Chapter 712 Provoking
Tang Ning's eyes were sharp, as if he could see through people's hearts.
"You're resentful of me and Sister Ayue for dragging you down. You're resentful of us for causing trouble and ultimately implicating you."
"You resent that you didn't do anything, but in the end it was you who got hurt, while the person they originally wanted to harm got away unscathed. Are you resentful about why it wasn't us who got hurt?"
"I……"
Zhou Yuchang's face turned pale when she was looked at by Tang Ning. She pinched her fingers helplessly and wanted to say no.
That wasn't what she meant, and she had never thought of it that way.
She was sad that she was hurt and hated herself for ending up like this even though she had done nothing wrong, but she didn't want anything to happen to anyone else, and she didn't want Tang Ning and A Yue to end up like her.
As a woman, how could she be willing to let others go through what she went through?
Zhou Yuchang was just embarrassed by Tang Ning's words. She was so stimulated by her words that she lost all her rationality and spoke without thinking.
She wanted to explain, wanted to say that she was not like that, but when she met Tang Ning's eyes...
Zhou Yuchang bit her lips hard, turned her head to the side and said nothing.
Tang Ning saw her turning her face away and being stubborn and refusing to say anything, as if she didn't care about being misunderstood. If he hadn't seen her red eyes and her hands tightly clenching her sleeves, everyone would have thought she was really as resentful as she said just now.
Tang Ning's expression softened and he whispered:
"I don't know how to comfort you. It would be too hypocritical to say that I understand your feelings. I can't say that I am willing to take your place, because no one wants to encounter such a thing. But Sister Yuchang, if the person in the porch that day was really me."
"I will be sad, I will collapse, I will cry and curse, I will want to cut all those who hurt me into pieces to vent my hatred, but I will never destroy my own life."
Her voice was soft, yet carried a certain heaviness and complexity, floating into Zhou Yuchang's ears like the wind.
"Life is not easy, and we only have one life. Once we die, there is really nothing left."
"It took a lot of effort for me to be where I am now. I also cherish my life and those who care about me and are willing to do anything for me. So no matter how embarrassing things are, no matter how painful my life is, I will not commit suicide."
Zhou Yuchang wanted to say that it was easy for her to say this, that she could only say these words because she had never experienced it before. She had no idea how much pain she was in, or what she had suffered.
But when she turned around and met Tang Ning's eyes, she saw a seriousness she had never seen before.
Although she was young and naive, her eyes showed the vicissitudes of life and relief. She could feel that Tang Ning was not saying some high-sounding words to comfort her, but was telling her seriously that she really cherished her life and really wanted to live desperately.
Zhou Yuchang's eyes suddenly felt hot.
Tang Ning did not comfort her, nor was she as cautious as Qian Qiyue and the others. She just sat in front of the carriage door, opened the curtain of Pan Jinxiuhua, and said to the outside of the speeding carriage:
"It's so easy to die. If you jump from here, you will definitely die completely. But Sister Yuchang, do you know what will happen to others after you die?"
"They'll wonder how a woman from the Marquis Wenxin's mansion could commit suicide. They'll wonder if something happened. Even if we do our best to cover up everything for you and simply say you fell from the carriage by accident, others will only lament your untimely death and sigh, 'What a pity!'"
"Besides your parents, brothers, sister Ayue, who cares about you, and the rest of us, your death will be forgotten in less than two months, and what happened today will not leave any trace in the eyes of outsiders. At most, when someone mentions you in the future, they will sigh and say about that young woman who died young in the Wenxin Marquis's mansion."
"Is this really what you want?"
Zhou Yuchang listened to Tang Ning's voice, her mind in a mess. She stared at the horse galloping in front of her, and the sound of the wheels turning could be heard clearly.
The pedestrians around them retreated rapidly, and occasionally they could see other carriages passing by them on the wide street.
She subconsciously leaned forward.
As long as she falls from here, she will die. Once she dies, all her life will be over and she will no longer have to suffer.
She didn't have to face the rumors, her mother's tears, or her brother Jin...
Zhou Yuchang held on to the carriage door frame tightly and subconsciously stretched her foot out.
Yue Jian, who was driving the carriage outside, tensed his back, holding the reins tightly with one hand, and ready to grab Zhou Yuchang with the other hand at any time. But a moment later, Zhou Yuchang, who was already close to the shaft of the carriage, suddenly shrank back as if frightened.
The intense feeling of dizziness made her lean against the car wall, gasping for breath, her face pale without a trace of blood.
At that moment, she felt like she had stepped into hell, but...
Zhou Yuchang suddenly lowered her head onto her knees and began to sob softly.
She didn't want to die silently, and didn't want to become the girl from the Zhou family who died young in the eyes of others...
Yue Jian, who was driving the carriage outside, relaxed her expression. Tang Ning, who had been staring at Zhou Yuchang's actions, also breathed a sigh of relief. When she let go of the curtain, her fingers were cramped and turned white due to nervousness. She put her twitching hand back into her sleeve and rubbed her knuckles lightly without leaving any trace. Zhou Yuchang's low crying was all in her ears.
The sounds of street hawking and driving continued, and the carriage only stopped when it reached the city gate.
Tang Ning opened the curtain again, facing the porridge stall opposite.
The porridge stall over there was very simple, with some thatch covering a few poles, and the long cloth hanging around it rustled in the wind.
There were many people standing outside the porridge stall, and they came forward one after another with bowls in their hands. There were old people, children, and young women with vicissitudes of life. Occasionally, there were people who wanted to cut in line and cause trouble, but they would be taken away. There were also many officials from the city gate standing next to them to intimidate them.
Tang Ning whispered to Zhou Yuchang, who was lying on his knees, "There are many hardships in this world, and there are also all kinds of tortures. Many times, even if you have done nothing, God will give you all kinds of reasons to force you to live."
She looked up outside.
"Look at those people. They used to live a stable life, guarding one or two acres of thin land, living in poverty but contentment. But because of a heavy snow, their houses were destroyed, and their livelihoods were destroyed."
"They were ragged, hungry, and had nowhere to stay. They didn't even know how they would survive in the future. If it weren't for the government's relief and people willing to provide porridge and grain, they probably wouldn't even be able to survive this winter. But look at them, even in these circumstances, they are still full of hope and desperately want to live."
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