Chapter Three / Section Two: Betraying the Whole World
From that moment on, when she began to love him, she had no more thoughts of regret or backing down. She knew that they could betray the whole world for each other.
"Idiot, who told you to be so persistent!" Xiong Yingguang shouted, her voice full of anxiety and heartache.
Jing Mo Ran said in a low voice, "I'm sorry to bother you and Haiyang again. I'm sorry my stubbornness hurt you."
"No, no... please stop talking." Xiong Yingguang was frantic as she watched the blood flowing continuously from Jing Moran's arm. She hurriedly called for Yan Xinhe and Lu Xiyao to come and help. She couldn't bear to see him injured, and she couldn't bear to leave him alone.
They were both monsters devoid of pain, yet they finally came together. At this moment, their closeness felt like a salvation from fate.
"Jing Mo Ran!" Xiong Ying Guang called out his name.
Due to excessive blood loss, Jing Mo Ran fell into a coma, collapsing onto the cold ground, his wounds still bleeding profusely. His fragility caused those around him even more distress, their worries growing heavier. Someone sighed inwardly: to say he had fallen in love with him—wasn't that a cruel irony?
Yan Xinhe quickly dialed 120. She wouldn't let Jing Moran die. She had once had feelings for him, and this rescue was a way of repaying that kindness. She dropped her milk tea and rushed to Jing Moran's side, while instructing Lu Xiyao to go to the pharmacy next door to buy gauze and hemostatic supplies.
Despite her dislike for Jing Moran, Lu Xiyao still went to the pharmacy to buy the necessary items and helped bandage Jing Moran's wounds out of consideration for Yan Xinhe and Xiong Yingguang.
However, the bleeding wouldn't stop, and they could only bandage themselves thickly and wait for the ambulance to arrive. Xiong Yingguang witnessed all of this, and fear spread through her heart. She was afraid that the person she loved was like her, a monster without the ability to feel pain.
“Yingguang, do you know? You can never be with Jing Moran. In everyone’s eyes, your union is not only a disaster, but also a moral depravity. You don’t know, do you? Jing Moran is your brother.” Yan Xinhe suddenly spoke.
"What did you say? How could I have a brother? You're lying to me!" Xiong Yingguang exclaimed incredulously.
“Because you are siblings,” Yan Xinhe added calmly.
That day, Xiong Yingguang longed to break the taboo and spend the rest of her life with Jing Moran. Even if the love she received had nothing to do with her, it would be enough to sustain her world. Isn't liking someone just comforting yourself with self-deception, fantasizing about having someone who deeply loves you?
Tears welled up in Xiong Yingguang's eyes, and all her affection and admiration became worthless at that moment.
The ambulance finally arrived, and she could only watch helplessly as Jing Moran was carried away, unable to utter a word. Grief overwhelmed her, and tears streamed down her face. Even though the person being carried into the ambulance was the one she loved most, she could only remain unmoved.
"Xiong Yingguang, what are you standing there for? Get in the car. Jing Moran needs you the most right now. You must stay by his side. He can't live without you," Yan Xinhe urged.
With Yan Xinhe's encouragement, Xiong Yingguang finally got into the ambulance. She held Jing Moran's cold hand tightly, which felt unusually warm in the cold wind of Nanning. She could feel Jing Moran's blood flowing through her body and could only weep silently.
This was the first time she had seen Jing Moran so persistent, and she seemed to sense that she already had a place in his heart.
“Fool! Fool! Why are you always like this? You’ve been like this since you were little. Can’t you be a little more mature? You and I don’t know pain... so why are you hurting yourself like this…” Xiong Yingguang shouted uncontrollably.
The ambulance sped to the hospital, and Xiong Yingguang's anxiety intensified. Soon after, Yan Xinhe and Lu Xiyao also arrived at the hospital.
Yan Xinhe couldn't simply ignore Jing Moran. Though she couldn't take back the words she'd said against her will over the years, her heart remained tender. She couldn't bear to part with the person she loved.
"Yan Xinhe, slow down! We can't make noise in the hospital..." Hearing the reminder, Yan Xinhe's steps gradually steadyed. There was no sadness in her eyes, because she knew that, no matter what, she and Jing Moran could only be friends. She could share his pain and joy, but she could no longer be with him as lovers. She understood that anyone who liked him must be better than her. Therefore, she would never actively express her feelings for Jing Moran.
“Lu Xiyao… I don’t think I need to go up. You can give it to Xiong Yingguang for me! After all, Xiong Yingguang is the one who is qualified to approach Jing Mozhan. What qualifications do I have?” Yan Xinhe said heavily, her back to Lu Xiyao.
"Yan Xinhe, what's wrong?" Lu Xiyao asked in confusion.
Yan Xinhe turned to look at Lu Xiyao and replied with a smile, "It's nothing."
She handed the skincare products meant for Jing Moran to Lu Xiyao, then turned and ran away. Lu Xiyao didn't look back, because he understood that Yan Xinhe wanted to keep her distance from Jing Moran. Because once a relationship was established, it had to be maintained, otherwise it would cause her immense pain. Even without a relationship, it would still leave her feeling sad and reluctant to let go—a true dilemma.
Some people can betray the whole world for Jing Mo Ran, but they will never love that person. That willing devotion only brings them the consequences of their own actions. Such unrequited love is worse than never having met or known each other in the first place.
Those watching Jing Mo Ran shed blood for someone else, knowing he had never shed a single drop of blood for anyone since they met, wondered what the point of such a cheap sacrifice was. In the end, that person still left him silently.
The cat is always drowsy, but doesn't know how long it has been sleeping.
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