Chapter 1 was locked up.
Wang Yan's lingering gaze fell on the man lying on the black bed.
A black tie was tied around his eyes, leaving only his high nose bridge and slightly parted rosy lips visible, as if he were waiting for a kiss.
Wang Yan subconsciously licked his lips, his slightly long hair obscuring the fluctuating emotions in his eyes.
He has been fast asleep for almost ten hours since he drugged Su Yueming.
Just as Wang Yan was worried, Su Yueming, who was lying on the big bed, finally woke up.
He groaned first, his head feeling a little dizzy.
He instinctively raised his hand to cover his head, and at the same time, the faint sound of pulling on the chains rang out; he couldn't touch himself.
Su Yueming finally realized that something was wrong.
He kept blinking, feeling not only a tightness in his eyes, but also complete darkness in front of him.
Memories flooded his mind like a tidal wave, and he remembered what had happened before he lost consciousness.
Yesterday, he tried to drive out as usual, but his SUV wouldn't start, so he had no choice but to take a taxi.
He had just stepped out of the villa when he encountered a taxi, and he instinctively raised his hand to flag it down.
He opened the car door and sat in the back seat. His keen senses immediately alerted him to something amiss, but he didn't dwell on it.
After all, who would carry out a kidnapping in broad daylight?
He coldly gave the address, completely unaware of the driver's heavily bundled-up appearance and his gloomy eyes.
The car slowly started and drove further and further away. When Su Yueming noticed that the scenery outside the car window was not right, the taxi slowly came to a stop.
Before he could even open the car door and get out, his head began to feel dizzy and his body gradually lost strength.
In a blur, he saw the driver turn around and look at him, his eyes filled with a premeditated intent.
Su Yueming instantly understood his situation. He quickly gathered his thoughts and asked in a cold voice, "What is your purpose?"
Wang Yan stood quietly by the bed, taking in all of Su Yueming's movements and expressions.
"You've been imprisoned by me," Wang Yan frankly told Su Yueming this cruel truth.
Wang Yan did not change his voice in any way, nor did he use a voice changer.
He was a dying man, so he wasn't afraid of Su Yueming finding out.
However, he was afraid that Su Yueming would see his face clearly, because he knew very well that he was not good-looking. He was afraid that Su Yueming would laugh at him after seeing him and say that ugly people are always up to no good.
But as soon as those words reached Su Yueming's ears, they instantly stopped all his struggles, and the rustling of the chains also ceased.
Su Yueming's first reaction was disbelief.
His second reaction was that he was all too familiar with the voice.
He was so familiar with him that it was almost unbelievable.
"Do you want money?" Su Yueming asked tentatively. "I have money. I can give you all of it, as long as you let me leave."
Wang Yan stood still, his fingernails digging into the red marks on his palms; he was also suffering.
"Don't be afraid." Wang Yan lowered his head, his voice hoarse. "I'll let you leave in a week."
Wang Yan was telling the truth. He never intended to imprison Su Yueming for long; seven days was all he wanted.
Su Yueming's focus, however, was elsewhere. Through the black tie, he strained his eyes to try and make out the other person's face.
He wanted to confirm whether the other person was the one he had been dreaming of.
His eyes were sore from keeping them open, but Su Yueming finally managed to make out his outline in a blurry way.
It also overlaps with the face deep in my mind.
It was a very ordinary face, the kind you wouldn't notice in a crowd.
He is about 1.75 meters tall and has a very thin build, as if a strong wind could blow him away.
He liked to wear dark clothes, had a thin face and overly long hair, with strands of hair always covering his eyes. His lips were very light and thin. If he were standing in a corner, no one would notice him at all.
But Su Yueming remembered him.
She even knew he had double eyelids and remembered the color of his pupils, which were dark brown, like precious amber.
He now knew who had imprisoned him.
The name Wang Yan stuck in his throat, but Su Yueming dared not utter it, afraid of frightening Wang Yan.
My heart was pounding violently in my chest, and my breath felt scalding hot.
"Since you had the guts to kidnap me, are you afraid I'll see you?" Su Yueming took a deep breath. "Or is it because I know you?"
The word "acquaintance" made Wang Yan's heart skip a beat.
However, he didn't think Su Yueming still remembered him.
"I will let you go in seven days. Just know that."
Wang Yan continued stiffly, repeating the sentence.
This was the second time Su Yueming had heard Wang Yan use the words "let him leave," and he disliked it very much.
It's as if I'm just a package, to be taken or sent away at will.
"You don't want money, and you even want to send me away in seven days, so why are you imprisoning me?"
This is the truth that Su Yueming wants to understand.
Perhaps, just perhaps, Wang Yan also loved him?
Is that why they resorted to this imprisonment system?
A sweet feeling slowly grew from the bottom of Su Yueming's heart, as if it were about to spread to every part of his body.
Wang Yan was unaware of what Su Yueming was thinking; he only felt that Su Yueming was questioning him, that an innocent person wanted to know the truth about this undeserved disaster.
With his fingers clenched into a fist, Wang Yan knew Su Yueming as someone he could only admire from afar, not to be trifled with.
His impulsiveness stemmed from his terminal illness.
He still remembers that day in the hospital clinic, the incandescent light shining on his face, and the white-haired doctor sitting opposite him asking if he had any relatives accompanying him.
He had a premonition that something was wrong in that instant.
"No." He slowly shook his head.
The doctor looked him up and down, seemingly lamenting the unpredictability of life, "You've been diagnosed with a terminal illness, but of course, there's still hope for a cure..."
Wang Yan didn't hear anything after that; the words "terminal illness" had already struck his brain like a thunderbolt.
It made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and all the blood in his body began to run cold.
Much later, Wang Yan finally found his soul. "Then... how much longer can I live?"
"If it's combined with treatment, then it's hard to say."
"What if they don't cooperate?"
"About three months," the doctor replied crisply.
Wang Yan's face was so pale it was almost the same color as the light bulb; he couldn't remember how he got out of the hospital.
He only remembered that the sun was very strong that day, baking him, but he only felt cold.
He has never done anything wrong in his life, nor has he ever gotten what he wanted. Why is he being punished like this?
Wang Yan couldn't understand it.
He walked along the road unconsciously, his thoughts drifting in the sky. As he passed one of the beverage shops, he heard familiar music.
It's a song sung by Su Yueming, the one called "You Don't Know I Love You".
It is also Wang Yan's favorite piece of music, which he has listened to repeatedly day and night.
Wang Yan subconsciously stopped in his tracks, and Su Yueming's face flashed through his mind in an instant—his smiling face, his indifferent face, and finally, his image of Su Yueming's back blocking his way.
He gripped the diagnosis report tightly, the darkness in his heart crawling wildly like an untamed worm.
So he went all the way and imprisoned Su Yueming.
Of course, he had no other ill intentions; he simply wanted Su Yueming to stay with him in the final moments of his life.
That way, his life wouldn't have been in vain.
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