PNB Chapter 145 Heartbreaking
Chapter 145 Heartbreaking
Lin Xuan had just stepped out of the carved door of the villa, his fingertips still lingering on the coolness of the door handle, when his steps suddenly stopped as if being pulled by an invisible force.
He looked up at the raging wind and rain outside the door, his brows furrowed, as if he was weighing something. In the end, he shook his head helplessly, turned around and went back into the warm room.
Tonight, Ye Wanqing's aura seemed to be shrouded in an invisible haze, and the unusual feeling was difficult to grasp.
Lin Xuan walked up the winding stairs. He stopped outside Ye Wanqing's room and tapped lightly on the wooden door with his fingertips. The sound was particularly clear in the quiet corridor.
However, all he received in response was dead silence.
He licked his lips, which were slightly dry due to nervousness, and tried to call again: "Ye Wanqing, are you in there?"
The corridor remained suffocatingly quiet, and there was no response from the room.
Lin Xuan hesitated for a moment, but finally placed his hand on the doorknob and turned it gently. The door opened silently. The room was completely dark, as if even the light had been swallowed up.
Has Ye Wanqing gone to bed?
Lin Xuan involuntarily took a step back and was about to close the door when an idea flashed through his mind. He suddenly pushed the door open and fumbled to turn on the light in the room.
Ye Wanqing was not in the room. She was standing on the edge of the balcony. The night wind blew her long hair mercilessly, and her clothes fluttered in the wind, like a sad and beautiful painting.
Seeing this, Lin Xuan's heart tightened, and he hurriedly strode over and pulled her back from the edge of danger.
"What are you doing?"
He asked anxiously, the thrilling scene of Ye Wanqing standing on the edge of the balcony just now kept echoing in his mind, and his heart was filled with fear and anxiety.
Ye Wanqing, who was suddenly pulled back, seemed a little dazed. She slowly raised her head and looked at Lin Xuan with empty eyes. After a long time, she spoke with difficulty:
"I...can't sleep."
"You couldn't sleep, so you ran to the balcony to get some fresh air?"
There was a hint of blame in Lin Xuan's tone. He loosened his hand, and his fingertips touched her cold wrist, anger and heartache intertwined in his heart.
Ye Wanqing pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.
The wind on the second floor was bitingly cold, and Lin Xuan found it unbearable after standing there for just a moment.
He looked at the thin silk pajamas on Ye Wanqing, and his worry grew stronger. He no longer hesitated, grabbed her arm, and forcibly pulled her back into the house.
Ye Wanqing unexpectedly did not resist, but just stared at his profile quietly.
Just as the two were about to step into the room, she suddenly spoke in a low and strange voice:
"Have you ever... killed anyone?"
This question was like a bolt from the blue, catching Lin Xuan off guard.
He turned around suddenly and looked at her with a sharp gaze: "What happened to you tonight?"
Ye Wanqing seemed not to hear his question. She just stared at him straight, a faint smile on her lips, and said softly:
"I... have killed people."
Her eyes were filled with unprecedented seriousness, without a trace of joking.
Lin Xuan's heart sank suddenly, and countless possibilities flashed through his mind: "Are you talking about...Su Junyan?"
Ye Wanqing's body trembled slightly, her eyes quickly turned red, tears welled up in her eyes: "You also know about this?"
Her voice was as thin as a mosquito, but it reached Lin Xuan's ears clearly.
As soon as she finished speaking, her tears began to fall like beads from a broken string, her despair and helplessness were evident.
She looked at Lin Xuan helplessly, her hands hanging down weakly, and finally squatted down weakly:
"I really didn't mean to...I really didn't mean to hurt him."
Lin Xuan had never seen Ye Wanqing so vulnerable. She seemed to have let down all her defenses, revealing the softest part of her heart.
She is such a person that people can't help but want to protect and comfort her.
He lightly picked up the soft sweater beside him, slowly bent down, and gently draped it over Ye Wanqing's shoulders. His voice was low and firm:
"I believe that was never your intention."
Lin Xuan did not delve into the tragedy of Su Junyan. Zhao Yu's previous investigation results simply characterized it as an unforeseen accident.
