In the room, Wen Wenyao was left alone.
The words Liu Xuwen had just spoken had completely shattered her last defense, but she still held onto hope that Song Nanqiao would come back, and return to her side.
Staring at the pale ceiling, Wen Wenyao began to think about many things.
For instance, how things were now, whether her father was still around, and if not, what should be done about the Wen family’s businesses… or what she should do herself.
But all these questions only occupied her mind for a dozen seconds. Soon, her thoughts returned to Song Nanqiao.
Yes…
No matter what…
Nothing was more important than Song Nanqiao.
Song Nanqiao was her reason to live. Perhaps she could give up everything else, but not Song Nanqiao.
Absolutely not.
Without Song Nanqiao, she would die.
She wanted to see Song Nanqiao.
Now.
A ridiculous idea sprouted in Wen Wenyao’s mind.
If she had gone with Song Nanqiao, could she see her again?
Although there might not be such a thing as ghosts or deities in this world, what if it were possible?
Thinking about this, almost unconsciously, Wen Wenyao changed into the white shirt hanging by the bed, opened the room door, and walked down to the hospital lobby.
With her weak and somewhat pallid face, pedestrians on the road couldn’t help but stop and watch. They all wanted to comfort the young princess in front of them, but she skillfully avoided them without a trace.
When the girl reached the hotel entrance, the receptionist noticed her and showed a surprised expression.
Hastily walking up, she looked at Wen Wenyao with a concerned look and said, “Miss, please stay strong.”
“Thank you for your concern.”
Wen Wenyao nodded slightly and walked into Song Nanqiao’s room.
The moment she opened the door.
A familiar feeling rushed into Wen Wenyao’s mind. There were still books on the desk that Song Nanqiao liked to read, Song Nanqiao’s coat was still on the chair, the bedspread was neatly folded by Song Nanqiao, but there were faint traces left on the sheets.
Everything was just the way they had left it that day.
Unchanged.
She picked up Song Nanqiao’s coat, held it close to her, and took a deep breath, inhaling the lingering scent of Song Nanqiao.
The scent that intoxicated her.
At this moment, she seemed to be immersed once again in Song Nanqiao’s tender world, unwilling to leave for a long time.
Wen Wenyao covered herself with the coat, collapsed on Song Nanqiao’s bed like a limp rag, and greedily absorbed everything Song Nanqiao had left behind.
If only time could turn back, if she could return to that time, Wen Wenyao would abandon everything without hesitation, take Song Nanqiao away from here, and live a simple life in a third-tier city. It didn’t matter what they did, as long as they were together.
“I know I was wrong…”
“Can you, please, give her back to me?”
As if speaking to a deity, Wen Wenyao said in a low voice, with unprecedented sincerity in her tone.
After a long time.
No one responded.
Wen Wenyao thought for a moment, and it was true, there were no deities in this world, no one could bring Song Nanqiao back to her.
So she would have to go see her herself.
Wen Wenyao slowly stood up, walked toward the cabinet, and remembered that there was a fruit knife there.
Opening the cabinet, she took a closer look, and indeed, the knife was there. Without hesitation, Wen Wenyao picked up the fruit knife and walked into the bathroom.
The sheets were what Song Nanqiao had used, and apart from the bathroom, almost everything in this room had been touched by Song Nanqiao. She didn’t want to leave any unclean bloodstains on the things Song Nanqiao had left behind.
So she chose the bathroom…
Turning on the shower, the cold water dripped onto her hair, wetting her body. The transparent white shirt couldn’t hide the girl’s frail figure. It was too cold… Wen Wenyao shivered for a moment, then picked up the fruit knife next to her.
As if not feeling any pain, Wen Wenyao fiercely cut her wrist along the major artery. The fragile skin couldn’t withstand the sharp blade’s intrusion, and soon, a bloody trace appeared before her eyes, followed by a bright red stream of blood.
Strange colors on the white skin.
Slowly, the blood flowed down to the pale tiles. Wen Wenyao began to feel a little dizzy, and she leaned against the wall, closing her eyes.
She felt her strength being gradually drained from her body. Except for the traces of pain she could feel on her wrist, Wen Wenyao didn’t feel any other pain. Compared to losing Song Nanqiao, these were nothing.
Even if she were to be tortured a thousand times, it wouldn’t compare to the pain of losing Song Nanqiao. That feeling of having her heart ripped out was something Wen Wenyao didn’t dare to experience again.
Soon…
Soon, I will come to see you. Be patient and wait for me. I will come as soon as possible… I won’t make you wait for long.
You must wait for me.
