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Love, the most beautiful duet in the eyes of many, often reveals a bitter irony in reality. Once, love was passionate and all-consuming, but in the end, what one gains is merely a flawed memory of heartbreak. Love is both real and false; when it reaches its conclusion, all that remains is a shattered heart and nothing else, just to atone for the original sin of this love.
So comfortable, so soft, so warm, so fragrant—it's the scent of lavender that she loves. In the darkness, Shen Qingyou slowly opened her dark eyes. The warm air from the air conditioner gently caressed her face, touching every cell in her body. She kept her eyes closed; the alcohol from last night still lingered in her muddled mind, causing a splitting headache.
After a while, Shen Qingyou finally opened her eyes. Where was this? It seemed somewhat familiar yet strange. She tried to prop herself up with her arms, but a wave of pain spasmed through her stomach. Frowning, she pressed down hard on her abdomen.
"You're awake?"
A magnetic voice accompanied by a shadow appeared in the dim light. Was it Qing Cang? Her chaotic mind suddenly cleared up. She squinted at him as he walked toward her against the light. In the faint glow, his pupils shone brightly like stars spilling their brilliance; his slightly curled lips and strikingly handsome face were almost audacious, complemented by his tall figure.
He sat at the edge of the bed and glanced at her casually, saying slowly, "Do you know you almost had a gastric perforation?"
Shen Qingyou gasped in shock—gastric perforation?
Qing Cang sighed and gently cupped her face with concern. "Why do you have to make yourself suffer like this?"
Silence enveloped them as Shen Qingyou turned her face away, tears falling uncontrollably. How long had it been since anyone cared for her like this? She thought she was a child forgotten by God; after being battered and bruised, there was still such a man in her life. Was she like Cinderella, sent by God to escape this hellish existence? Yet she wondered whether he would redeem her as a princess or push her into another more brutal hell.
She sat up as if to get out of bed, but Qing Cang pressed her back down firmly. "What do you think you're doing?" His expression showed some tension.
The tears quickly vanished from her eyes. To Qing Cang, she appeared as cold as ever. Shen Qingyou suppressed the overwhelming emotion inside and calmly looked at him, softly uttering two words: "Go home!"
Go home? Did that man make it so hard for her to let go?
With a darkened expression, Qing Cang unceremoniously pushed her back onto the bed and then lay down beside her, holding her tightly in his embrace.
"What is he doing?" Shen Qingyou looked at Qing Cang with wide, incredulous eyes, leaning against his chest and feeling the steady, powerful heartbeat. Her face flushed bright red, like a ripe shrimp.
The scent of cologne wafted around her nose, mixed with a faint hint of tobacco. Her gaze met his deep, dark eyes that were focused and affectionate, piercing straight into her heart.
The air around them suddenly became ambiguous. Qing Cang wore a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, a smile as radiant as the sun breaking through the clouds, dazzling and brilliant.
"I really should go back!"
This ambiguity made her anxious. Shen Qingyou awkwardly broke free from Qing Cang's embrace. After a few seconds with her head lowered, she slowly raised it again, the momentary panic gone. Her clear eyes held a hint of detachment. In her hopelessness, she could not selfishly regard him as a lifeline. Thinking this, she cleared her throat and said softly, "Qing Shao, I am a married woman. A few days ago, I just had a miscarriage. I don't have an impressive figure or beautiful looks; I can't even be considered young. Someone like me is not at all your type for playing around!"
Time seemed to freeze, and the floating tension in the air suddenly made one feel uneasy. Qing Cang leaned against the bed, his sharp gaze fixed tightly on Shen Qingyou. "What if I like you?"
Like? Is he joking? Shen Qingyou's hands nervously twisted the edge of the blanket. Her ten-year relationship with Yuan Mufang couldn't withstand a cancer diagnosis in the end, and what about this man? Counting on her fingers, was this their third or fourth meeting?
Like? Could it really catch someone off guard like this?
Like? Could it leave someone so defenseless?
Comparing just a few encounters to ten years of companionship, who would be more fragile? Once thought to be an unbreakable marital fortress, now it had turned to dust in an instant. Like? A hint of sarcastic amusement appeared at the corners of Shen Qingyou's mouth as she looked up and met Qing Cang's gaze directly. "Qing Shao, I think this joke is not funny at all."
Is it irrational now? Should she wait until she sinks before hoping to retreat unscathed?
Qing Cang chuckled lightly, stood up, and walked in front of Shen Qingyou, teasingly saying, "A joke? Do I look like I'm joking?"
"Qing Shao!" She tried to keep her attitude respectful and humble, but the anger on this man's face no longer held the gentleness from before.
Qing Cang pressed Shen Qingyou against the cold wall. "Shen Qingyou, if you're not happy, come to me," Qing Cang pointed to his chest, where his heart was beating wildly, battling against Shen Qingyou's fragile heart.
How cruel fate can be! She was already in such a pitiful state, yet it had to bring such a perfect man into her life. She still remembered that day when he wore a Uniform, standing under the sun, dazzling and radiant. The sky that day could not compare to his deep blue eyes. Shen Qingyou couldn't help but recall the night he covered her lips with his; she instinctively wanted to retreat, but there was nowhere to go. He carried a scent like Poppy, intoxicating with too much exposure.
Sigh! Who sighed softly?
……
"Hey, where are you taking me?"
"I want to prove to you that everything I said is true!"
Qing Cang firmly held Shen Qingyou's hand and pulled her outside. The cold wind instantly awakened her senses, silently reminding Shen Qingyou that she was stepping closer to the abyss with each step.
Qing Cang's Jeep sped through the Midnight Overpass. Shen Qingyou stole a glance at Qing Cang and wisely chose to remain silent, quietly watching the brilliant neon lights outside, feeling as if this brilliance was a declaration of life, stretching endlessly into the horizon.
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