When Song Xijun regained consciousness, he was lying on the floor of Ruan Qing'an's bedroom. Because he had been forced to lie there all night, his whole body ached, and he struggled to stand up.
He leaned against the bay window, rubbing his temples with a headache. Song Xijun tried pulling on the bedroom door, but as expected, it was locked. The drug Xia Hua had given him last night was exceptionally potent, and it was already almost noon...
Song Xijun's expression darkened slightly.
After a long while, he took a few steps back, sat on the bay window, raised his hand to half-cover his face, making it impossible to see his expression, and laughed softly. The sinister laughter sent chills down one's spine.
"The only reason they could lock me up at this particular time is because of the reason I mentioned earlier..."
"But I only told Ruan Ruan, haha."
Song Xijun chuckled softly, and through her fingers, the dark green in her deep eyes resembled a vortex, as thick and viscous as darkness.
In the deathly silent bedroom, even though the location had changed, Song Xijun found himself in the same predicament once again, with the same ending as in his previous life. He was locked up before the start of the TIP International Physics Competition.
In their past lives, they were dawn; in this life, they are summer flowers and Ruan Chengzhi.
What remains unchanged is that Nguyen Thanh An's presence is always there...
Just thinking about this made Song Xijun feel as if he were being choked, making even breathing a luxury, painful and pitiful, and affecting his heart.
A deathly silence permeated the bedroom, like oppressive, heavy dark clouds. The midday sun shone brightly outside the window, but Song Xijun hung her head, her long legs bent, like a caged beast forgotten in a corner.
“Ruan Ruan…”
He called out in a low, hoarse voice.
Until—Song Xijun raised his head, bent down and searched under Ruan Qing'an's desk for a while before taking out a toolbox, which he had placed there beforehand.
While searching for the items, Song Xijun muttered to herself, "It was just a competition to begin with, it didn't matter whether you participated or not, but since that's the case, I'll just send you all to hell."
Time passed slowly, and it was now past noon, around one o'clock. Song Xijun got up, took out her tools, and prepared to open the locked door, but she heard hurried running sounds outside the door. The next moment, the lock moved slightly.
Song Xijun's face darkened. Could it be someone delivering food?
He was slightly taken aback. He had just hidden his tools when the door was suddenly pushed open—"Song Xijun!"
"Ruan, Ruan Ruan?"
Song Xijun froze on the spot. Standing at the door was Ruan Qing'an, whom he couldn't believe was there. She seemed to have rushed back at all costs. Her clothes were disheveled. She, who was always dressed beautifully, had never looked so disheveled before...
In her hands, she held a key in one hand and a knife in the other.
Before Song Xijun could react, Ruan Qing'an had already rushed in, but seeing the knife in her hand, Song Xijun subconsciously took a step back: "Ruan Ruan, you—"
Shouldn't Ruan Chengzhi have sent him to the high-speed rail station?
He came back with a knife...
Ruan Qing'an seemed to be confused by Song Xijun's attitude. She was silent for a moment before saying, "My mother put sleeping pills in my food last night. I fell asleep in the car after I went out."
"The suitcase in the living room was just to lull you into a false sense of security. My things had already been moved. My dad wanted to take me to the high-speed rail station, but I ran back when they weren't looking."
Song Xijun had actually guessed it, but now, he couldn't say a word. He just opened his mouth, then remained silent...
Ruan Qing'an glanced at Song Xijun with her leaden gray eyes, squatted down, saw the toolbox under the bed, and stared blankly up at Song Xijun, her leaden gray eyes filled with disbelief and tears: "You've never believed me, have you?!"
"Ruan Ruan, I—"
"You were even prepared a long time ago?"
As Ruan Qing'an spoke, he pulled out the tools from under the bed, then slammed his phone in front of Song Xijun and yelled, "You fucking see for yourself, when did I ever call you Xijun!"
"I asked you to trust me, to trust me, and you agreed so readily. But from beginning to end, the moment something went wrong, you mentally sentenced me to death. Song Xijun, how cruel you are..."
Her hand holding the knife was trembling uncontrollably. Song Xijun's mind was in complete chaos. The boundless despair that had been spreading in his heart was suddenly shattered, and he was utterly defeated.