I will come to see you soon…
In the room, Wen Wenyao was left alone.
The words Liu Xuwen had just spoken had completely shattered her last defense, but she still held onto hope that Song Nanqiao would come back, and return to her side.
Staring at the pale ceiling, Wen Wenyao began to think about many things.
For instance, how things were now, whether her father was still around, and if not, what should be done about the Wen family’s businesses… or what she should do herself.
But all these questions only occupied her mind for a dozen seconds. Soon, her thoughts returned to Song Nanqiao.
Yes…
No matter what…
Nothing was more important than Song Nanqiao.
Song Nanqiao was her reason to live. Perhaps she could give up everything else, but not Song Nanqiao.
Absolutely not.
Without Song Nanqiao, she would die.
She wanted to see Song Nanqiao.
Now.
A ridiculous idea sprouted in Wen Wenyao’s mind.
If she had gone with Song Nanqiao, could she see her again?
Although there might not be such a thing as ghosts or deities in this world, what if it were possible?
Thinking about this, almost unconsciously, Wen Wenyao changed into the white shirt hanging by the bed, opened the room door, and walked down to the hospital lobby.
With her weak and somewhat pallid face, pedestrians on the road couldn’t help but stop and watch. They all wanted to comfort the young princess in front of them, but she skillfully avoided them without a trace.
When the girl reached the hotel entrance, the receptionist noticed her and showed a surprised expression.
Hastily walking up, she looked at Wen Wenyao with a concerned look and said, “Miss, please stay strong.”
“Thank you for your concern.”
Wen Wenyao nodded slightly and walked into Song Nanqiao’s room.
The moment she opened the door.
A familiar feeling rushed into Wen Wenyao’s mind. There were still books on the desk that Song Nanqiao liked to read, Song Nanqiao’s coat was still on the chair, the bedspread was neatly folded by Song Nanqiao, but there were faint traces left on the sheets.
Everything was just the way they had left it that day.
Unchanged.
She picked up Song Nanqiao’s coat, held it close to her, and took a deep breath, inhaling the lingering scent of Song Nanqiao.
The scent that intoxicated her.
At this moment, she seemed to be immersed once again in Song Nanqiao’s tender world, unwilling to leave for a long time.
Wen Wenyao covered herself with the coat, collapsed on Song Nanqiao’s bed like a limp rag, and greedily absorbed everything Song Nanqiao had left behind.
If only time could turn back, if she could return to that time, Wen Wenyao would abandon everything without hesitation, take Song Nanqiao away from here, and live a simple life in a third-tier city. It didn’t matter what they did, as long as they were together.
“I know I was wrong…”
“Can you, please, give her back to me?”
As if speaking to a deity, Wen Wenyao said in a low voice, with unprecedented sincerity in her tone.
After a long time.
No one responded.
Wen Wenyao thought for a moment, and it was true, there were no deities in this world, no one could bring Song Nanqiao back to her.
So she would have to go see her herself.
Wen Wenyao slowly stood up, walked toward the cabinet, and remembered that there was a fruit knife there.
Opening the cabinet, she took a closer look, and indeed, the knife was there. Without hesitation, Wen Wenyao picked up the fruit knife and walked into the bathroom.
The sheets were what Song Nanqiao had used, and apart from the bathroom, almost everything in this room had been touched by Song Nanqiao. She didn’t want to leave any unclean bloodstains on the things Song Nanqiao had left behind.
So she chose the bathroom…
Turning on the shower, the cold water dripped onto her hair, wetting her body. The transparent white shirt couldn’t hide the girl’s frail figure. It was too cold… Wen Wenyao shivered for a moment, then picked up the fruit knife next to her.
As if not feeling any pain, Wen Wenyao fiercely cut her wrist along the major artery. The fragile skin couldn’t withstand the sharp blade’s intrusion, and soon, a bloody trace appeared before her eyes, followed by a bright red stream of blood.
Strange colors on the white skin.
Slowly, the blood flowed down to the pale tiles. Wen Wenyao began to feel a little dizzy, and she leaned against the wall, closing her eyes.
She felt her strength being gradually drained from her body. Except for the traces of pain she could feel on her wrist, Wen Wenyao didn’t feel any other pain. Compared to losing Song Nanqiao, these were nothing.
Even if she were to be tortured a thousand times, it wouldn’t compare to the pain of losing Song Nanqiao. That feeling of having her heart ripped out was something Wen Wenyao didn’t dare to experience again.
Soon…
Soon, I will come to see you. Be patient and wait for me. I will come as soon as possible… I won’t make you wait for long.
You must wait for me.
I will come to see you soon…
