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After hurriedly taking a taxi home, Le'er rushed into the house, her heart racing. In a flurry, she stuffed her blood-stained clothes into the washing machine, her movements frantic and hasty, the garments crumpled and tossed about chaotically.
Just as she was about to catch her breath and calm her nerves, the doorbell suddenly rang with a sharp "ding-dong," the sound echoing in the silent room and startling her, causing her body to shudder and her heart to race.
When she opened the door, Le'er saw Xiao Yan standing outside, panting heavily.
The usually graceful and composed man looked pale as a ghost at that moment, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and streaming down his cheeks.
He had clearly run all the way here, abandoning his usual calm demeanor, with no time for pleasantries.
Without saying a word, Xiao Yan dashed into the house, quickly shutting the door behind him to block out all the unease and danger from outside.
Then he grabbed Le'er’s hand with a firm grip, pulling her into the room with hurried, heavy steps that radiated urgency and concern.
At this point, Le'er had made up her mind; since things had already escalated to this point, she felt surprisingly calm. She followed his lead into the room and sat quietly on the edge of the bed, watching Xiao Yan with a hint of helplessness and exhaustion in her eyes, waiting for him to speak.
"How could you do this?" Xiao Yan bent over, resting his hands on his knees as he gasped for air. After a while, he finally caught his breath.
Straightening up, he furrowed his brow, his gaze filled with reproach and heartache as he looked at Le'er. His tone was laced with helplessness and disappointment as he slowly spoke.
As he said this, his lips trembled slightly, clearly reflecting his inner turmoil. The expression on his face was complex and pained—confusion over Le'er's actions, frustration with the current situation, and a barely perceptible sadness.
"It’s because... because..." Le'er opened her mouth to explain but found herself choked up as if something had lodged in her throat. No words would come out.
She lowered her head, biting her lip, her hands anxiously twisting together, fingers endlessly circling. Her heart was in turmoil, unsure how to express her inner thoughts, and her face was filled with embarrassment and hesitation, revealing a hint of fear and unease.
"Because of me, right?" Xiao Yan looked at Le'er, who seemed hesitant to speak, and guessed part of what was on her mind. He sighed deeply and spoke slowly.
As he spoke, he slightly lowered his head, a flicker of helplessness and sadness crossing his eyes.
"Since you know, why ask..." When Xiao Yan laid it bare, Le'er's face flushed bright red. She lifted her head to glance at him but quickly lowered it again. Her voice became as soft as a whisper, tinged with reproach and shyness as she murmured.
Her voice was so faint it was almost inaudible, yet her heart raced even more. She didn't know what Xiao Yan would say next, and her body unconsciously trembled slightly.
"But you don't have to do this. Xiao Fang committed suicide; do you understand?" Xiao Yan took two steps forward, squatting down in front of Le'er. He looked directly into her eyes with a serious expression.
His hands instinctively rested on Leer's knees as he gently patted them, seemingly trying to convey his words through this gesture. He desperately hoped she would understand and not think in the wrong direction anymore; his face was filled with concern and care.
Le'er listened to Xiao Yan's words, momentarily stunned. Then confusion washed over her; her eyes widened slightly, brows furrowing into a knot as she looked at him in bewilderment. Internally she pondered: "How could Xiao Fang have committed suicide? What is going on?"
She completely failed to grasp what Xiao Yan was saying; her face was a mask of confusion and uncertainty. Her mouth opened slightly as if wanting to ask something but couldn't figure out where to start.
"Don't be foolish, Le'er. Listen to me. I know Xiao Fang told you about our argument, but those were all misunderstandings. Xiao Fang really did commit suicide. How can you be so naive? It wasn't me; why are you taking this upon yourself?" Xiao Yan grew anxious, standing up and pacing quickly around the room before stopping to look at Le'er urgently.
As he spoke, he gestured animatedly with his hands, his voice unintentionally rising a few notches.
"I... When did I ever... talk about Xiao Fang? I really don't know what you're saying!" Le'er shook her head in confusion, her voice laced with a hint of grievance and bewilderment as she stammered.
Her eyes were red, filled with a mix of grievance and confusion, as if she had fallen into an unfathomable mystery with no way out. Her hands helplessly rested on her thighs, fingers trembling slightly, and her body swayed gently, revealing her inner unease and panic.
As soon as the words left her mouth, Xiao Yan's expression darkened immediately. The urgency and sincerity that had been present on his face were now overshadowed by a cloud of worry. His brows furrowed tightly, and a flicker of doubt and anxiety flashed in his eyes.
His mind raced as he quickly considered various possible scenarios. After a moment, he sighed deeply, as if releasing a heavy burden or perhaps feeling anxious about the unknown that lay ahead. He spoke slowly, "Don't hide it from me anymore; Yuan Tu has already revealed it."
Yuan Tu?
Le'er suddenly recalled that when she had called Xiao Fang's phone earlier, it was Yuan Tu who answered the call.
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