Chapter 4
Fate always takes unexpected turns.
With nowhere to go in the torrential rain, Song Yulin had to stay with a friend, and later developed a severe high fever.
Unexpectedly, the doctor who treated them was an old acquaintance of the Mo family.
The Mo family parents had long known that the young master was not their biological son, but after raising him for many years, they had developed feelings for him.
They have been quietly searching for clues about their biological child.
It was interrupted frequently, as if it had been intentionally erased.
Perhaps it was fate that brought them together. After searching high and low without finding them, Song Yulin's illness led him to reunite with his parents.
Family love and companionship, like a warm cocoon, enveloped his jagged wounds, allowing them to heal quickly.
But colors, like death, vanished from his world.
All that remains when I pick up the pen is bright red.
The color resembles that of a festering wound.
He soon received notification that his membership in the association had been restored, but Song Yulin just smiled and tossed the letter aside.
He blocked all of He Yang's contact information, as if the person had vanished from his world out of thin air.
It was around that time that Lu An entered his life.
At their first meeting, the other party got straight to the point: "Yulin, I think this kind of arranged marriage is too rigid and outdated. You and I will just go through the motions. It is absolutely unacceptable to actually follow your parents' wishes and get married like this."
Song Yulin was holding her coffee cup in mid-air, feeling awkward, unsure whether to drink it or not.
Of course, they didn't exchange more than a few words, and the conversation ended perfunctorily.
But it's quite enviable that someone can express themselves so frankly.
He thought it was just a minor incident in his life, but Lu An started to frequently visit his home.
Lu An studied computer science, while Song Yulin had focused on art for many years; the two were completely unrelated.
At that time, Song Yulin's sketches were scattered all over the floor, but she was in a complete state of collapse. The things she drew were like sticky mud, which was very different from her previous crystal-clear brushstrokes.
He was in so much pain that he almost reached for a razor blade to cut his wrists.
Why throw it away?
Lu An took it out and unfolded it, then compared it with Song Yulin's previous award-winning works.
"Isn't it just that the color is darker than before?"
Song Yulin was somewhat helpless. How could someone with a science and engineering background discern the warmth or coldness of emotions in a change in color tone?
He snatched the crumpled paper back from Lu An, frowned, and didn't want to say anything.
“You know my parents, they’re titans in the design world.” Lu An raised an eyebrow. “But I’m colorblind, I can’t distinguish many colors naturally. Not to mention art, there are some specialized professions I can’t study.”
"You look like you have the talent that most people don't possess, you're just not in good shape. But since it's not a physiological problem, what obstacle can't you overcome?"
Song Yulin was stunned for a moment, then realized he was right.
The Lu family is indeed a leading enterprise in clothing design and jewelry setting; his parents are both celebrities in the fashion industry.
This is also one of the reasons why the Lu family actively sought a marriage alliance—art and design are interconnected, and Song Yulin's fame and talent could help their careers reach new heights.
How ironic that, as the eldest son of the Lu family, he couldn't even distinguish colors after birth.
Song Yulin suddenly realized that no matter how painful it is, sometimes what you have is already a happiness that others can hardly reach.
After freeing herself from that self-pitying pain, Song Yulin stopped rushing to paint and instead began to read extensively and occasionally go hiking and traveling.
When viewed from the summit, Lake Biyin appears like an emerald brooch pinned to the heart of the earth.
He suddenly realized that love is like a brooch; though it may make one shine, if it pierces the heart, it's better to discard it.
Love is always just an embellishment, something that adds to the beauty of life.
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She wasn't attracted to Lu An when they were together, but he treated her extremely well.
The two got along well and spent more and more time together.
Song Yulin actually intended to keep her distance, but the other party saw through her intentions.
“You don’t need to avoid me,” Lu An said to him. “I’m better at protecting myself than you are. If my feelings for you would make me lose control and get hurt, my reason would naturally keep me away without you having to tell me.”
He explained that not everyone is driven by emotions. His view on relationships is that being devoted to one another requires mutual pleasure, not heartbreak.
Song Yulin admired him greatly. He thought that if he could control his emotions with the precision of a machine, his heart would never be hurt or suffer.
But he also felt that love was like a wild horse that had run free, and what could be controlled was just a similar illusion.
Regardless, he and Lu An became friends, and Lu An's companionship truly helped him through his darkest moments.
He remained grateful throughout.
That's why Song Yulin agreed when the other party said they would go to the ribbon-cutting ceremony for the Lu family's newly opened jewelry store overseas next month.
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After the press conference, He Yang appeared to have fallen seriously ill.
Song Yulin was busy creating new works and finding inspiration, and she almost never went out.
Later, realizing he was staying home too much, he went to a nearby dessert shop to buy his favorite cake.
He was stopped on the way by He Yang's assistant.
He was a refined young man, but his eyes were red as he looked at him.
“Mr. Song.” His voice was choked with emotion. “Please go see him. President He first drank non-stop, which caused a stomach hemorrhage. Then he got caught in the rain a couple of days ago, which led to pneumonia. This also caused inflammation in his body, and he has had a high fever for a week.”
Song Yulin was somewhat speechless. He lowered his eyes and smiled, "Assistant Yan, President He is being taken care of by professionals at the hospital. I am neither a doctor nor an antibiotic, so what use would I be?"
“But—” Assistant Yan hesitated, “But President He refuses to take medicine or eat, and can only be sustained by intravenous nutrition.”
"He kept calling your name in his delirium." The young man lowered his eyes. "Mr. Song, since I've known President He, only others have been heartbroken over him; I've never seen him like this before."
“I’m not going.” Song Yulin just kept walking forward, her fingertips digging into her palms, drawing blood. “One person can’t become someone else’s necessity.”
"How about making a phone call?" Assistant Yan's eyes glistened. "Maybe he'll feel better if he hears your voice."
Song Yulin felt as if a sharp awl was piercing her forehead, causing her to throb with pain.
He sighed softly and said helplessly, "Just one phone call."
Assistant Yan nodded, took out his phone, and handed it to Song Yulin.
The terminal, though only a few hundred grams, felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.
Song Yulin closed her eyes and had no choice but to dial the other party's number.
"Hello."
A voice, tinged with the static of electricity, came through, so hoarse, like metal scraping against the ground.
Song Yulin was a little stunned. He Yang had a pleasant voice, deep and magnetic.
His voice was so hoarse at that moment that it was almost unrecognizable as his.
"It's okay, I'm hanging up."
He Yang seemed extremely weak, and his words were barely audible.
"He Yang".
Song Yulin spoke,
"It's over. Even if you torture yourself, I won't feel anything."
"I've washed away your marks; move forward."
"How do I get there?"
He Yang suddenly laughed a few times.
"Only you are my destination."
Song Yulin didn't want to talk anymore and was about to hang up the phone when her assistant took it away.
"Mr. Song," the assistant said somewhat flusteredly, "please don't hang up yet."
Just then, Song Yulin's phone rang.
Lu An's voice rang out: "A friend of mine is getting married, but he knows nothing about color or art. He asked me to help him look at venues and wedding planning companies. Yu Lin, can you come with me?"
"Wedding?" Song Yulin's voice rose several decibels in surprise. "I'm not familiar with the wedding venue either—"
Before he could say anything more, he heard his assistant exclaim in surprise as he answered the phone, "Mr. He, are you alright?!"
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