Chapter 227 He was piecing together that diary

Si Yuan's hand froze in mid-air, her blood instantly congealing.

She mechanically turned around, still holding the heavy, cold ashtray in her hand.

Suddenly, Song Yan appeared at the doorway.

He didn't fly into a rage as expected, nor was he even slightly surprised.

He simply stood there quietly, holding a glass of milk and a plate of food, looking at her from afar with indifference, the stagnant water in his eyes turning into chilling ice.

He came to bring her food.

But when I opened the door, I saw this scene.

"Xiao Yuan," Song Yan walked towards her step by step and slowly asked, "Didn't I tell you to be good?"

"Didn't you promise me you'd be good?"

He was genuinely confused and couldn't understand why Si Yuan always wanted to escape.

So much so that every time Si Yuan resisted, it felt like he was being stabbed in the heart.

She's clearly his sister!

Si Yuan instinctively gripped the ashtray in her hand, as if it were her only weapon, her voice trembling but carrying a hint of determination: "Song Yan, let me go... You can't do this to me!"

Song Yan stopped a few steps away from her, his gaze falling on the ashtray in her hand, then glancing at the cracked window, a strange smile slowly curving his lips.

"Go? Where to? To find Jiang Wang?"

His tone was soft, yet it carried a chilling, suffocating quality.

Si Yuan gasped, slowly backing away, looking at Song Yan with fear.

She shook her head and said, "I'm not looking for anyone. I just want to take my child away. Song Yan, if you continue like this, we really... will never be able to go back."

Can we never go back?

Song Yan sneered inwardly.

There's no going back now.

From the night he decided to lock her up, from the moment she repeatedly lied to him for Jiang Wang's sake, there was no going back.

Si Yuan felt utterly hopeless as he continued to approach.

She pointed the ashtray at herself and threatened him in return: "If you don't let me go, all you'll be taking on the plane is my corpse!"

Song Yan watched as she pointed the ashtray at her head, her hands trembling.

He suddenly laughed, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

Instead of stopping, he approached even more recklessly until the suffocating sense of oppression completely enveloped Si Yuan.

"Xiao Yuan, you can't die."

"You can't bear to part with Jiang Wang, and you can't bear to part with Xiao Zhou."

“If you die now, he and I will come looking for you very soon.”

Si Yuan felt a chill run through her body, as if her heart had stopped.

Song Yan's expression wasn't threatening; it was serious.

Si Yuan knew she had utterly failed. She closed her eyes and screamed, "Song Yan! You're insane!"

"I'm crazy."

Suddenly, Song Yan lunged forward, grabbed Si Yuan's wrist, and with a slight pull, Si Yuan cried out in pain, and the ashtray crashed to the ground.

"Since you're so disobedient..."

Song Yan pushed her down onto the sofa, pinning her down and holding her hands tightly, his eyes bloodshot with obsessive intensity. "Then you don't need to take the plane tomorrow either."

He lowered his head, his warm breath spraying onto Si Yuan's terrified face, his voice so soft it sent chills down one's spine.

"We're staying here, we're not going anywhere."

"I'll weld all the doors and windows shut, so you can only look at me and depend on me for the rest of your life... okay?"

Si Yuan was frightened.

She never knew that the gentle and refined Song Yan could be so fierce.

Every time Si Yuan thought she understood Song Yan well enough, he would catch her off guard again.

Si Yuan struggled violently, tears streaming down her face, her voice hoarse as she cried out, "No! I'll go with you, I'll go with you!"

Song Yan, however, remained completely calm and had long since stopped believing her.

Her thoughts were only on Song Yan from beginning to end.

He smiled noncommittally, his fingers stroking Si Yuan's cheek, but his eyes were dark and cold.

"Then you'd better behave and listen to me."

He leaned close to her ear and warned dangerously, "If I find out you have even the slightest thought of running away again, I'll have no choice but to lock you back in that room."

"It's okay if you lock it in, Xiaozhou and I will stay with you."

Si Yuan trembled. Looking at Song Yan's handsome yet distorted face, she knew that he meant what he said.

She nodded tremblingly, her voice so weak it was almost inaudible: "I...I won't run anymore."

Song Yan smiled with satisfaction and bent down to kiss away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"good."

He rose slightly, gently smiling as he straightened her disheveled clothes.

“My mother is more accepting now. We’ll go back to China in a few years. Everything will be fine then, okay?”

Si Yuan lowered her head and remained silent.

Her heart was completely dead, like a stagnant pool, no longer capable of stirring even a ripple. It was as if she were facing a psychopath who wouldn't kill her, and she had no choice but to compromise.

She felt that whatever Song Yan said now was just a disgusting excuse to keep her by his side.

But she dared not refute him and could only nod mechanically, afraid of angering the madman again.

It's late at night.

The villa was deathly silent, with only the ticking of the wall clock echoing in the empty room.

Si Yuan lay on the bed with her eyes closed, her breathing steady, and she looked as if she had fallen asleep.

But in reality, she was constantly on edge and dared not actually fall asleep.

She could sense the movement around her.

Song Yan wasn't asleep. Instead, he sat on a stool by the bed, glancing at her every now and then, fiddling with something under the dim light of the bedside lamp.

After a long while, Si Yuan finally couldn't resist and slowly opened her eyes a crack.

Then, she saw a scene that made her blood freeze.

Song Yan was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding glue and scissors, carefully piecing together a pile of shredded paper. That pile of paper… Si Yuan’s pupils suddenly contracted.

That was her diary.

That diary that recorded all her thoughts during her teenage years, all about her crush on Song Yan before she turned eighteen.

She clearly remembered that after Lin Shuangyu exposed this diary, the Song family collected and destroyed it all, making it disappear from the world completely.

But Song Yan... actually kept it.

Not only did I keep it, I've kept it for so many years.

He bowed his head, like a devout believer, patiently and carefully piecing together the torn pieces of paper according to the date and time, and then read the text again.

Si Yuan felt as if her heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand. Looking at the things in Song Yan's hands, she felt a chill run from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

These things were the most precious girlish secrets to Si Yuan in the past.

But for her now, it's all a disgrace.

Why does Song Yan still want to retrieve those shameful things?

Si Yuan looked at the man piecing together her past under the light, and her head throbbed with pain.

For the first time, she felt that Song Yan was so unfamiliar and so terrifying. She had never known what he was thinking or what he wanted to do.

The whole world has gone mad.