"...It's okay." Su Xinghui's voice was dry and hoarse, almost incoherent. She turned her face away and bit her lower lip hard, tasting a hint of blood. She tried to use the clear pain to suppress the sob in her throat and the burning in her eyes.
But tears still welled up uncontrollably, blurring the darkness passing outside the window.
She stubbornly raised her head to prevent the tears from falling, but the suppressed sadness blocked her chest, almost suffocating her.
At this moment, the mobile phone screen suddenly lit up, casting a small patch of pale light in the dim carriage.
It’s news about Ye Fanshuang.
"There's a cruise ship party tomorrow night, do you want to go?"
These few short words were like a red-hot iron, burning Su Xinghui's fingers so hard that they suddenly retracted.
——Cruise ship party!
The old man's cold voice instantly exploded in her ears: "Create a chaos... There are so many people on the cruise ship, it's a good opportunity."
Chance!
This was the stage they had chosen for her! This was the time and place they had forced her to act!
A great sense of fear and absurdity swept over her.
My heart felt like it was being pierced by countless fine needles at the same time, and the dense pain spread out, even worse than the despair just now.
What should she do?
Reject? And then watch his parents fall into the abyss? Watch the Su family's century-old foundation destroyed?
Agree? Become an accomplice in the murder of Ye Qingliu? Destroy the light in Ye Fanshuang's heart with your own hands? Fall into the abyss of darkness from which there is no escape?
Time seemed to freeze. The only sounds in the carriage were the low hum of the engine and her own heartbeat, as heavy as a drum.
Every passing second was like a blunt knife, cutting her heart repeatedly.
In the end, the heavy shackles called "family affection" and "responsibility" completely crushed the shaky moral balance.
The fear for her parents' safety and the panic about the destruction of her family were like a cold tide, completely drowning her weak struggle and the cry of her conscience.
She stretched out her trembling fingers, and her cold fingertips touched the equally cold screen.
The simple word "go" seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds at this moment.
My fingers hovered over the send button, trembling violently, and the pause seemed to last an eternity. Every breath was filled with tearing pain.
Finally, she closed her eyes, and two lines of hot tears could no longer be suppressed. They surged down like a dam breaking, silently hitting the phone screen and the back of her hand.
His fingertips pressed down heavily with an almost self-destructive determination and unspeakable despair.
"go."
The prompt sound indicating that the message was sent successfully was particularly clear and harsh in the silent carriage.
It was like a verdict, or like a lock, locking her completely into a desperate situation with no way back.
She slammed the phone screen against her leg as if it were a burning iron.
Then, she curled up deeper into the shadow of the seat, her face buried in her palms. Suppressed, broken sobs could no longer be controlled, spilling out from between her fingers, and her shoulders shook violently.
The copy of the document was completely deformed by her grip, and it lay wrinkled and stuck to her sweaty palm, just like her future that was completely crushed at this moment.
The darkness outside the window was boundless, swallowing up all the light.
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