"Save me." Thirsty grabbed Wu Muqing's clothes tightly and said in a trembling voice," I killed someone.”
Many years later, he didn't understand why he would ask a complete stranger for help. Was it because he had nowhere else to go? Was it because of his gentle voice? Or was it because he gave her a sense of security like Han Ge? He was so thirsty that he decided to take another gamble and leave his fate to him. He no longer had the strength to speak. He didn't want to see, listen, or think about the filth of this world. Exhausted from thirst, she gave in and surrendered. She no longer had the strength to fight against fate. She slowly closed her eyes, praying to be brought to a place without sorrow, helplessness, and tears.
"What's wrong with you?" Wu Muqing was at a loss. It was because of her cry for help, her fainting, and a voice telling him to protect her and redeem her.
Everything happened too suddenly and too mysteriously. There was no time to think or understand. Just like that, Wu Muqing walked into Xia Kezhi's life at her most helpless moment. There wasn't any grand or magnificent prologue, but it was so unforgettable. He decided to give her warmth. He didn't know why he would do that. Perhaps it was fate that he never believed in.
The Han family's ball had left an indelible scar in Thirsty's heart. The bloodstains that were left behind were a nightmare for her. Wu Muqing, who had saved her in the rain, was the warmth of her heart for the rest of her life. She met him on that despairing night. He had seen the most beautiful version of her, the most miserable version of her, the most desperate version of her. No matter which version of her it was, it would leave an eternal mark in Wu Muqing's memory. In this life, he was destined to be her salvation, and she was destined to be his calamity.
Beads of sweat seeped out of the hospital's pale face. His tightly knitted brows never relaxed even in his dreams. His hands gripped the bedsheets tightly. He used all his strength, and his knuckles were already white.
In the ward, Wu Muqing looked worriedly at the unconscious Thirsty. Even though she was unconscious, she was still so afraid. What had she experienced? Wu Muqing knew that her story was sad. It was so sad that even though he wanted to know more about it, he could not bear to tell her story without holding back.
That scene was so clearly imprinted in his thirsty mind that he could not get rid of it.
It was both a dream and reality.
The man tore apart Thirsty's clothes crazily. His strong hands pressed on Thirsty's shoulders, and his disgusting and distorted face pressed against her skin. It was so painful. The aggressive and fierce kiss was so painful that it made every inch of her skin thirsty. She went crazy, she screamed, she cried, she abandoned all her pride to beg for mercy. However, the man continued shamelessly.
Panic, thirst, unable to think. As she struggled, the ashtray fell to the ground.
He was so thirsty that he closed his eyes and did not look at the dirty face. His hand accidentally touched a cold spot. She knew that the heavens still pitied her. She was so thirsty that she didn't even think about it. She picked up a cold hard object and smashed it fiercely on the man's head, using all her strength. The man stopped, and then the red light that covered the sky stung his thirsty eyes. Bright red blood flowed down the man's face and neck, dripping onto his thirsty hands and feet…drop after drop, it was a shocking sight.
The door opened and a ray of light shone into the darkness.
The shocking scene suddenly disappeared.
"You're awake." Wu Muqing walked to the bedside in a daze." You've been unconscious for an entire day.”
Thirsty subconsciously stepped back and stared at Wu Muqing with an uneasy and defensive gaze. The fear had not faded from her pale face, and her hands were still clutching the bedsheets tightly.
Wu Muqing understood her "wariness" and tried his best to sound friendly."Don't be afraid. I'm not a bad person. My name is Wu Muqing.”
Wu Muqing introduced himself honestly in an attempt to ease her fear.
It was as if he was suddenly awakened by something. His eyes no longer wandered, his brows slowly relaxed, and his tightly clenched hands also loosened. He didn't look at Wu Muqing anymore as if he was recalling something. That night, the bus stop, the bicycle, and the young man who had vaguely said," My name is Wu Muqing. What about you?”。No wonder she had asked him for help. He had once given her warmth.
"What happened? How…how could you kill someone?”Wu Muqing interrupted his thirsty thoughts and asked carefully.
Wu Muqing's words touched on the pain that he wanted to forget the most. Although he knew that it was impossible to forget, he did not want to be dug up by others. She looked at Wu Muqing warily again and pursed her lips without saying anything.
"Alright, I won't ask. We'll talk about it when you want to.”Wu Muqing saw that he was so thirsty that he couldn't even make a sound for a long time, so he compromised. She did not dare to ask again, afraid that she would be dragged back into her painful memories. Actually, he really wanted to know her relationship with the Han family.
What would happen in the future? He was so thirsty that he didn't dare to think about it. Where was her ending? The Han family? Prison? A dark corner? No matter where he was, without Han Yi, he would be abandoned again and again. Was this her fate? No matter how hard he tried, he could not change it. Ten years ago, she had gambled everything to start over, but now she was covered in bruises. If she could do it all over again, she would choose to repeat the same mistake, just for that real but unreachable warmth.
This time, what bargaining chip did she have to win against that illusory future? The nightmare that she could not wake up from had already broken her wings.
Wu Muqing did not need to think about what would happen in the future. He wanted to write about her ending. There were no conditions or reasons. He had no time to participate in her past, and he did not want to miss out on her future. He was awake. He wanted to end the sorrow of Reverse Flow into a River. He was also very puzzled. It was said that there were thousands of reasons for everything, but for this sad and strong girl. He could not find a reason.
This time, he would give her whatever she wanted, no matter the cost.
The college entrance examination passed quietly in confusion, panic, nervousness, and helplessness. This was a baptism. Some gained, some lost; Some were happy, some were sad, some had passed their youth on horseback, and some had forgotten their backpacks.
For thirst, this baptism was so extravagant. It turned into bubbles in the conspiracy and dissipated without a trace.
After staying in the hospital for three days, his mental state had slowly recovered. She had not spoken for the past three days. Wu Muqing came to visit him every day, telling him the story of a person without mentioning anything. It was as if her sadness had never happened. If she didn't want to remember, he would help her forget.
The early morning sun sprinkled on her thirsty face, making her want to apply golden foundation. She was no longer as pale as when she had just entered the hospital. The fear and haze on her face had also gradually been wiped away. She had returned to her usual calm and quiet self. She was even quieter than before, so quiet that one could not feel her existence.
He stood in front of the French window without any expression or movement. He was just quiet. Outside the window, an old man in a hospital gown was engrossed in reading the newspaper. The boy who was secretly eating snacks smiled innocently at the doctor. The uncle, who was doing fitness exercises alone, was also happy. This peaceful morning seemed to have nothing to do with thirst. She was the only audience in this life drama. Only that night of rain, that night of night, and that night of blood were real. It was just an illusion of calm before the storm.
Wu Muqing walked in quietly, unwilling to disturb the thirsty silence. He looked at her back and was lost in thought."Are you feeling better today?"
Wu Muqing was holding a bouquet of carnations. He had heard that flowers could make people happy and forget their painful past. She had once thought that it was childish and unrealistic, but now she did not know why she was so silly as to do it.
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