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I was imprisoned in Chen Yi's penthouse. Days passed one by one, like an elongated, endless sentence. He indeed provided me with the "best" of everything: luxurious clothes, expensive food, top-notch art supplies... But he took away my phone, cutting off all contact with the outside world. The doors and windows of the room were reinforced, and bodyguards stood watch outside twenty-four hours a day. This place was a more secure cage than before.
Chen Yi visited me every day. He no longer seemed busy with work and social engagements; it was as if he spent all his time on me. He would sit with me during meals, even though I often didn't touch a single bite. He would sit beside me while I painted, even though my brush only produced oppressive shades of black, white, and gray. He would ramble on about how regretful he was, how much he loved me, and how he would make it up to me in the future... I never responded. I remained silent, looking at him with a gaze that felt like staring at a corpse.
My silence, my indifference, my eyes were like invisible knives, slowly torturing his heart. He began to grow anxious and irritable. "Lin Wan! Say something to me!" he would suddenly grab my shoulders and shake me forcefully. "Look at me! Look at me!"
"What do you want from me?!" he would shout in despair. "I've given you everything I can! Why won't you forgive me?! Why won't you look at me?!" I remained silent.
Sometimes, he would act like a child, clinging to my legs and crying bitterly in repentance. "Lan Wan, I was wrong... I was really wrong... Please come back to me? Just smile at me like before... I'm begging you..." Other times, he would explode in rage, smashing everything in the room that could be broken, like a desperate trapped beast. "Do you think that by not speaking, you can defy me?! Lin Wan! Let me tell you! You will never leave me in this lifetime! Even if you die, it will be by my side!"
His mood swings, his painful struggles, his heartfelt confessions, his insane threats... To me, they were nothing more than a ridiculous one-man show. My heart had long since died after that kidnapping incident. All that remained was a soulless shell of a body and a piece of Si Hui that could no longer ignite any flames.
One day, he came into my room drunk out of his mind, tearing at my clothes in an attempt to force himself on me.
I did not resist; I simply stared blankly at the ceiling, like a lifeless puppet. My reaction completely shattered him. He suddenly stopped, looking at my vacant eyes as if he had seen something terrifying. He staggered back, collapsing onto the ground, his hands clutching his head as he let out a pained whimper.
"Why... why has it come to this..."
"Lan Wan... you weren't like this before..."
"You used to look at me with light in your eyes..."
Yes, before. That light was extinguished by his own hands. Since that day, he had not touched me again. Yet he still kept me imprisoned here. He watched me grow thinner day by day, saw the light in my eyes completely fade, and witnessed me transform into a silent, soulless living corpse.
He sank deeper into pain and despair. He had gained my body but lost my heart forever. This pyre of chasing after me that he had ignited ultimately did not burn me but left him charred and broken, reduced to a handful of desperate ashes.
I did not know how long this torment lasted. A year? Two years? Or even longer? Time had lost its meaning for me. Until one day, I heard a commotion outside, perhaps... the sound of police sirens? The door was smashed open.
In rushed the police, along with... a tear-streaked Su Qing and a haggard A Zhe! They had finally found me!
Chen Yi was also restrained by the police. He looked at me with eyes full of despair and reluctance, mumbling, "Lan Wan... don't go..."
Su Qing held me tightly in her arms.
"Lan Wan! My Lan Wan! You've suffered!" she cried uncontrollably.
I looked out the window; the long-lost sunlight pierced my eyes painfully. Free?
I seem to... feel nothing anymore.
Chen Yi was sentenced to prison for multiple charges, including illegal detention. The Jiang Group, due to his previous reckless behavior and subsequent mismanagement, had long since fallen apart. Everything he once had—wealth, status, power—had turned to dust.
I was brought back to Southern Small Town by Su Qing and A Zhe. They took care of me with great caution, trying to help me reintegrate into life. A Zhe continued to treat me well, but I knew that we could never be together again. My heart had already died.
I continued to paint. My artwork no longer featured black, white, or gray; instead, it was filled with a bizarre and vibrant array of colors. Twisted lines, shattered images, and hues so intense they bordered on despair characterized my creations. My paintings began to create a stir in the art world. Some called me a genius, while others labeled me a madman. They said my art contained a kind of "despairing beauty of ashes after the fire."
Perhaps they were right. I became a somewhat well-known painter, establishing my own studio and holding exhibitions. Yet I rarely smiled and spoke even less. I felt like a ghost drifting through the world.
After his release from prison, Chen Yi came to find me once. He had aged significantly; his hair was gray, and his eyes were clouded, resembling an ordinary middle-aged man who had fallen from grace. He stood outside my studio, watching me from a distance, too afraid to approach.
In the end, he said nothing and turned away. I watched his hunched figure disappear around the corner of the street. There was no hatred, no love, no pity—nothing at all.
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