Chapter 395: Emotions Surge and Confusion
The night outside the window was dark, with only the intermittent chirping of insects.
Song Ruyan opened her eyes and stared at the tassels on the top of the tent, but her mind was in turmoil.
Doctor Qian's face, first stunned, then filled with incredible ecstasy, and finally with anger that almost burst into flames, and that deep, piercing disappointment in his eyes, flashed before her eyes again and again.
She sat up with a "swoosh" and scratched her hair irritably.
"What did I say wrong?" she muttered, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that she was right.
"Try everything, then break up if things don't work out. Isn't that normal?"
Do we really have to stick to one path until the end, and then cry and scream when we find that it is not suitable?
Song Ruyan always likes to do things quickly and efficiently.
Hanging herself on a tree? That wasn't her style.
"How can a grown man be so petty!" She couldn't help but complain again. Thinking of his gloomy face and the words "you are playing a joke on me", she felt a little dissatisfied.
How was she kidding him? She was clearly making a serious suggestion...
But his hurt look pierced her heart like a thorn, and she could not let it go.
That look doesn't seem fake.
Were her words really that hurtful?
Song Ruyan hugged her knees with a frown on her face.
She has always prided herself on being frank and is most impatient with these twists and turns.
"Oh..." She sighed deeply and fell back onto the bed.
Forget it, forget it.
He looked quite pitiful in that state.
She, Song Ruyan, is not an unreasonable person.
"Tomorrow... I'll go apologize to him tomorrow." She turned over, buried her face in the pillow, and thought gloomily.
At worst, just be careful with what you say next time.
What a hassle.
The night deepened, thick as ink, but Gu Junze had no desire to sleep.
He gently tucked the corner of the quilt for Chu Ruohan, stared at her peaceful sleeping face for a moment, then turned and left the inner room and walked into the study.
Inside the study, the light was dim, illuminating his stern face.
On the table, a secret letter from the shadow guard was spread out.
Gu Junze's knuckles were slightly white from being pinched, and the tenderness he had just shown when interacting with his wife and children had long since faded, replaced by a cold solemnity.
"Qingmo Valley..." He whispered the name, with a hint of murderous intent in his voice.
The contents of the secret letter made him feel heavy-hearted.
He had not expected that this long-dormant force had extended its tentacles so deeply.
The clues found by the shadow guard show that many officials in the capital are involved with Qingmo Valley, either openly or secretly.
This peaceful capital city is like a pool of deep water. There are no ripples on the surface, but there are turbulent undercurrents underneath that may cause huge waves at any time.
Gu Junze's brows were tightly furrowed, and his slender fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a dull sound, again and again...
These termites must be removed as soon as possible.
She didn't need to stay on duty at the Madam's place today, as Haitang was there. Yuling rubbed her sore neck and was about to go back to her room to rest.
When she passed by the study, she saw Gu Junze's furrowed brow and solemn expression, and her heart tightened.
The general is busy with state affairs every day. Now his wife is about to give birth, and he is worried about the midwife.
Yuling thought of the midwives she had met in the past few days. Some of them were slick or clumsy. None of them could make her and her wife truly feel at ease.
She secretly made up her mind to take better care of the lady and not let these trivial matters bother her and the general anymore.
She had to share the lady's worries and ensure that the lady and the unborn little master were safe.
On the other side, the door of the pharmacy was slammed shut.
Doctor Qian felt a tightness in his chest, as if a huge rock was pressing on him, and every breath he took was heavy and stagnant.
Song Ruyan's cheerful and even somewhat chivalrous tone echoed repeatedly in his mind, and every word turned into a sharp blade, slicing his expectations.
How could she?
How could she talk about the love between men and women and the promise of a lifetime so lightly and so triflingly!
He once secretly imagined the future he would spend with her. In this small medicine house, her laughter and her figure dispelled his years of loneliness.
He once mustered up the greatest courage in his life to long for that glimmer of warmth that might exist.
But she just said to him, "Give it a try."
It’s like tasting a dish. If it suits you, you eat it. If it doesn’t, you throw it away like a worn-out shoe.
This thought was a hundred times more bitter than any coptis he had ever tasted.
He slumped down on a bench, his shoulders slumped. The rage that had surged through him gradually faded, leaving behind only boundless bitterness and coldness.
It's not just anger.
It is also a deep disappointment, a stinging pain of being completely misunderstood and having one's sincerity trampled upon.
He valued her, her straightforwardness, her uninhibited nature, and even her occasional recklessness.
But how could he not be hurt when she treated his carefully presented sincerity so carelessly?
He raised his hand and wiped his cheek with his slightly trembling palm.
He couldn't see her.
At least not now.
If she appeared at this moment, he didn't know what he would say or do.
The bloody wound in my heart needs time. It needs to be licked alone and slowly scab over.
He needs to be alone.
He needs to calm his turbulent emotions and find his calm and self-controlled self again.
Doctor Qian stood up slowly, his movements a little stiff.
He had to sort the medicinal materials, grind the powder, and make decoctions.
He wanted to wrap himself up in the trivialities of day after day, isolating himself from the outside world and the emotions that hurt him so much.
For the time being, he must avoid her...
Deep in the dark and damp dungeon.
Guo Yunzhou curled up in the corner, his once luxurious silk shirt now stained and tattered.
His whole body ached as if all the bones were falling apart. "Water... give me water..."
No one answered.
There was only cold silence and the despairing ticking sound.
If I had known this would happen, I wouldn’t have done it in the first place!
If I hadn't been too greedy and self-righteous, how could I have ended up in such a situation!
Mrs. Guo, who was a few steps away from him, was not in much better condition.
"It's all your fault! You useless piece of shit!" She screamed and wailed, pointing at Guo Yunzhou. "If it weren't for your incompetence, how could we have ended up like this?"
"What's the point of saying this now!" Guo Yunzhou growled irritably.
"I don't care! I want to get out! I can't stay here for another day!" Mrs. Guo slapped the cold iron bars, her nails scraping against the rust, making a harsh sound.
"Your sister is also a black-hearted person. She said she would not care about us anymore, and then she really did..."
Mrs. Guo was tired of crying and collapsed to the ground, leaving only low sobs.
They complained bitterly and regretted their actions, but no one paid any attention to them in this prison...
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