He frowned, with a look of pain on his face, and muttered to himself:
"Is all this because of me? Because I didn't marry Gu Ping'an? But I clearly told her that we only have revolutionary friendship, not love between men and women. But why does she still do this? Even if it's love, can you really love someone to this extent? To destroy him without caring about anything?"
Qin Ying reached out and covered his hand that was holding the report, feeling the raised calluses and slight trembling on his palm.
“It’s not your fault.”
She whispered:
"It's because their obsession is too crazy."
Fu Hanzhou tightly grasped the report, almost crushing it to pieces:
"I really don't understand where her obsessive love and dependence comes from!"
Qin Ying looked at the report that he had crumpled to pieces, and thought of the analysis results of the cases he had read before, and subconsciously said:
"I've read reports on this before. Her emotions are a form of 'emotional distortion syndrome caused by the trauma of the times.' It's extreme behavior caused by long-suppressed emotions. To you, she's projecting an idealized version of her missing self; to Lin Zhao, it's a compensatory psychological defense..."
Having said that, she tilted her head slightly and was silent for a while. Fu Hanzhou felt that she seemed to have not finished speaking, so he raised his eyebrows:
"Why don't you explain what you are thinking about?"
Qin Ying came back to her senses, her expression serious, but her eyebrows and nose wrinkled together:
"I was thinking, Gu Ping'an is a grown-up girl, how could she be so selfless? She should be the most self-centered, right?"
Fu Hanzhou also fell silent. Although he and Gu Ping'an grew up together, he didn't know much about her family.
He couldn't explain why she was like this. In front of others, Gu Ping'an was always tactful and knew when to act. Who wouldn't say that she was dignified and decent?
But, what if this is the root of her obsession—no self!?
He seemed to have a vague guess in his mind.
But now, no matter how crazy Gu Ping'an was, he had already been thrown into prison.
Lin Zhao's case is the most difficult!
He restrained himself from thinking further:
"We have to resolve this quickly."
He suddenly grabbed Qin Ying's wrist with astonishing force:
"If Lin Zhao is a lunatic who would do anything for Gu Ping'an, then Gu Ping'an can also give orders remotely from prison. So, when reporting him doesn't work, his next move will be even crazier..."
He didn't say anything else, Qin Ying already understood.
He suddenly held her in his arms, his arms around her like iron chains:
"Do you know what's the scariest thing? Everyone in the art troupe knew about this, but no one thought anything was wrong."
The incandescent light suddenly stung Qin Ying's eyes. She looked at Fu Hanzhou's red eyes and realized for the first time that this always calm man now had an emotion almost like fear in his eyes - not for himself, but for her.
Qin Ying suddenly threw herself into his arms, her nose hitting his chest, and disinfectant mixed with Fu Hanzhou's unique smell rushed into her nose:
"I'm not that fragile!"
Her voice trembled:
"I was the one who brought you back from the brink of death during the last operation. Now it's my turn..."
"But the danger is coming for you. Lin Zhao is like a loaded gun, and Gu Ping'an is ready to pull the trigger at any moment."
Fear and self-blame surged in his eyes:
"Because of me, I watched you get dragged into this, I..."
Fu Hanzhou pressed her hand against his chest. His heartbeat could be heard rapidly through the fabric. His tone was unquestionable, yet there was a subtle tremor in his voice:
"I can't let you be exposed to this kind of...morbid gaze any longer."
Qin Ying's hands tightly grasped his clothes, and she raised her head to kiss the corner of his trembling mouth. Fu Hanzhou's body stiffened instantly, and he responded to her enthusiastically. A sigh escaped from his throat, and then he squeezed her into his arms with greater strength.
The wind outside the window suddenly blew up the curtains, and the shadows of the sycamore leaves swayed on their overlapping skin, dyeing the breathing sounds in the room a burning red.
*
Fu Hanzhou's wound has not been bleeding much in the past two days.
Xiaocheng was notified that the art troupe would send warmth and condolences to the soldiers injured in this mission.
This time, not only Fu Hanzhou was injured, but other soldiers were also injured, but his was the most seriously injured.
He was seriously injured just to protect his comrades.
He has been disturbed by various things since he came back, and Qin Ying has not asked about the specific situation.
Hearing this news now, he felt a little complicated. He went on the mission because of her.
After escaping death, she couldn't ignore this matter anymore and couldn't help asking:
"Why did you insist on going then?"
She sat by the bed, but didn't dare look at him.
"Are you finally willing to bring it up?"
Fu Hanzhou sat on the bed, leaned close to her, breathing hotly:
"The secret of the violin? The hesitation about the place to go abroad? Wei Zhuolan's entanglement..."
He looked at her with burning eyes:
"I thought you were leaving."
He lowered his eyes and suddenly laughed, his laughter filled with bitter self-mockery:
"There was a landmine under my feet and bullets ahead. I even thought that dying in your hands would be what I asked for. So when the bullets came, all I could think of was the regret of not being able to see you one last time."
Qin Ying's voice suddenly became hoarse:
"So on the operating table, you have to fight for your life to survive."
"I tried my best to see you one last time, but I could hear your heartbreaking cries in a trance... So I didn't dare to die. How could I bear to see you crying like that..."
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