Chapter 72

Cheng Xiangheng and Ping An went to see the sea of ​​flowers in Yunnan together.

It was a very beautiful cherry blossom valley. Under the blue sky and white clouds, large patches of cherry blossoms were in full bloom. Ping'an looked at the endless cherry blossoms, and his heart, which had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly calmed down.

Cheng Xiangheng placed the woven wreath on Ping'an's head, looked at her with satisfaction for a while, and blushed as he wanted to kiss her.

Ping An dodged, but she seemed in a good mood.

Cheng Xiangheng stared at Ping An for a while, and then stayed in Yunnan for several days.

No one expected to encounter a mudslide.

Cheng Xiangheng and Ping An were climbing up the mountain. When they reached halfway up the mountain, they suddenly felt something was wrong.

Before he could see clearly what was happening, Cheng Xiangheng suddenly pulled Ping An and ran towards the nearby ridge!

Ping An's first reaction was that Cheng Xiangheng was up to something again, but the moment she turned her head, she realized something was wrong.

First there was the sound of branches breaking, and then the mud in the distance, carrying with it countless gravel and all kinds of things, rushed towards her and Cheng Xiangheng!

It turned out to be a mudslide, and they happened to be in a depression!

Ping'an's mind was blank, and he was dragged by Cheng Xiangheng to run in a daze. The power of nature did not allow anyone to think about the best way to survive. Ping'an had no time to react and was pushed onto a big rock by Cheng Xiangheng.

He was suddenly engulfed by the mudslide.

A huge sense of confusion and helplessness enveloped Ping An. After many years, she once again felt the fear of being abandoned in the mountains in the middle of the night.

The terrible feeling of being enveloped in darkness made her face suddenly turn pale. She shouted Cheng Xiangheng's name loudly, but Cheng Xiangheng would never respond again.

Ping'an's eyes were blurred with tears. She frantically took out her cell phone from her backpack and wanted to call for help, but there was no signal at all.

The mudslide on the mountain stopped quickly, and the area below was filled with soft mud.

Ping An got off the big rock tremblingly. She knew she should stay where she was and wait for rescue, but the scene of Cheng Xiangheng being swept away by the mudslide in an instant was still vivid in her mind. Before her brain could react, her body had already walked towards the direction where Cheng Xiangheng disappeared, regardless of her life or death.

Why did Cheng Xiangheng save her?

It made her hatred for him less justified.

She cried all the way, carefully checking the road ahead with a branch, stumbling forward, and calling Cheng Xiangheng's name loudly.

The empty and muddy mountains were silent, without a single sound responding to peace.

When Ping An was young and reading novels, he always felt that the male and female protagonists were like mouths without saying anything. They only knew to care about each other behind the back, and then misunderstandings continued to arise. They confirmed their love by hurting each other, and finally parted ways and never saw each other again.

Ping An felt sorry for the fact that they were clearly lovers but missed each other. He felt that if it were him, he would definitely express his love out loud.

Now that she has experienced similar things, Ping An suddenly realized that some things are too strong to be expressed in words.

I'm afraid that tears will flow before I can speak.

At this moment, Ping An tasted the taste of regret.

Ping'an was under so much mental pressure that he fainted in an open space. When he woke up again, it was dark.

When she opened her eyes, Cheng Xiangheng was not in front of her.

Ping'an sat up and Wang Ma quickly went to call a doctor.

A large group of doctors and nurses rushed in to check on Ping An. She was in very good health and the doctor said she could be discharged at any time.

Ping An said the first words since waking up: "Where is Cheng Xiangheng?"

"Madam, the gentleman has been hiking in the wild mountains for eight hours, and now..."

Wang Ma was a little afraid to look at Ping An. Ping An's heart sank. She asked with a seriousness she had never had before, "What happened to Cheng Xiangheng?"

At this moment, the door was pushed open.

Cheng Xiangheng came in in a wheelchair, pushed by bodyguards. Aunt Wang and all the bodyguards left, leaving only Ping An and Cheng Xiangheng in the room.

Ping An looked him up and down but couldn't see where he was injured.

