Chapter Two: He Made Her Feel Disgusted
Su Xiao's heart sank little by little.
It turned out that Xia Zhi had returned.
Yan Mingshen's white moonlight, whom he had waited for for five years.
"So you didn't have any banquet to attend tonight... You went to pick up Xia Zhi, right?"
"Xiaoxiao, I know you're angry, but you shouldn't joke about your uncle's affairs."
Yan Mingshen's voice turned cold, carrying a hint of reproach:
"Go to sleep first. I'll explain to you when I get back tomorrow. Be good."
"I'm not joking..."
"Beep beep—"
She tried to explain, but the call was disconnected.
I heard a busy tone coming from my phone.
Su Xiao felt as if all her strength had been drained away in an instant.
The rain was still falling outside the window, tapping on the glass and also on her broken heart.
Looking at the tightly closed door of the emergency room, separating life and death, Su Xiao suddenly understood.
Some things, like the paintings in this fire, are destroyed and can never be recovered.
Including her pitiful, laughable expectations of Yan Mingshen.
The clock in the corridor ticked slowly, and the rain showed no sign of letting up.
Su Xiao huddled in the corner, hugging her legs, feeling cold all over.
Her mother left when she was very young, and her father was so engrossed in his creative work that he rarely came home.
So much so that she poured almost all her love into Yan Mingshen.
She once thought that even if Yan Mingshen was a stone, she could slowly warm him up.
But she was wrong; Yan Mingshen was not a stone.
He just has someone else in his heart.
His heart is full; how could there be a place for her?
She was wrong...
The window at the end of the corridor wasn't closed tightly, and a cold wind carrying rain blew in, making her shiver.
Su Xiao stuffed the half-finished drawing into her arms and hugged it tightly, as if she were holding onto the last bit of hope.
As the thunder roared overhead, she curled up, her knees pressed against her chin.
In the past, when it thundered, Yan Mingshen would always hold her in his arms.
He covered her ears with one hand and gently patted her back with the other.
His heartbeat was steady, like a drumbeat, louder than any thunder. He said:
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
After an unknown amount of time, the lights in the emergency room went out.
The doctor came out, took off his mask, and shook his head at Su Xiao.
"I'm sorry, we tried our best."
"What……"
Su Xiao looked up in a daze.
Watching the doctor's mouth move felt like looking through a thick layer of glass.
I can't hear anything.
She only stood up abruptly when the nurse pushed out a stretcher covered with a white sheet.
His legs gave way and he fell heavily to the ground.
The cut on my palm from the broken glass hasn't been treated yet.
Blood mixed with rainwater dripped onto the floor, spreading out in a dark red pattern.
"Quickly, save them!"
With a gasp and the sudden sound of hurried footsteps around her, Su Xiao completely lost consciousness.
When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital bed. The ward was eerily quiet, with no one else around.
Su Xiao's gaze swept around the ward.
Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief when he landed on the half of the drawing that was neatly placed on the table.
Five years have passed; she has loved Yan Mingshen for five years.
They have never argued or quarreled in the past five years.
Yan Mingshen has always been incredibly devoted to her, how could she not love him?
But now she has nothing left.
Dad is gone, and the gallery has collapsed.
She doesn't want Yan Mingshen anymore...
She propped herself up in bed and went to get the painting from the table.
But their actions were interrupted by a sound from outside the door.
"Su Xiao."
She slowly raised her head, and there were two figures standing at the door of the ward.
The man was wearing an expensive black trench coat.
High brow bones, slightly sunken eye sockets, and light-colored eyes that are both noble and aloof.
It was Yan Mingshen, whom she had been waiting for all night.
Standing next to him was a woman wearing a white dress.
Her makeup was exquisite, and even though she was soaked in the rain, she still looked stunning.
There was a faint, ambiguous red mark on her neck against her pale skin.
It was particularly eye-catching.
"Ming Shen said he was afraid you would worry, so he didn't dare tell you I was going back to China..."
Xia Zhi spoke first, her voice as soft as a feather, carrying just the right amount of apology:
"I never expected this to happen, Miss Su. Please accept my condolences."
Su Xiao didn't look at her, but stared at Yan Mingshen, her voice hoarse as she spoke:
"I thought you weren't coming."
Yan Mingshen frowned, his tone filled with guilt:
"How could I not come when something so serious happened to you? I just thought..."
"What did you think? That I was lying to you?"
Su Xiao looked at him, and she felt as if she had never truly understood Yan Mingshen:
"It's been three years. When have I ever lied to you?"
"Xiaoxiao, I'm so sorry, I really didn't expect this..."
Yan Mingshen lowered his eyes and coaxed softly:
“I can help you open another gallery if it’s gone. I’ll take care of your father’s affairs.”
An gallery can be reopened if it's gone...
Su Xiao suddenly laughed.
Her shoulders trembled from laughing, but tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
Her heart ached even more.
Three years ago at the Su Family Gallery, Yan Mingshen stood in front of her painting, his eyes shining like stars.
At that time, he said he would always help her protect the gallery and her works.
forever......
It turns out that his "forever" could be completely forgotten in just three short years.
"Yan Mingshen".
Su Xiao's voice was very soft: "Look..."
She opened her palm.
On that half of the drawing, only a blurry outline of the small bridge in Jiangnan remained.
The edges, charred black from the fire, curled up like a wounded butterfly.
"The painting of Jiangnan that my father painted was burned."
"My house was burned down too."
Yan Mingshen's expression changed, as if he wanted to say something, but Xia Zhi gently pulled his arm.
Xia Zhi shook her head at him, then turned to Su Xiao, her face filled with pity:
“Miss Su, you need to rest now, Ming Shen…”
"Get out of here."
Su Xiao suddenly stood up, and the blanket slipped to the ground.
Her eyes were frighteningly red, like a small animal driven to the brink of despair.
"Su Xiao, stop fooling around!"
Yan Mingshen's temper flared up as well. "Xia Zhi isn't feeling well. Let's talk about it tomorrow!"
I'm not feeling well...
It turns out that pain in this world is divided into different levels.
Her heart-wrenching cries were nothing compared to Xia Zhi's soft groan in his eyes.
Su Xiao didn't say anything more, but bent down to pick up the blanket from the ground and turned to walk into the corridor.
As he passed by them, Yan Mingshen reached out to take her hand, but she dodged him.
"Su Xiao!"
She didn't turn around.
A dirty man.
She doesn't want to.
After hesitating for a long time, Su Xiao finally dialed her best friend Xu An's number:
"An'an, could you come pick me up from the hospital...?"
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