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The days became unbearably long due to her father's illness. For Shen Qingyou, each day was a bitter torment during the short span of half a month. In front of her parents, she had to force a smile and even occasionally show affection with Yuan Mufang. However, when the night fell and silence enveloped the room, lying on that empty large bed, her thoughts relentlessly chased after memories of the past, while the good times seemed like an unpredictable future.
She pulled the blanket tighter around herself. Her body was exhausted, yet sleep eluded her. With her eyes wide open, she stared blankly at the floral-patterned ceiling.
"Bang!"
The sudden sound of the door being kicked open made Shen Qingyou's body tremble instinctively. In recent days, Yuan Mufang always returned home drunk. Although she had locked the door, it seemed to only provoke Yuan Mufang's alcohol-fueled nerves further. Pleas turned into curses, which eventually escalated into kicking and banging on the door; tonight was no exception.
"Shen Qingyou, open the door! Open up..."
"!"
With a kick against the door, a flushed Yuan Mufang vented his anger at the closed door with all his might. One kick followed another, showing no signs of stopping until he achieved his goal.
"Open the door! Open up..."
A few days ago, he would have stopped after making a scene for a while, but today? Shen Qingyou closed her eyes and burrowed deeper into the blankets. How long could this relationship last?
"!"
The fragile door could not withstand Yuan Mufang's relentless assault any longer. With a loud crash, the door fell to the ground. Shen Qingyou shot up in shock and coldly watched as a swaying, drunken Yuan Mufang stumbled toward her bed.
His disheveled hair, bloodshot eyes, dark circles under his eyes, and that unpleasant smell of alcohol made Shen Qingyou grimace in disgust. However, what repulsed her even more was that behind Yuan Mufang stood another woman. The woman's alluring purple hair danced wildly in Shen Qingyou's view, and her smoky black eye makeup exuded a sense of seduction mixed with promiscuity. The two ample breasts pressed tightly against Yuan Mufang's side were barely concealed beneath her black lace bra. With half-closed hazy eyes, she said, "Handsome, is this your room? Is that woman the one who betrayed you?"
The index finger painted with bright red nail polish lazily pointed at Shen Qingyou lying on the bed, her lips pale and upturned in a mocking smile.
Home was no longer home. Shen Qingyou calmly got out of bed, took a coat from the wardrobe, and silently walked out. However, her wrist was grabbed by Yuan Mufang. She frowned slightly but quickly pried his hand away. Yet Yuan Mufang was relentless, stepping forward again and carelessly saying, "You don't want to sleep with me? There are plenty of women who would. Look, she is prettier than you, younger than you!"
The Purple-Haired Woman was pushed in front of Shen Qingyou by Yuan Mufang, disappointment evident in her eyes. The deep disappointment in Shen Qingyou was overwhelming, tearing away the heavy layers of this man's past, revealing how wretched and filthy he truly was inside.
"Get your dirty hands off me."
"I won't let go."
"Let go!"
"I won't."
"Slap!"
When the iron-like slap landed on Shen Qingyou's face, she felt as if her left cheek had been scraped by a razor; her face burned as if it would bleed, and her eyes stung painfully, almost bringing tears.
God once told people that when someone strikes your left cheek, you must offer your right cheek as well. But God surely did not know what it felt like to be slapped.
Yuan Mufang stared wide-eyed at the clear imprint of his hand on Shen Qingyou's face. His nerves gradually regained their rationality, and a flicker of guilt crossed his eyes. However, thinking back to the mocking comments from colleagues at the dinner earlier that still lingered in his mind, that flicker of guilt was quickly drowned in endless hatred.
The fiery pain on her face seeped into every cell of Shen Qingyou's body. Raising her leg, she kicked Yuan Mufang away using the taekwondo skills he had personally taught her years ago. Love had fallen to the point of physical confrontation; what was there left to cherish?
Leaving the two people who were dumbfounded behind, Shen Qingyou left the home that made her feel suffocated. Walking down the long street at midnight, she looked at the brightly lit streets and alleys, where the hanging lanterns cast joyful colors on the faces of people, whether they were celebrating or sorrowful. A cold breeze blew by, and it was only then that Shen Qingyou realized she had forgotten to wear her coat when she stepped out. Wandering aimlessly, she didn't know what exciting reasons life could still bring to her battered self. However, she had to face a new beginning in some sense, and it seemed there was still a glimmer of hope.
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