She looked down at him.
The person in front of you is clearly Jing Min, a powerful and fearsome figure, yet the way he curled up on the ground makes you feel inexplicably sad.
"...I'm not leaving."
She said in a low voice.
The phone was still lit up, and she leaned against the wall without moving.
The two sat there in silence, their fingertips still tightly clasped together.
"Jingmin, those five years, how were you...?"
Before she finished speaking, his expression already showed how he could possibly be doing well.
When he returned to China, she only saw his dazzling presence at the summit, unaware of the hardships and dangers he faced during his ascent, where a single misstep could have plunged him into an abyss.
"not good"
Jing Min's suppressed, hoarse voice suddenly rang out in the darkness.
Chu Wuyang's throat tightened.
"I'll go get someone, we're going to the hospital,"
"I can't go"
"But…"
"At the press conference, I called Yan Zhou."
Chu Wuyang paused, realizing that given his current special status, he must have many enemies or members of the Jin family watching him. He couldn't go to a regular hospital for fear of being attacked by someone with malicious intent.
Without hesitation, she reached into Jingmin's trouser pocket for his phone and called Yan Zhou.
Yan Zhou was slightly taken aback when he heard the woman's voice.
But the situation was critical, and he didn't have time to ask any more questions; he quickly lowered his voice.
"Yes, Miss Chu, could you please find a clean cloth—a towel or a piece of clothing will do—to press on Mr. Jing's head wound to stop the bleeding?"
"In addition, the bodyguard has spare tranquilizers on him. Please try to give them to him."
Chu Wuyang readily agreed.
Yan Zhou didn't hang up, and his tone suddenly became more tense.
"There's one more thing—the room lights must always be kept dim, and especially not turned on to the brightest setting."
Chu Wuyang was taken aback and subconsciously asked,
"Can't we turn on all the lights?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
Then came Yan Zhou's low, hoarse, yet undeniable voice.
“…Miss Chu, just do as I say.”
"Please, we're on our way."
After hanging up the phone, Chu Wuyang prepared to get up immediately, but her hand was held tightly and wouldn't let go.
Jing Min gritted his teeth, his eyes gleaming with hostility.
Where to?
Chu Wuyang said, "I'll go get you some medicine and some hemostatic agents."
Jing Min looked at her for a moment before slowly letting go.
After she had completed all the tasks as Yan Zhou had instructed,
Jing Min's mind had cleared considerably, and his face had regained its indifferent calmness.
Chu Wuyang silently adjusted the room lights, but couldn't quite get the brightness right.
She tried several times, and the light and shadow were sometimes bright and sometimes dim.
Jingmin drank his water while speaking softly.
"I'm not afraid of the dark."
Her fingers paused.
"Then what you just did—"
Jingmin put down his water glass, his gaze fixed on the void, his voice so soft it was almost a soliloquy.
"I'm not afraid of the dark."
The words are the same, but the tone is different; the next sentence is like tearing open an old wound.
"I'm just... fed up with that kind of darkness with the lights on."
Chu Wuyang stared at him blankly, not understanding what this contradictory and bizarre statement meant.
Until he suddenly laughed.
The smile was so faint, it was like a mockery after dying once.
"I'm lucky I didn't die."
"The ice storage room was very large, the air conditioning couldn't be turned off, and the entire wall was piled with corpses."
"Some weren't quite dead yet, their eyes were open, and frost was forming in their mouths... Do you know what that feels like?"
He looked up; the dim light in the room illuminated his pale face.
Those eyes seemed to remain in a cold hell, hiding an unresolved nightmare.
"The lights are on."
He said softly,
“All the corpses were staring at me under the light. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was their eyes… open, looking, and motionless.”
"I stayed there for a day and a night."
“People took turns splashing water on me, saying they wanted to make my death more beautiful.”
"Then, luckily... I stepped over those corpses, found the exit, and crawled out alive."
"But I haven't slept a full night since then."
“Every time I close my eyes, those eyes are staring at me.”
"I feel uncomfortable when the light is too bright, and I go crazy when it's too dark."
When he finished speaking,
As if all her strength had been drained, she slumped back onto the sofa, lowered her eyes, and spoke indifferently.
"So, I haven't changed at all; I'm just not dead."
Chu Wuyang wasn't sure if Jing Min's last sentence was an answer to her inner thoughts—how did he become like this?
She was already in tears and didn't ask any more questions.
The fact that corpses slept in the freezer during those five years was probably just a common occurrence; the deeper and more complex implications are easy to imagine.
"Jingmin, do you hate me?"
Jing Min's eyes gathered a gloomy, cold light and shone directly at him.
"I shouldn't hate you, so why should I thank you?"
"Thank you for letting me go through those miserable and terrible times?"
"Thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have the position I have today?"
Chu Wuyang stood not far from him, pursing her lips, her heart turning icy cold.
"Then why don't you just kill me to vent your anger?"
Jing Min's deep eyes fell on her face.
"Murder is illegal, and I am a law-abiding citizen,"
"..."
Chu Wuyang lowered her head.
"Then, forcing women is also illegal..."
The man sat elegantly on the sofa, his earlier loss of control long gone, his expression returning to its usual cool and aloof demeanor.
The shirt was loose and disheveled, with the two buttons at the chest undone, revealing the slightly undulating collarbone and muscle texture.
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