Chapter 163: Are those medicines bitter?
Chapter 163: Are those medicines bitter?
The city lights flickered, and cars sped along the bustling avenues, piercing the neon lights of the port city at night.
Meanwhile, on the Gangming Bridge, Wen Jin was walking quietly, enjoying the cool night breeze.
This spot may not be as bustling as Victoria Harbour, but its night view is equally dazzling. With few vehicles passing by, and the gentle, peaceful harbor breeze, it's a very popular place for a stroll.
A top choice for walking the dog, strolling with kids, or couples taking a walk.
There are also many street photographers holding cameras, capturing frame after frame of the world under the lights.
Wen Jin also leaned on the bridge railing, tilted her head and rested it on her arm, quietly watching the bright lights reflected on the shimmering water.
Behind me, a bustling crowd of people passed by, creating a lively and noisy scene.
The little girl looked up sweetly at her mother, "Mommy, can you bring me here to set off fireworks again this Christmas?"
Of course.
"Yay~" The girl's sweet voice couldn't hide her excitement, "Then I'm starting to look forward to winter."
The woman chuckled, "Didn't you feel heartbroken when the city was covered in bauhinia blossoms in winter? Hmm? You little girl who can't bear to see flowers fade."
She argued vehemently, "Fireworks are flowers too!"
Someone once promised Wen Jinye a chance to set off fireworks here.
But he broke his promise.
But Wen Jin suddenly didn't feel any regret.
Fireworks rising into the night sky of any city are always dazzling.
It doesn't necessarily have to be in the port city, nor does it necessarily have to be Fu Yanjing standing next to me under the fireworks.
The wind lifted her long hair.
Wen Jin couldn't help but turn to look for the little girl.
"Crack—"
The shutter clicked, and the image was captured.
A street photographer wearing a hat jogged over, speaking fluent Cantonese, "Miss, I'm sorry for taking your picture without your permission. I'm a street photographer, and the way you turned around and looked back was so beautiful that I couldn't resist. If you mind, I can delete it."
He raised his camera, extremely satisfied with the snapshot.
"However, I would like to ask you to take a look first. This photo really makes you look beautiful."
Wen Jin's gaze also fell on it.
The woman's eyes were gentle and serene. She stood in the hazy night, her figure gracefully illuminated by the flickering lights of the bridge.
"Thank you, it's beautiful."
Perhaps this is the last photo taken with the port city.
After leaving here, she may never set foot here again.
More than two thousand kilometers, that's really too far.
The photographer beamed with delight at the compliment. "My car is right behind me. If it's convenient for you, wait a moment, and I'll develop it for you in a bit."
But after turning around and taking only a few steps, she saw her new muse.
The photographer approached politely and asked, "Hello, I'm a street photographer, may I take a picture for you?"
Wen Jin also chuckled to himself.
This area is very close to Xishan Mansion.
But Wen Jin had no desire to return to his old home.
Perhaps she was afraid.
Wen Jin didn't know how to describe her current state. Beneath her seemingly calm exterior, her heart was a whirlpool of emotions, a mix of conflicting feelings tearing her apart.
Perhaps it was the powerful impact of her resolute departure from Xishan Mansion and Gangcheng that caused all her pent-up emotions to collapse.
Wen Jin dared not experience that kind of pain, being submerged in the deep sea of emotions, a second time.
After exiting the Gangming Bridge, the crowds thinned out considerably, with only the streetlights illuminating the tranquil night.
The road was lined with lush trees. As Wen Jin crossed the pedestrian crossing, a voice suddenly called out from behind, filled with a deep sense of loss and regain:
"Wen Jinye!"
No matter the environment, Wen Jin could always recognize that voice immediately.
Her slender back stiffened for a moment before she slowly turned around.
The indicator light above her head suddenly changed from Youruo's green to a faint red glow emanating from the tips of her hair.
Fu Yanjing stopped panting on the other side of the road, gazing at her intently.
A car sped past.
She blinked slowly.
She stood still, staring blankly at Fu Yanjing's figure as the red light turned green.
As the shadow fell, Wen Jin was pulled into his arms, his long arms encircling her tightly, as if afraid she would disappear before his eyes at any moment.
Fu Yanjing leaned over, tilting his head and burying half his face in Wen Jinye's neck, the scent of gardenias from her hair lingering in his nostrils.
Fu Yanjing closed his eyes, his voice muffled, "I thought you were gone."
Wen Jin also felt a damp heat.
"I really want to leave, but you won't let me."
"I……"
Perhaps it was because she had walked too far and too far alone, but Wen Jin was inexplicably exhausted and didn't even have the strength to struggle out of his embrace.
She merely gave Fu Yanjing a token push, saying, "You're holding me too tight, I can't breathe." Wen Jin also said, "Shouldn't I still have the right to come out for a walk?"
Her seemingly agreeable tone was like a dull knife cutting into Fu Yanjing's heart.
Fu Yanjing released Wen Jinye in a daze, "I'm sorry—"
Did he rush over in such a panic, behaving strangely and looking so dejected, just to say sorry?
Wen Jin also found it somewhat difficult to understand.
His voice was incredibly hoarse, "Wen Jinye, are those medicines bitter?"
A cool breeze brushed against her eyelashes, and Wen Jin was taken aback: "What?"
"Are those antidepressants very bitter?"
This sentence is like a pebble thrown into calm water, instantly creating ripples.
That bitter memory seemed to be making a comeback, and Wen Jin, as if by muscle memory, suddenly shed a tear.
It slid down his chin, pricking Fu Yanjing's optic nerve.
He raised his hand, but then froze in mid-air.
Wen Jin's fingertips curled slightly. "Why did you suddenly decide to investigate this matter?"
Aside from that one tear, she remained as nonchalant as a colleague or outsider, saying, "It's all in the past."
Fu Yanjing's mind was filled with the answers he had received from doctors about severe depression on his way here.
Heart palpitations, nervous disorders, chest tightness and fatigue, severe insomnia, and a complete mental breakdown...
Most people have suicidal thoughts.
She left the city and people who had caused her so much heartache and emotional turmoil with just a plane ticket, while she endured the same pain in Jiangbei.
But I knew nothing about it.
Perhaps when Wen Jin also lost hope in life and became as still as a stagnant pool, my self-righteousness in the port city was just the end of a small episode.
He continued his work, social engagements, and visits to brothels as usual, remaining indifferent and aloof amidst the sensual revelry of those around him.
She tried to erase all traces of Wen Jinye's life from her own.
As Wen Jin also said.
He didn't acknowledge the unusual reactions she elicited from him.
He subconsciously avoided, denied, and deliberately ignored her news, and never returned to Qiushui Bay.
He saw her again when he landed in Jiangbei.
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