Chapter 142 Peach Blossom Spring

A man with a very gentle appearance sat in front of Xin Que.

“Dr. Xu,” the young man said, “you can take a look at her. Ever since she left the hospital, she’s been like a wooden statue, absent-minded, and doesn’t say a word.”

Dr. Xu looked at the unfamiliar woman in front of him and performed a thorough examination on Xin Que with great professionalism.

"What psychological trauma has the patient suffered?" he asked. "It doesn't seem like pathological aphasia."

The young man sent someone to take Dr. Xu away.

Back in the bedroom, the woman sat motionless on the high stool that Dr. Xu had asked her to sit on.

The young man walked up behind her and saw that her gaze was fixed on the full-length mirror not far away, staring at her own reflection in a daze.

"Hey," he said with a hint of curiosity, "what are you so afraid of?"

The gray strands of hair brushed against Xin Que's cheek as the young man lowered his head. "Are you afraid of death? Or afraid of something else?"

He stared intently at the woman's profile, his pupils almost touching hers, as if trying to see right through her.

But Xin Que's eyes remained like still water in a deep well, numb and stiff, devoid of any emotion.

"Your sister, I've left her with you," the young man said affectionately, his warm breath brushing against Xin Que's cheek. "Is there anything else you want?"

Xin Que seemed not to have heard anything, only staring at the full-length mirror in front of her with portraits painted on it.

Like an artist's graffiti, the mirror is the canvas, and an elegant man sits on an exquisitely painted sofa, gazing into the distance.

The young man straightened up, touched her hair, and called out to those behind him, "Xin Xin, take your sister to rest."

Xin Xin strode in and pulled Xin Que away from the bedroom.

"Did he hurt you?" Xin Xin led her back to the room, her face full of worry. "You've been looking listless the whole time."

Xin Que shook his head.

“The Luo family never intended to let us go,” Xin Xin sighed. “They even bought my identity.”

Xin Xin showed her the numbered scars on her hand, her voice low, "I can't keep my promise to take you away."

"Sis, I have to go to the kitchen to work now. Can you manage on your own in the bedroom?"

Xin Que's numb pupils turned to Xin Xin, and a trace of warmth finally appeared in her eyes. "I didn't make things difficult for you?"

Xin Xin squeezed Xin Que's hand to reassure her, "No."

【I'm with you.】 Xin Que wrote those words again in her palm.

Xin Xin was taken aback. "Sister, are you worried about me?"

Xin Que nodded stiffly.

"You all clean the kitchen utensils," the supervisor instructed before leaving.

Xin Que took a rag and slowly cleaned the stove.

Upon seeing the wine glasses hanging upside down next to the wine cabinet, Xin Que stared blankly at her distorted reflection in the glasses.

Xin Xin walked over and touched her arm. "Sister, don't get distracted."

Xin Que came to her senses and left the wine cabinet.

Xin Que carefully put away the dishes that had been cleaned in the dishwasher and then sorted them into different categories before moving them to the storage cabinet. Her movements weren't very smooth, but you could still tell that she was trying her best to help Xin Xin.

"Splash—"

Xin Que, at a loss, squatted on the ground to pick up the broken porcelain shards.

Xin Xin quickly walked over, grabbed her hand, and examined it thoroughly. "Are you alright?"

The target did not attempt to hide any porcelain shards.

Xin Xin looked anxious and saw the bloody wound on her hand. "Never mind that for now. I'll take you to get it bandaged. I'll clean up the broken porcelain later."

Xin Que shook her head. "Will I be punished?"

Xin Xin took her to clean the wound, lowering her voice, "You can't kill me over a plate, can you..."

Xin Que pushed Xin Xin away, saying, "I'll go clean up what's on the floor first."

Just as I was about to walk towards the pile of broken porcelain shards, a male voice came from behind me.

"Who broke my plate?" The young man leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, looking at her.

"I'm sorry, young master," Xin Xin immediately stopped Xin Que and said, forcing a smile, "It was my fault for not holding it properly."

"I'll compensate you at the original price. If I can't afford that, I'll add to your years of service." The young man said, then looked at Xin Que and asked, "What happened to your hand?"

Xin Que huddled behind Xin Xin, silent as a wooden statue, utterly unnoticed.

The young man scoffed, "What good are you? The first-aid kit is upstairs, go get it yourself."

In the end, Xin Que was forcibly taken upstairs to the second floor by the supervisor who arrived.

The sound of Xin Xin being scolded behind her gradually faded away.

Xin Que took the gauze and disinfectant into the bathroom and half-closed the door.

After the footsteps outside the door disappeared, she slowly disinfected her wound.

After a while, when the wounds had become white from being soaked in water, Xin Que finally looked out the door.

Nobody's here.

She squatted down in the corner, slowly raised her finger, put it into her mouth, pinched a piece of porcelain about the length of a fingernail under her tongue, and slowly took it out.

...

10 PM.

"Sister," Xin Xin said wearily, handing the nutrient solution to Xin Que and forcing a smile, "I'm fine."

Xin Que gave an apologetic smile.

Xin Xin turned off the light, lay down next to her and squeezed into the bed, chatting with her, "Sister, if we're stuck here forever and can't get out... who else would you want to see?"

Xin Que remained silent for a while, then took the initiative to write two words in Xin Xin's palm.

"Mom and Dad..." Xin Xin's voice gradually became sleepy, "I miss them too..."

Xin Que slowly closed her eyes.

Half-asleep, I gradually heard faint conversations all around me.

Then, Xin Que was pressed down on her shoulders and sat down once again on the high stool in the young man's bedroom.

The young man placed his hands on her shoulders, bent down behind her, and looked at her with a smile. "These are your parents?"

A middle-aged couple dressed in servants' uniforms stood awkwardly in the doorway, "Young Master..."

Xin Que looked up at the young man behind her, her expression blank.

“What a coincidence,” the young man patted Xin Que on the shoulder. “They are my second uncle’s servants. If I hadn’t checked your identity, I wouldn’t have known that their workplace was so close to my home.”

The young man's seductive voice lingered in Xin Que's ears, refusing to dissipate, "Should we keep them here?"

Xin Que's eyes flickered, but quickly returned to their previous numb and stiff state.

The young man stared into her pupils and slowly smiled.

The room was still filled with mirrors, but no one noticed that the paintings on two of them had disappeared.

"Xin Que, I think you're so tired..." The young man leaned down and whispered in Xin Que's ear, "Why keep suppressing your desires?"

Life is short... seize the day...

The young man watched as the high stool beneath Xin Que gradually softened into something like silk, slowly wrapping around her limbs and dragging her towards the muddy floor, gently pulling her down.

The entire room began to melt, melting Xin Xin's figure and the couple's figure into it, then turning into strands of silk that wrapped around Xin Que's limbs and neck, covering her eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and sinking down with her.

This is a beautiful dream.

"As long as you want..." The young man's voice surrounded her from all directions, carrying boundless allure and tenderness, "This is your paradise."