Wu Muqing held a glass of wine in boredom and paced back and forth in the slightly quiet courtyard. His shadow was particularly long under the light.
"Brother Mu Qing, why are you here?" Han Xiaoya lifted her long blue skirt and appeared under the lights." Is the cocktail party too boring?"”
"No, it's just that I don't like crowds.”
"That's right. The cocktail party is too noisy." Han Xiaoya smiled calmly. Her eyes sparkled like the surface of a lake in spring." Oh right, Brother Mu Qing, where did Lingyu go?”Han Xiaoya looked around.
"That girl won't stop for a moment. I wonder where she went.”Wu Muqing smiled silently. The corner of his mouth was slightly tilted, and it was faintly discernible under the light.
Wu Muqing's voice was very gentle, as comfortable as the peaceful night. It made Han Xiaoya's heart secretly thump non-stop. Under the light, her blushing face reflected the shyness of a young girl.
"Brother Mu Qing, Lingyu said that you're leaving again.”
The eighteen-year-old girl was as fickle as the summer weather. She was so happy a moment ago, but now she was sad and lamenting.
"Yes, I plan to open a law firm in another city. I don't want to inherit my father's career."
Wu Muqing looked into the distance and spoke of his dream. His eyes were filled with longing and anticipation.
"Then we won't see each other for a long time." Han Xiaoya was a little disappointed. She looked at Wu Muqing with a serious expression, as if she was expecting something.
"Silly girl, we will meet."
Wu Muqing gently grabbed Han Xiaoya's hair, as if he was treating his sister as a normal person. Then, he looked elsewhere thoughtfully. He didn't see Han Xiaoya's happy and satisfied smile at all.
Han Xiaoya also quietly looked at Wu Muqing's side profile. They had known each other for five years. Unknowingly, it had been so long. She couldn't help but think of the past five years ago.
The door to Wu Lingyu's room was left ajar. Han Xiaoya had picked a purple dress and changed out of her gown that had spilled wine all over her body. Wu Lingyu's room was decorated in a unique way, warm and elegant. Han Xiaoya casually walked around.
"My dear sister, happy birthday! Do you like it?"
Han Xiaoya shuddered when she was suddenly hugged. The elegant voice seemed to have hypnotized her. She held her breath and looked at the exquisitely wrapped gift box in front of her. She turned around with a red face.
Wu Muqing's face suddenly turned pale and then red. He subconsciously put some distance between them. She lowered her head in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry, I, I thought, I thought it was Lingyu.”
Wu Muqing wanted to apologize sincerely, but he was at a loss.
"It's alright." Han Xiaoya spat out three words.
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The ending had been decided from the beginning. In his eyes, she was his " sister ", and that had never changed. But in her eyes, he was the person who made her heart flutter. He had always been.
Han Xiaoya stared at Wu Muqing for a long time before she noticed the change in his expression.
Wu Muqing was stunned when he saw the girl in the distance. She looked terrified and her eyes were filled with tears as she ran away in a sorry state. Her bright yellow dress was torn and she stood up. It was bright red. He was still wearing his sneakers. He ran faster and faster, disappearing into the night and from Wu Muqing's sight.
Han Xiaoya smiled in satisfaction. No one could see how smug she was under the light.
"Ah-a life has been lost, a life has been lost!”
A scream broke the silence of the night.
After the prosperity of the scene, the song ends and the people disperse.
When was the party no longer alluring, when was this wonderful night no longer intoxicating, and when was the sky no longer charming with fireflies dancing in the sky? Who stole the warm and beautiful blessings of this night, and who erased the prayers for peace? Who was to blame? Was the strange night too beautiful or was the person too beautiful? Was it because the emergency siren was too loud, or was it because the police siren was too loud? That tattered skirt was the end of her thirst, and also the end of this desolate night.
The lights dimmed, the people dispersed, and the twinkling stars inexplicably fell. The bustling scene had become history, leaving only the anxious barking of the police dogs and the frantic rescue efforts of the medical staff. What else? There was probably only that smug evil smile and the shocking blood.
In the past, who would pay homage to this uneasy night, who would regret that beauty was torn apart, and who would remember the girl's heart-wrenching cry that night? Who stole her dream? The home in her dream, the Han Yi in her dream had all disappeared. What should she do after she woke up from the dream?
What was chasing them? Poisonous snakes and ferocious beasts? Hell Asura? Why was that frail figure constantly shuttling through the sea of people? Why was that pale face so frightened? Her white sneakers were covered in mud, and her tattered skirt was stained with blood. He was so thirsty that he didn't stop. He was afraid that if he stopped, he would be torn apart again. He was afraid that if he stopped, he would be pushed into the abyss again. She wanted to escape, escape from that hideous and terrifying man, escape from that cold and dark " home."
The heavens did not pity this person who had nowhere to go. The stars kept all their brilliance and only cast cold rain, which hurt. The cold air seeped into her skin and into her bone marrow, but she did not stop. She lowered her head in fear, forgetting to yield and avoid it.
The sound of the brakes screeched.
It was fate that had arranged this time, this place, this car, this person to stop her desperate running and stop her bumpy life.
The strong light blinded Wu Muqing's vision, and the sharp sound of the brakes stung his eardrums. For a moment, he was blank. He could only see the lonely figure trembling in the rain.
Wu Muqing came back to his senses and immediately took an umbrella and entered the rain.
The rain continued to fall, and the panic-stricken girl in front of him was trembling. Her unfocused gaze never stopped. Wu Muqing was stunned. It was her-the glamorous and battered girl. The " two-faced fate " of the Han family had left a deep impression on her.
" Drip, drip, drip…" The sound of the rain falling was so clear. They were so quiet that it was as if they had forgotten to speak.
"Are you alright? Did you hit anything?" After a while, Wu Muqing remembered to ask carefully and gently.
There was no reply. Thirsty only raised his head and stared helplessly at the person in front of him. There was nothing but fear in his eyes. It seemed to be running away from something, but also seemed to be searching for something. Was it an angel? Was God sent to save me? If so, take me away, take me away from this cold and hopeless world. Let Xia Kezhi die. That way, he wouldn't be in pain and tired anymore. This was what Xia Kezhi thought. How desperate must one be to be so desperate to be saved?
Too much curiosity and pity swept over him. Wu Muqing did not understand why he was suddenly filled with so many complicated emotions.
He had no idea for a moment, and he panicked and attacked wantonly."Where do you feel uncomfortable? Do you want to go to the hospital?"
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