinching. Her face was swollen and purple. She felt so uncomfortable that she felt like she was about to die. 

She struggled but was played around by him like a little chicken. 

“Who sent you here?” 

“What is your goal?” 

“Do you want to kill me just like them?” 

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The man asked three questions in a row. Meryl rolled her eyes in discomfort. She even felt that she would die in the next second. 

He looked at her coldly. He asked her so many questions but didn’t give her a chance to speak. 

Blood flowed from the man’s forehead to his cheek, and then to the ground. 

He was seriously injured. 

Under the hazy moonlight, he looked like a cold–blooded Satan, an unredeemed demon, dragging people into the abyss of hell. 

Meryl used up all her strength before she got a chance to catch her breath. 

She held the man’s hand tightly and said with difficulty, “I am here to save you…” 

The man sneered and looked disdainfully. 

“Save me?” 

“Why should you save me?” 

“Who are you to me that you have to save me?” 

He looked as if Meryl was too nosy. 

“If someone like me dies, everyone will celebrate. Why would you save me?” 

“If you care about me so much, why not die with me?” 

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Meryl’s gaze paused slightly. She noticed that there was no desire to survive in the man’s eyes. 

He wasn’t kidding. 

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Not knowing where the courage came from, Meryl looked into his eyes boldly. 

“If you are not afraid of death, so why are you afraid of living?” 

The man stared into her eyes and said, “What’s the point of being alive? Once you’ve entered a place like this, there’s not hope in life. Even if you just barely survive, you’re just a dying 

corpse.” 

Meryl said, “In this world, nothing belongs to you. Only your feelings and experiences belong to you. The purpose of living. is to live every day well, to see the landscapes and all things growing, and to experience joy, anger, and sorrow, as well as all kinds of life.” 

The man chuckled again and said, “So, the wound on your foot is also the reason for you to live? 879, this wound should be caused by being beaten, right? How do you feel, you little cripple?” 

879 was Meryl’s code name in prison and was embroidered on her clothes.