Duan Ye stood alone for a long time, watching everyone finish up and watching the pool of blood gradually dry.
In just over a year, everything has changed beyond recognition.
He wanted to sever ties with Ye Nuan and stop getting entangled with her, but he never imagined that Ye Nuan would not exist in this world.
Duan Ruijun glanced at him, then looked at the doctor: "How is it? Have you contacted the Ye family?"
The doctor glanced at the bloodstains that were gradually drying with some pity and said, "We've already tried it. Miss Ye's mother said that cremation was fine as it was, and she didn't want to come and claim the body. After we tried to get it done again, she refused to take it."
Duan Ruijun choked up; he never expected that even after someone died, her family would be so indifferent.
"Where's her dad?" Duan Ye asked.
Duan Ye remembered that the records from the mental hospital showed that her father had visited her.
The doctor could only shake his head helplessly: "Her father remarried long ago and has his own children and wife. As for Ye Nuan, she lives with her mother. He did call, but hung up before the call was even over."
Duan Ye and Duan Ruijun both fell into a brief silence.
Doctor: "Not everyone in this world is suited to be a parent. This child is so pitiful, so young, and gone just like that. I heard she was a student at Kyoto University, only one year away from graduation. Such a bright future..."
The doctor's words echoed in his ears, making Duan Ye feel inexplicably guilty.
Duan Ruijun didn't say anything, but walked over and hugged his younger brother: "Let's go, it's time to go home. You still need to go and check on Qingyuan."
Upon hearing this, Duan Ye suddenly looked up: "What's wrong with Qing Yuan?"
"It's not Qingyuan, it's Qingyuan's grandmother... who doesn't have much time left."
Duan Ye felt a sharp pain in his temple. So much had happened in one day that he was almost suffocating.
They seemed to have won the game; the bad guys had all been caught, and they were all standing there unharmed, but no one was truly happy.
Duan Ye and Duan Ruijun went outside together. By then, dawn had broken in the sky.
Yang Fan hurriedly got out of the car, a cigarette still dangling from his mouth. It had only been one night, but he already had two large bags under his eyes.
"Get in the car, I'll take you there, and I have something to tell you along the way."
So, Duan Ye and Duan Ruijun both got into the car.
Yang Fan is driving.
"Duan Ze has already gone to the police station to file a report, and Luo Shuyang has also gone back. There is a document that details the entire process of the police investigation into Grandma Qingyuan's incident."
After saying this, Yang Fan stopped talking, and Duan Ye opened the file with some skepticism.
The record above was very detailed. Duan Ye only glanced at a lot of details, but when he turned to the final conclusion, he was stunned.
The conclusion stated that the anonymous letter was not sent by Ye Nuan herself, but rather by someone at Ye Nuan's home using her name.
Inside the cramped car, the three grown men remained inexplicably silent for a long time.
Soon, we arrived at the hospital.
Yang Fan parked the car on the side of the road, finished his cigarette, and lit another one.
The car was immediately filled with smoke.
“Duan Ye, this isn’t her fault. If anyone’s to blame, it’s us. She’s been held hostage ever since she was released from the mental hospital. We’ve searched her house several times already. I always thought we were foolproof, but I never expected…”
Yang Fan was also somewhat dejected: "The forensic report is out. She has multiple soft tissue contusions and a lot of bruises. Her left index finger has been fractured for a long time. This is something that would happen if she had been abused for a long time."
Duan Ye's hands trembled slightly for no apparent reason, while Duan Ruijun flipped through the documents over and over.
He should have discovered this long ago. The Jiang family is the largest human trafficking organization. How could they not have taken any action against Ye Nuan?
These people are all too proud and arrogant. If Yang Fan had led more people to investigate, or if Duan Ruijun had investigated the Jiang family as soon as he returned, things might not have developed to this point.
They all prejudicially categorized Ye Nuan as Jiang Jingchuan's side, never considering what if she hadn't done it willingly?
Duan Ye's head was throbbing with pain.
Yang Fan revealed the final fact: "Ye Nuan was discharged from the hospital, and the report stated that she had recovered, but this report was actually forged."
As Yang Fan spoke, he scrolled through his phone: "Two hours ago, my colleague confirmed through surveillance footage and details that her medical records were falsified, and the doctor who falsified them has been detained."
"This is her true report."
Yang Fan handed the phone to Duan Ye.
Severe depression accompanied by suicidal tendencies, and schizophrenia accompanied by severe sleep disorders.
This is Ye Nuan's most truthful report.
Duan Ye recalled her last words: "I'm really sick, very sick..."
Yang Fan turned around and took back his phone and report, then unlocked the car door: "No matter what, the deceased are gone, and the living must live well. Go, Qingyuan is still waiting for you."
Duan Ye was somewhat confused and dazed as Duan Ruijun pulled him out of the car.
If anyone had ever seen Ye Nuan in that dark room, they would have seen the sentence she had written on the wall over and over again: If I die, will anyone in this world cry for me?
Of course, there was also the self-questioning and self-answering; she had hoped someone would cry for her, but then dawn broke.
As a sliver of sunlight pierced through her fingers, she murmured, "Never mind, my love. I still hope you are happy and content. In the years to come, don't remember me, and preferably, don't cry for me..."
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