0049 Xianshan (3)
A moment of silence.
He Lingling knew that Guan Kai was waiting for her to ask him all this.
Guan Kai. Such a common surname, at that time she did not associate him with the murderer who hurt Ayan's brother.
The moment she saw that person again seven years later, she suddenly realized that the "Guan" in Guan Yue's name and the "Guan" in Guan Kai's name were the same character.
She must have expended a tremendous amount of effort to find evidence of his crime. It shouldn't have been difficult—a hit-and-run in the middle of the road would have been clearly captured by surveillance cameras.
When they arrived at the police station, they found that even a year-old video was on file, but the surveillance camera had mysteriously broken down on the day Ayan's brother had the accident.
She argued angrily with the man, and at that moment the police officer's uniform felt like an extremely hypocritical mask, which disgusted her.
They sternly accused her of obstructing official business and disturbing the peace. She refused to leave, determined to find evidence there. A policeman who appeared tall and strong tried to push her, but she was no match for him in terms of strength; in a few tugs, he dragged her to the gate.
After the man left, the glass door swayed as he went, and there were some noises.
Her figure was reflected directly in front of him.
He looked extremely disheveled and weak.
At this moment, she hated herself. Her beloved was lying innocently in a hospital bed, having lost his right leg and his future. At this moment, the world even wanted to take away his fairness.
Despite having both hands and feet, she couldn't even get justice for her brother, Ah Yan.
Tears fell without her realizing it. She wiped them with her sleeve, but it was as if she had flipped a switch, and she felt more and more aggrieved, and the tears flowed more and more as if she couldn't wipe them away.
She encouraged herself: There are countless paths in the world. Even if she runs into trouble at the police station, she'll definitely get some photos taken at the surrounding shops.
She went door to door asking, but the responses all seemed to be the same. All the business owners told her with evasive eyes that there were no security cameras, or that the cameras were broken.
No one is foolish enough not to see the subtle hints in those people's evasive statements—
It was simply telling her that she didn't need to do anything futile.
It was then that she realized how much effort they would put into protecting someone. Even when she tried to investigate the perpetrator's background with the limited information she had, she only managed to find a name.
Guan Yue.
When he was desperate, he wrote his name and the four characters "Wanqi Fuze" together in a letter and sent it to the Discipline Inspection Department.
That was like a stone sinking into the sea, or like cutting flesh with a dull knife.
The world she hadn't seen in the past seventeen years was gradually revealed to her by Wanqi Fuze.
She finally realized how cold and helpless it was behind those many curtains.
She could only secretly shed tears outside the ward where her brother Ayan was staying.
She climbed the stairs to the seventh floor, on foot, through a stairwell lit only by motion-activated lights. She carried another day of emptiness and disappointment with each step, and not a single light ever shone for her.
But the steps beneath her feet caught countless warm tears for her, silently yet powerfully.
When she reached the top floor, she would sit on the steps and wait for the nurse to change Ayan's dressing at eight o'clock. She didn't want to go into the ward at that time, not because she didn't want to face Ayan's disabled state… but because she couldn't bear the sight of the distress on his face…
But even when I escape, the pain in my heart still comes every day as if by telepathy.
Just as she was biting her lower lip and crying her heart out, a hand was extended to her.
Tears had already blurred my vision, leaving a thin, square patch.
It can cut your palm, and it can also cut your heart.
"Five million." It was a familiar voice, but also a voice she deeply hated.
Each time she was rejected, she heard an even higher and better number.
There were no lights on the top floor, only scattered shadows cast by the tall buildings not far away.
His tall shadow enveloped her petite figure, and she was completely hidden in the darkness.
“…You can’t keep going like this, you have to take the college entrance exam…” Before he could finish speaking, she suddenly burst into tears. His hand was still outstretched, and she squatted on the ground, crouching in his shadow, hugging herself and crying uncontrollably.
Since I met her, she had never been so heartbroken, crying uncontrollably and trembling all over. I also never knew she was so resilient, determined to keep searching even after skipping class and leaving school, wiping away her tears after being rejected and going to the next place to inquire.
Yes, he finally had to admit that he didn't understand her, and that when she showed him her true self, it was entirely because of another man.
How envious he was of the man in the hospital bed, to have won the heart of such a wonderful woman. He would rather lose his right leg than lose a single tear from her; he would have no regrets in this life.
He knew she hated him, but he still couldn't help wanting to reach out and hug her.
It felt as if a knife was cutting into his heart; he couldn't bring his outstretched hand down, afraid of scaring her away.
She had once reached out her delicate arms to him and embraced his large frame.
Why did those precious and beautiful moments pass by so quickly, never to be repeated? He will never again experience that moment of warmth from her in his life.
The bank card in her hand was gently taken away, and at that moment it felt as if some fragile connection that was hanging by a thread had completely snapped with her movement.
He thought she would cry and yell at him as before, saying that Brother Ayan's life couldn't be bought with money, and that those who play with human lives would be punished.
He was willing to accept even insults, because he still had a reason to see her again.
But this time she simply took the bank card quietly, her clear tears falling onto the thin card, while his hand didn't even remember to drop it.
"Okay..." she uttered softly, as if saying goodbye to him. Her voice was fragile, yet it was calm.
Beneath the calm lies an unrecoverable, extinguished ember.
She finally chose to accept this reality.
As he told her, even if Shen Yan won the case, he wouldn't receive that much compensation. For him, who would be unable to stand afterward, fairness wasn't as important as money...
The obtuse-angled bank card was transferred from his hand to hers, cold and lifeless, symbolizing her surrender to him.
She was willing to do things for her brother Ayan that he might never forgive, but all she hoped was that he could feel a little better while he was suffering from physical pain...
She left, leaving him behind in the depths of desolation.
In the deepest darkness, he was all alone. His tall figure was no longer tall.
He told himself that this was the right thing to do. She couldn't remain trapped in her grief any longer; it would harm her health. Nor should she waste all her time searching for so-called "evidence." She had to prepare for the college entrance exam; she couldn't ruin her future…
All of this is right. Only he is right to remain in the darkness.
Anyway, he was already used to living in the dark, and he was already used to being hated by everyone.
It was all right... He thought his heart was already numb, but why were warm tears sliding down his cheeks?
It was as if an endless sea had appeared before him, and the seawater sealed his mouth and nose, making him feel suffocated.
It turned out that their separation was destined from that moment. He had actually realized it all along, but he just didn't want to admit it...
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Inside the train carriage.
As He Lingling pressed down on her skirt, which had been slightly torn on the ground, a glimpse of silver was revealed on her wrist. She instinctively covered it with her left hand.
The bracelet was a birthday gift from Wanqi Fuze many years ago.
She threw it far away after receiving it, and was happy to see Wanqi Fuze's face turn dark. But he would pick it up again and again and put it back on her. She took it off countless times, and he picked it up again countless times.
Eventually, she couldn't outlast his patience and wore it for many years.
It was a habitual action she had developed over the years. Whenever she felt anxious or uneasy, she would unconsciously touch the bracelet to gain some inexplicable peace of mind.
She needed to sort out the chaotic thoughts and strike at the enemy's weak points.
But no matter how much she thought about it, the question she really wanted to ask was: "Seven years have passed, why can't you let Brother Ayan go?"
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