Yes, it was a disaster that no one could have predicted.
In this era of rule of law, if Ye Wanqing was really charged with murder, she would never be able to sit in front of him so calmly.
Compared to the shocking word "murder" from Ye Wanqing's mouth, Lin Xuan was more worried about her current mental state.
Ye Wanqing remained silent, tears falling silently like pearls from a broken string, soaking Lin Xuan's sleeves.
Her crying was so suppressed that if it weren't for the ever-expanding tear stains, Lin Xuan wouldn't even notice her sadness.
After hesitating for a moment, Lin Xuan finally gently embraced her in his arms, keeping an appropriate distance, fearing that his actions would make her feel uncomfortable.
Ye Wanqing was immersed in pain. Every time she closed her eyes, she could clearly see Su Junyan's desperate figure struggling in the raging fire.
If she had not broken his phone in a fit of rage that day, perhaps he would have been able to call for help in time instead of being trapped in that sea of fire, consumed by endless pain and flames.
Zhang Duoer's words echoed in her ears like a spell. She regarded herself as the murderer and believed that her negligence was the direct cause of Su Junyan's death!
She couldn't forgive herself and felt that she should bear this sin forever and atone in darkness!
The room was so quiet that only Ye Wanqing's faint breathing and Lin Xuan's heartbeat could be heard.
They sat on the ground like this for a long time, and Lin Xuan's arms began to ache from the long hug.
Just as Lin Xuan was about to speak to break the silence, Ye Wanqing suddenly raised her head, her hollow eyes filled with endless sorrow, and she whispered:
"I'm sorry for making you see me in such a mess."
Her voice was tearful, her eyes were red and swollen, her face was tear-stained, and a few strands of messy hair stuck to her cheeks. She looked haggard and helpless.
Lin Xuan looked at her, his throat a little dry, and asked softly, "Would you like something to drink?"
She nodded slightly and tried to stand up on her own, but her legs were weak from squatting for so long that she almost fell.
Lin Xuan quickly supported her and said gently, "Don't worry, your legs are numb."
In fact, his legs had already become numb.
After crying, Ye Wanqing's mood stabilized a lot, and the heaviness in her heart was relieved a lot.
She looked at Lin Xuan, and felt a little embarrassed when she thought that he had seen all her misbehavior tonight.
Just now, she was so immersed in sadness that she didn't notice the numbness in her legs.
Now that she had calmed down a bit, Ye Wanqing gradually felt the discomfort in her legs. But she didn't dare to move around anymore, for fear of losing her balance and falling again.
After a while, Lin Xuan was the first to return to normal. He slowly stood up, holding onto the floor, and then extended his hand to Ye Wanqing:
"Come sit on the sofa for a while."
Ye Wanqing held his hand, stood up with his help, staggered to the sofa and sat down.
Lin Xuan glanced at the messy ground and said softly, "I'll go get you a glass of water."
After saying that, he turned and left the room.
Ye Wanqing shivered and felt a little cold.
She walked to the bed and pulled the soft quilt over herself.
After lying down for just two seconds, she thought of the tear marks on her face and the messy hair, and she struggled to get out of bed again and went into the bathroom to wash up simply.
When Lin Xuan came back with a cup of water, Ye Wanqing had already finished washing up and was sitting on the bed wrapped in a quilt.
He handed her the glass of water and asked softly, "Feeling better?"
Ye Wanqing took the cup, took a sip of the warm water, and felt her throat and heart warm up a lot.
She glanced at Lin Xuan gratefully and said softly, "I'm much better now."
"Yeah." Lin Xuan responded, "Although I don't know what happened exactly, let the past be the past. Blaming yourself blindly will do you no good."
"Thank you." She said softly, "I will try my best to get over it."
Lin Xuan looked at his watch and found that it was almost four in the morning: "It's almost four o'clock, you should go to bed early. I'll stay in the guest room for the night. Call me if you need anything."
"Okay." Ye Wanqing agreed softly.
Lin Xuan looked at her deeply again, then turned around, closed the door, and quietly left the room.