All Chapters of Her Purgatorium: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The wind was blowing hard, knocking the branches of the old tree against the window.At that time of year, that screeching sound managed to wake up Sheng Li Mei efficiently, as if it were like a cry for help from the glass that trembled every time a branch rushed towards it.The night had certainly been warm, and the open shutters on the top floor of the house marked the time when the gusts rushed over the area.The dry wood creaked and the fall of the few leaves that still had to that walnut tree produced a different melody that night that reminded him for a brief moment of a drizzle.If she paid attention she could hear the sound of rushing footsteps across the corridor. For the thirteenth time that week, at four o'clock in the morning, the staff ran, locking the shutters while they prayed that the madam would not wake up. Only God could know how bad the character of that woman was if she could not sleep a full night.It was just four hours after the

It was almost noon and her body seemed not wanting to listen.She leaned against the service bathroom wall of the bar and dropped sowly cushioning the speed of her descent by the humidity of the wall tiles that made her bare skin stick with weird squeaking.When she reached the ground she stretched  her legs and leaned on the the red piqué shirt she had been wearing since six o'clock in the morning. She nedeeded some air.She hated that bathroom wich suddenly seemed to be not  ventilated. She hated those tiles that made she feel even sticker. She hated that shirt that made her sweat.No. Actually she didn't hate all that. The only thing she hated most was the temperature of that day that didn't let her skin breathe under the uniform and what make the air felt so charged that seemed like it couldn't get through the tiny bathroom window.'It's a public bathroom, shouldn't the windows allow for better vetilation? Just three more h

The bar was located on the second floor of the shopping center and as she was descending, the clock planted at the foot of the escalator indicated that it was already 13hs.It took her fifteen minutes to reach the street crossing students, foreigners, couples and children who seemed to enjoy such busy surroundings.Places that enjoyed a location like the Nuit Shopping, between the most important university in the province and the most direct route to the airport, had a surprising number of people during lunch time; adorned by legal buildings and the headquarters of some companies, had obtained the label of one of the most exclusive shopping centers in the country.Luckily Shaiming's house was a few blocks away so it wouldn't take her more than another twenty minutes to get there on foot.As she crossed the gate and walked the two and a half metres to the front door of the house, she stopped in front of the digital lock.When she accepted the humili

He knew that being so impulsive could be dangerous. But he needed she.Standing in front of the white house, he followed the route he had seen her do and stopped at the back entrance.He'd already been there before, so he noticed the wear on that door with displeasure.Four years and they had not tried to renew the painting and although the digital lock was new, he found it tasteless in such an old house.As soon as he turned the handle the door opened.'Don't you know you should lock the door? Anyone could come in while you sleep.'He needed to lock the back door while the front door had an automatic lock.' As if to steal the thief would enter by the front...' He snap with the tongue as he sigh.The volume of the music that received he indicated that she was not sleeping.He felt a little disappointed as he headed to the bedroom, he imagined her on the bed, breathing deeply and softly with her eyes cl

Almost in her fifties she maintained her balanced figure as well as in her thirties; With her brown hair tied at the nape of her neck, she walked away dressed in a delicate pink dress that's tight at the bust and fell to below her knees, exposing much of her long legs, and with no more detail than a ribbon at the height of her waist, tied neatly in a bun. In her best times she had had a few more kilos but after falling ill, one did not find in her face the same brightness that she use to have in her clear eyes.Slim, tall and elegant.It was all that was left of Gu Jing; And while these characteristics did her justice, whoever knew her before chemotherapy could bear witness to everything that was no longer in her.With her fists clenched at her sides, Yang Mi had to swallow all the words that stuck in her throat when she saw Lady Gu arrive.A few more seconds and at last she would have put on her place at that brat, but the Lady arrived.She though