Chapter 109: No contact with the event

Xu Yueqing's pupils suddenly shrank.

"No one knows what happened." Ji Bingqian's gaze fell blankly on a certain spot, as if he had penetrated time and space and returned to that hellish night. "We only heard the explosion, and then the flames shot up into the sky."

The fire burned all night long and became Ji Bingqian's nightmare every night over the years.

He always dreams about it.

He dreamed that Xiao Chen was wearing that fiery red racing suit and smiling at him brightly and proudly one second ago. The next second, his whole body was engulfed by flames, burned beyond recognition, and he was crying heartbreakingly in the sea of ​​fire.

"Ah Qian, save me!"

Every time he stretched out his hand desperately, trying to pull him out of that purgatory, but all he got through with his fingertips was scorching air.

Then he would wake up from his dream in a cold sweat.

Ji Bingqian's thoughts were pulled away from the sea of ​​fire. He took a big gulp of wine. The spicy liquid burned his throat and made his voice hoarse.

"My mother's mental state has not been very good since then." He finally talked about what happened today.

"She started to confuse Xiaochen and me, which is why things are like this today."

After he finished speaking, he looked up at Xu Yueqing, only to see that Xu Yueqing's eyes were very red, and she was looking at him straight, with her eyes that were always cold and distant, now full of heartache.

Xu Yueqing's throat tightened a little. When she caught Ji Bingqian's gaze, she asked softly, "You must have felt guilty and had a hard time these years, right?"

Ji Bingqian fell silent.

He neither admitted nor denied it.

But this silence is more straightforward than any answer.

Xu Yueqing understood and continued.

"But it's not your fault," she said each word seriously, "You don't have to keep yourself trapped in it."

“People who keep looking back and putting themselves in the past will become sick.”

These words were like a needle, piercing the abscess that Ji Bingqian had been disguising with indifference and strength.

His eyes moved violently, and his voice became even hoarser than before, like crushed sand and gravel.

"If I hadn't taken him to mountain running, he wouldn't have been exposed to competitions."

"Maybe he's still alive and well now."

As soon as these words came out, Xu Yueqing subconsciously stretched out her hand and covered the back of his hand, which was bruised from the force.

His hands were cold, like a piece of ice without any temperature.

Ji Bingqian's body stiffened noticeably, and his gaze shifted from somewhere in the void to her face.

"Although people outside say that Master Ji Jiu is omnipotent," Xu Yueqing's hands were warm, and her voice was soft and gentle, "but you are not a god after all. You can't predict what will happen in the future."

Ji Bingqian's eyes darkened, and he stared at her without blinking, as if he wanted to see her into his soul.

Xu Yueqing did not retreat, facing his heavy and complicated gaze, and continued to speak softly.

"You didn't think that much at that time."

Her voice paused, then suddenly raised the last syllable and continued.

"Maybe Xiaochen will thank you because you have brought him to experience a different life, and that life happens to be the one he likes and wants the most."

Ji Bingqian didn't know how to respond for a moment.

He only felt that the hand covering the back of his hand was small, soft, and had a slight warmth.

But it was this hand that seemed to have some strange power, forcibly grabbing his falling heart, and actually calmed the overwhelming pain a little.