Chapter 9

“He Yang, I never imagined that you would do something so hypocritical and despicable to salvage a relationship.” Song Yulin looked at him coldly.

He Yang stood there, stunned, for a long while the white noise in his ears grew increasingly sharp.

The traffic is noisy, and the skyscrapers resemble a steel jungle, leaving no place for sunlight to escape.

The broken joints in my left hand felt like they were embedded in ice, and the pain was excruciating.

He laughed: "Is that what you think of me?"

Does it matter what I think of you?

Song Yulin's voice was calm; since their separation, his emotions seemed to have vanished without a trace.

"He Yang, if you still want to have some lingering feelings for each other, let's end it here."

He said it on purpose, so that all the hatred and pain would be unveiled in that instant.

Seeing He Yang's pale face, Song Yulin did feel a moment of pleasure.

It turns out that my words can easily hurt the other person.

But soon, even deeper pain came back to haunt them.

Blood seeped slowly through the gauze.

Like barbs, it pricked open the scabs in Song Yulin's heart that she dared not touch.

He turned his head to the side, feeling his fingertips digging into his palm.

He Yang covered his face with his intact hand and suddenly laughed a few times.

He took a few steps back, leaned against the wall, took a deep breath, and shook his head.

"I finally know what I've lost."

He Yang's face was frighteningly pale, and his pupils were like cocoons devouring the void, with blood-red cracks appearing everywhere.

The light, like a thin blade, sculpted the sharp angles of his features, and Song Yulin was startled to realize that the other person was frighteningly thin.

The man said slowly, "I have lost all trust in you, haven't I?"

Song Yulin pursed her lips and remained silent.

He Yang suddenly moved closer and hugged Song Yulin tightly.

The man seemed to be in great pain, his whole body trembling.

He said, "So this is what it feels like to be wronged by someone you love. I wish I could go to hell right now."

“Yulin, if there’s a misunderstanding that needs explaining,” He Yang said, burying his face in Song Yulin’s neck, “it just proves that we never trusted each other.”

"Let's give each other a chance. Three days later, at the museum station, let's leave together."

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Song Yulin couldn't sleep all night after returning home.

He had been spacing out the past few days, and finally couldn't hold back any longer. On the third day, he contacted the big shot who had helped them.

When Song Yulin was surprised to learn that the other person spoke fluent Chinese, she realized that the big shot was actually of mixed Chinese and French descent.

"How is He's hand?" This was the first thing the big boss asked when they met. "When he and a few others rushed over to save you, I thought it was too reckless, but he wanted to uphold the spirit of chivalry, so there was nothing I could do."

Song Yulin's hand trembled slightly, spilling tea onto the table. He asked, puzzled, "Hand?"

He suddenly waved to a distant spot, and a blond boy walked over and knelt down in front of Song Yulin, weeping bitterly.

He rattled off a long string of words, leaving Song Yulin, whose French was already rather uninspired, feeling dizzy and confused.

The big shot raised an eyebrow, took out a translator, and a male electronic voice mechanically and emotionlessly stated the truth.

“He Yang didn’t set up the scheme. It’s because I hate him that he caused my boss to be arrested, so I’m framing him.”

"This lie is so clumsy, I don't think you'll believe it. I didn't mean to—"

"The man who made us pay to ruin your hands is very young, and I think his surname is also Mo."

Song Yulin clutched his chest, his heart feeling like it was wound up countless times, the pain so intense that he could barely breathe.

Destroy his hand? His surname is Mo—

He believed that He Yang was not behind this scheme.

Perhaps he had lost faith in He Yang's love, but he believed in his appreciation of his own talents.

He believed someone after just one sentence.

Honestly, it wasn't that he lost his mind, but rather that his retaliatory anger towards He Yang made him unable to trust the other person anymore.

You don't actually believe that, do you?

The big boss initially had a smile on his lips, but upon seeing Song Yulin's expression, his face immediately turned serious.

"Do you know that He suffered a comminuted fracture of his left hand because of you? The ligaments in his thumb and index finger are torn!"

"He was once the third-place winner in a national youth piano competition, but since then, he has never been able to play the piano again!"

"You know he loves art. The piano is his only refuge from the pressure of his work. He's trading his own dream for yours!"

Song Yulin's fingertips trembled, her heart felt like it was being crushed, and her whole body was cold.

"It's stupid, isn't it? You won't appreciate it." The big boss sneered and leaned back in his chair. "People are realistic; one-sided giving is morally reprehensible. He's even somewhat disabled now, how can he compare to the new Alpha beside you?"

"He originally asked me to help you investigate the people who bought your services," the big boss raised an eyebrow. "But I think you don't really need to. The Mo family and the Lu family have connections everywhere; neither is inferior to the He family. Why should he worry about you? Yulin, actually, I'm very grateful to you for bringing him to his senses sooner; that's better than anything else."

After the big shot finished speaking, he left directly, but Song Yulin sat in her seat, feeling as if her heart was a honeycomb, full of holes.

He never thought of turning back, but at least they shouldn't have parted ways amidst suspicion and misunderstanding.

With an hour to go before the appointment, Song Yulin first tried to hail a taxi, but encountered a traffic jam.

Ground traffic was completely blocked, and cars were stuck to the road, unable to move.

Song Yulin had no choice but to get out of the car and run forward.

A cold wind howled, chilling my lungs to the bone.

He even felt a dull pain when he breathed.

I don't know how long I ran, but when I arrived at my destination, I had three minutes left.

Song Yulin was so exhausted that she was covered in sweat and stopped for several seconds, supporting her knees.

He searched for He Yang's figure and finally saw a man wearing a wool coat not far away—the coat was from a brand that He Yang liked and had ordered many of.

Song Yulin walked over and stood behind the man. Just as she was about to speak, the man turned around.

Her heart felt like it was being clenched tightly. Song Yulin's eyes widened suddenly, and her voice trembled: "Lu... Lu An?"

Yes, indeed, from the back, He Yang and Lu An are indeed difficult to distinguish from each other because of their similar height and build.

Song Yulin always subconsciously forgets this point.

When Lu An saw him, he smiled and handed him a letter: "He Yang said you invited me here."

Song Yulin opened the app with trembling fingers and saw a few words.

"Yulin, actually I left an hour ago."

"If you come on time, I won't be able to say goodbye."

"If I am the source of your pain, then I will leave."

"Yulin, I wish you happiness."

It felt as if an invisible icy needle had pierced her heart. Song Yulin's tears soaked the letter, and she couldn't breathe.