Chapter 6

Even though Song Yulin said that, He Yang held on tightly and refused to let go.

Hesitation leads to trouble.

Song Yulin suddenly felt a suffocating sense of unease and distress.

He was the one who was injured, and he didn't even want an apology, so why did the other person look like they were in pain?

He was really tired.

I don't want to be like a fragile piece of paper, riddled with holes by the damp rain of memories.

Why bother arguing any further?

Song Yulin looked at the other person: "I know that after I left, you used your connections to cancel my membership, and you quickly regretted it."

“Cancellation is easy, but reinstatement is difficult.” He wanted to smile, but his lips felt stiff. “However, President He’s status in politics, business, and the arts is not to be underestimated, so although the process was difficult, you still managed to reinstate my membership quickly using various methods.”

"You must think I've already received special treatment, right?"

Song Yulin stared at him and said, word by word.

"What gives you the right, He Yang?"

"Why did you convict me without even investigating the matter properly?"

Song Yulin closed his eyes, tears falling from his eyelashes and landing on the back of He Yang's hand.

"Because you were the one who discovered me?"

The pain of having a scab torn from her heart made Song Yulin almost choke up.

"Because I'm your lover?"

“He Yang, if you had trusted me even a little more back then, we wouldn’t have ended up like this.”

He concluded by saying, "He Yang, I am an independent and complete person. I am not your appendage."

He Yang's face turned pale instantly.

The sunlight, thin as a cicada's wing, shattered at the slightest touch when it fell into his eyes.

No.

The scent of freesia is so strong, yet it feels like a thin blade scraping the back of your neck.

Memories flood back.

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His early life was smooth sailing. He graduated from a prestigious university, his family had a political background, and he caught the wave of the times by starting an emerging internet company. In just a few years, he expanded the business left by his father several times over.

The discovered Song Yulin is exceptionally talented and shares similar interests; even her appearance is extraordinary.

He Yang once wondered whether he signed Song Yulin because he was attracted to her paintings or because he was attracted to her as a person.

That day, the sky was high and the clouds were light. Song Yulin was wearing a clean hoodie and jeans. The sunlight fell like dandelion seeds onto Song Yulin's eyebrows and the corners of her eyes.

The gentle strokes of autumn, lightly rhyming with the rhythms of poetry, outline Song Yulin's beautiful and delicate features.

He Yang remembers being suddenly stunned at that moment.

Song Yulin's paintings were still immature at that time, but He Yang really wanted to keep him. As a businessman, he stubbornly claimed that Song Yulin had eight points of talent but ten, making Song Yulin blush with embarrassment.

The boy clutched the sketchbook tightly, his knuckles turning pale.

He Yang immediately regretted it. Would his enthusiasm scare people away?

He has lived for so many years, surrounded by many people, but his heart is like an iron tree, never blossoming.

He Yang almost doubted that he was a member of the heterosexual group, but unexpectedly, he met 23-year-old Song Yulin just after turning 29.

This is simply a stroke of luck.

But what He Yang didn't expect was that Song Yulin was indeed exceptionally talented.

As a painting class teacher founded by He Yang, he was indeed influenced by the students' creative styles, becoming more authentic and unpretentious.

After the two met, Song Yulin's creative style underwent a watershed change.

To help him improve, He Yang took him on a trip to various countries to gather inspiration, and after seeking guidance from masters, Song Yulin suddenly shone like a dusty gem, his works becoming so dazzling that they were almost blinding.

Only He Yang himself knew that his purpose in taking Song Yulin on a tour of various countries was clearly not what it seemed.

He Yang later became somewhat overly fanatical.

Love and admiration surged in his chest like boiling magma, and he spared no effort in showering Song Yulin with all his connections and resources.

His love also led him to sculpt Song Yulin in his heart into a pure and untouchable goddess.

Despite the fierce atmosphere between fqq and the sensitive period, he couldn't bear to touch the other.

So when Song Yulin said, "If it's you, sir, I can," He Yang's walls of reason crumbled.

The madness he desired was so extreme that it almost devoured people whole.

When He Yang learned that Song Yulin was suspected of plagiarism, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

He could not tolerate the cracks and mold growing on the idols he worshipped.

He examined the sketches provided by the young master and found that they did indeed bear Song Yulin's signature.

The scenery depicted in the painting belongs to a private villa, with the attic even locked with a key.

Aside from the Mo family, it's impossible for anyone to have seen all of that.

Moreover, Song Yulin's father even testified that Song Yulin took the young master's drawings home and secretly copied them.

Every single fact points to Song Yulin.

But what terrified He Yang the most was that he even had a certain idea.

Even if Song Yulin was fabricated, he wanted to erase all evidence to protect her.

This thought made He Yang feel extremely disgusted and irritated. How could he disregard the most basic principles of being a human being just because he loved someone?

The conflicting emotions tore at his heart, and he couldn't control his indifference, alienation, and suspicion.

His passionate love turned into an absolute fastidiousness towards Song Yulin's behavior.

But after Song Yulin left, He Yang finally regretted it.

If, by some chance, he were to wrongly accuse the other party, then he would be the one who personally pushed Song Yulin into hell.

However, things turned out to be the worst possible outcome.

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He Yang knew that anything he said at this moment would be too powerless and pale.

His ruthlessness and decisiveness, meant to be a sword to protect his lover, were instead turned into a cold blade by himself, plunging into the other's chest.

How can I let go? How can I forget?

The first time my heart fluttered, the first time my soul resonated.

It was Song Yulin who taught him what love is.

The name Song Yulin is like a carving knife, sculpting his life beyond recognition.

The pain was so intense it felt like the body was about to split open, and the scent of freesia seemed to come from afar and then come back up.

He craved it so much, yet even breathing felt like a sin.

"I love you."

He Yang couldn't help but hug the other person, as if embracing a fire in the darkness.

"It was my stubbornness, my stupidity, and all the mistakes I made."

"I can accept any punishment you give me."

His voice was hoarse, like a withered branch, as if it could break easily.

"The only thing I can't bear is you leaving me."

But I have already fallen in love with someone else.

Song Yulin glanced at him indifferently, her gaze falling silently like a gemstone that had fallen from a ring setting into her eyes.

"I'm getting married to him soon."

He Yang felt as if his skull had been ripped open, and pain emanated from every pore.