Cheng Xiangheng pushed the wheelchair in front of Ping'an and held her hand to cover his heart.

"Sister, I was so scared. I thought I was going to die."

Ping'an wanted to pull his hand back, but Cheng Xiangheng held it even tighter. He rested his head on Ping'an's legs pitifully, and big tears flowed down his face onto Ping'an's hand.

The heat made her heart tremble.

"Sister, please save me, I'm so scared... Don't leave me, I'm in so much pain..." Cheng Xiangheng's beautiful tears, like pearls, seemed to be free. "When I was buried, I was thinking, I don't want to die... I haven't spent my whole life with you yet..."

Ping An suppressed his heavy breathing, not allowing himself to show his vulnerability: "Cheng Xiangheng, let's not meet again. I don't want to see you."

Mingming's first thing when she woke up was to find Cheng Xiangheng, but when he really appeared in front of her and didn't seem to be in any serious trouble, Ping An didn't know what to say to him.

There were so many things between them that they didn't know where to start.

Cheng Xiangheng paused and slowly raised his head. His eyes were clearly wet, but Ping An could not see any sadness in them.

Ping An helplessly realized that she liked Cheng Xiangheng. Even though he was scheming and sweet-mouthed, she still liked him.

Ping An was also very sure and had always been convinced that Cheng Xiangheng liked her, but she was not sure how long this love would last.

Just like she likes this star today, she will like another one tomorrow. His position is so high that he doesn't even need to open his hands, and countless beautiful men and women will rush up to him.

But she was different. Everything she did was under Cheng Xiangheng's surveillance. As long as she wanted to do something that was not in line with Cheng Xiangheng's wishes, he would stop her.

Ping An didn't want to face such an unequal life full of suspicion. This trip to Yunnan made her realize that if they continued like this, they would only torture each other.

Ping An said, "Being together only makes me feel pain. Look at the two of us being forcibly bound together. Besides these injuries, what else have we gained?"

Cheng Xiangheng seemed to realize something, and two lines of tears flowed from her beautiful eyes.

After Ping An reunited with Cheng Xiangheng, he saw him cry many times. He looked so charming and innocent, as if he was the most wronged person in the world.

Unfortunately, Ping An has been with Cheng Xiangheng for too long.

He knew her as well as she knew him.

Before, when he was crying, he even did not forget to put on his best appearance to seduce her. The tears on his face were about to fall, and he was so handsome that she knew he was seducing her.

But now, he just looked at her quietly, and those two lines of light tears were like two quietly flowing rivers, flowing into her heart.

Ping'an felt suffocated.

"Peace," he said, "Isn't I very bad to you? I dreamed you were crying last night."

Ping An lowered his eyes and whispered, "You always think that the choices you make are for my own good, but do you think I want them?"

"I just wanted to protect you," he said.

"I met you when I was ten, Cheng Xiangheng. You were ten years old at that time, too. You said you hated adults, children, men, women, you hated them all. You wished they would die, or even disappear from this world, and never appear before you. But in fact, you didn't hate them. You hated yourself for not being loved."

Ping An spoke his heart out, "I love you, so I want to wrap you in my soft embrace. I don't want you to get hurt. Cheng Xiangheng, I love you, but times have changed. Your love is like a heavy, wet cotton-padded jacket. It's damp and cold when I wear it, and I'll freeze to death if I take it off. I can't afford it."

They may love each other, but the unequal relationship has led to this day. One is paranoid and the other is exhausted. They are simply not suitable to be together and torture each other.

Ping An feels tired of being in love.

Cheng Xiangheng has always known that Ping An truly loves him, and her love is no less than his.

But he was too twisted, like a person who couldn't swim struggling in the water. The life-saving driftwood was torn into pieces by his fingers and pushed farther and farther away by him. He could only watch helplessly, and there was no way to get it back no matter what.

At this point, both of them are covered in scars and neither of them is more respectable than the other.

Cheng Xiangheng stared blankly at Ping An's tearful face. He felt as if he could only stand there, watching Ping An walk away step by step, never willing to look back.

"Okay," he carefully but reluctantly released Ping'an's hand, trying to appear more generous and less stingy, "Let's separate for a while."