He should have known long ago that this trust would eventually shatter as he tried to test her—no piece of glass that has been tested for its strength remains intact.
Song Xijun's throat tightened: "I'm sorry, Ruan Ruan..."
But at that moment, the tightly closed door was pushed open, and Xia Hua and Ruan Chengzhi ran back anxiously. They knew that Ruan Qing'an had come back after they couldn't find her at the high-speed rail station!
Seeing Xia Hua and the others return, Ruan Qing'an didn't have time to cry. She quickly stood up from the ground and shielded Song Xijun behind her, regardless of whether they had a conflict before.
Xia Hua stormed into the room, shouting angrily, "Ruan Qing'an, are you crazy?! Come back with me right now!"
"I knew you'd come back to see Song Xijun again!"
Ruan Chengzhi was also furious, cursing with a livid face.
Despite Xia Hua and the others' harsh insults, Ruan Qing'an trembled, gripping the knife tightly: "Dad, Mom, let Song Xijun leave, or I won't leave either!"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Xia Hua had barely finished speaking when Ruan Qing'an had already placed a knife to her own neck, her eyes red from crying, but she said fiercely, "If you won't listen to me, then I'll just die!"
“My parents are murderers, and now they even want to ruin the victim’s life. Do you know how much I’m suffering? And now you still want to take me with you?”
Hearing Ruan Qing'an's accusations, Xia Hua trembled with rage: "Is this what you think of me and your father? Murderer? We did all this for you! You traitor!"
“You never did this for me, Mom…”
Ruan Qing'an's voice was choked with sobs: "You weren't like this before. I used to be your daughter, but now I'm just your tool. It's you who wants a life with money!"
"You, you, you—"
Xia Hua was so angry that her high blood pressure spiked.
Ruan Chengzhi immediately stepped forward and helped Xia Hua up: "Ruan Qing'an, put down the knife right now and leave with us!"
As Ruan Chengzhi prepared to step forward, Ruan Qing'an lowered his eyes. The knife was getting closer and closer to his neck, but because he had raised his hand for a long time, he couldn't help but tremble. The next moment, a clear line of blood appeared on his fair neck.
"Ruan Ruan!!!"
Xia Hua screamed, her voice sharp and terrified, while Ruan Chengzhi was so frightened that he stood frozen in place, not daring to go forward.
Watching Ruan Qing'an's retreating figure, and the blood-stained blade, Song Xijun stared intently at her, her voice hoarse: "Ruan Ruan, don't do anything rash, what if something happens—"
"Shut up!"
Ruan Qing'an pushed Song Xijun out, then took a step back and said to Xia Hua, "Mom, let him go."
Xia Hua was already sobbing uncontrollably: "Okay, okay, Mom agrees, just put the knife down, I'll let him go!"
"Get out of here, get out of here right now!"
Ruan Chengzhi's face was extremely ugly. He cursed and made way for Song Xijun, saying, "Damn it, you've ruined my daughter like this. Get the hell out of here!"
Song Xijun stumbled from the push, grabbing the doorframe for support. He was stunned for a moment, unable to react. He instinctively turned around and saw Ruan Qing'an standing alone by the window, holding a knife, her leaden-gray eyes looking at him.
She gritted her teeth: "Let's go!"
"Song Xijun, this family has dragged you down your whole life. If you don't want your future to be ruined by this, leave now!"
Song Xijun was completely thrown into chaos, and she was so panicked that she almost went crazy.
But the next moment, Ruan Chengzhi pushed him out and slammed the door shut, leaving Song Xijun alone outside the door in the empty hallway.
Just then, a teacher from the Provincial Department of Education called.
"Hello, is this Song Xijun?"
"It's me..."
Song Xijun murmured to himself, his head down as he looked at the screen displaying the call interface, where a text message pop-up had appeared.
The content is—
Song Xijun, "Xijun grows wings," your mother gave you a very good name, so... I'm giving your future back to you, so you won't be dragged down by our family anymore.
Farewell, Wood.
The teacher on the phone was still saying something, but Song Xijun could no longer hear anything. Whether it was obsession, the future, or even a past life or this one, he should only hold onto her.
Because she was the moon he gazed at from the abyss...
[Love Value Cap Relaxed]
【Affection Level: 99】
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