dognovel Chapter 137 Arrogant Second-Generation Prodigy (Gong) VS Humble, Sensitive, and Invisible (Shou) [75
Chapter 137 Arrogant Second-Generation Prodigy (Gong) VS Humble, Sensitive, and Invisible (Shou) [75
Even when the physical and mental discomfort had reached its limit, Lu Xingye still refused to let go.
They were unwilling to let go of the other person, nor were they willing to let go of themselves easily.
Every word he uttered in his resentment would, in that instant, transform a hundredfold, a thousandfold, into a boomerang, piercing him.
But Lu Xingye didn't care. He seemed to feel no pain. Only the tears that slid down his face showed a trace of his suffering.
Jiang Xiyu saw the damp mark clearly.
He was shocked and trembled as he got up to wipe away Lu Xingye's tears.
Lu Xingye pushed his hand away.
Jiang Xiyu stood there helplessly, her figure almost blurred by the light streaming in from the window.
He couldn't describe his feelings at that moment, and could only sob in a delirious voice, "No, don't cry, don't cry..."
Jiang Xiyu's mind raced with countless solutions to prevent Lu Xingye from crying, but he couldn't find any or grasp any of them. In desperation, he took two steps back and distanced himself from Lu Xingye.
He suddenly remembered what Lu Xingye had said: that he felt disgusted.
The more Jiang Xiyu thought about it, the clearer the feeling of her heart being strangled last night became.
He was in so much pain he almost lost his footing, and all he could think of was that Lu Xingye was disgusting him.
That illness made Lu Xingye feel disgusted with himself, so he absolutely could not accept the words he had just said to express his feelings.
What should I do? How can I make Lu Xingye stop disliking me so much?
What can be done to stop him from crying?
Jiang Xiyu's thoughts were in complete disarray, and in the end he told himself he couldn't say anything more.
He had to leave, he had to leave this place now. Only when he left could Lu Xingye stop crying.
He's leaving.
This repeated, flawed reasoning completely overwhelmed Jiang Xiyu. He frantically walked towards the door, saying as he went, "I... I'll leave now. Don't be sad, don't cry, don't cry..."
Even though every step was difficult, Jiang Xiyu ran towards the door as if she were fleeing.
Jiang Xiyu's only thought right now is to hide.
If he can't wipe away Lu Xingye's tears, then he should hide away and not become the reason for Lu Xingye's tears.
The first time he saw Lu Xingye cry, he was the one who couldn't bear to see Lu Xingye cry, but in the end, he made Lu Xingye shed tears.
Jiang Xiyu's heart was scalded by those tears, and without the supply of blood, his limbs and bones seemed to be stiffening, so his back view appeared so messy and broken.
This scene, as seen by Lu Xingye, suddenly overlapped with the most terrifying memories deep within his mind.
This was the very back view he least wanted to see.
Lu Xingye stared blankly, his pupils shrinking to almost a point, before being shattered once again by Jiang Xiyu's hasty retreat.
After Jiang Xiyu left, during the days he was forced to undergo treatment, Lu Xingye would always have such nightmares, and in those nightmares there was always only this one figure from behind.
Upon waking, he would be completely enveloped by that excruciating pain and suffocation.
Lu Xingye couldn't help but think about it, nor could he control himself.
The doctor gave him sedatives many times.
He doesn't remember how many times he hit her, and he couldn't sleep well. He only knows that later on, he rarely had any clear-headed time to think about Jiang Xiyu.
But he still remembers that one scene from the surveillance footage very clearly, the departing figure.
They disappeared from his sight and from his world without a sound.
Lu Xingye instinctively raised his hand to cover his face, his cheeks were wet, and his palms were trembling from the heat. Why was it so hot this time? It was so hot that he couldn't stop the tears from welling up in his eyes.
The sound of the door closing immediately followed, as if waking him up.
Lu Xingye stared coldly at the doorway with red eyes, saying nothing.
In a daze, a voice appeared in his ear.
It was the tone Jiang Xiyu used to love speaking to him, gentle, almost like she was pleading, as she said, "Brother Xingye, don't be angry..."
"Xingye-ge, don't cry..."
At this moment, the sound was not far away and kept repeating outside.
Lu Xingye's gaze was fixed on that door.
He choked for a few seconds, then, as if suddenly given a chance to breathe, he struggled to get out of bed and stumbled toward the door.
Jiang Xiyu stood guard outside the door and didn't tell him to stop crying.
He lowered his head and remained silent for a moment, then called Lu Xingye's name again and said, "I'm sorry."
Just as Jiang Xiyu was about to slide down the door because she couldn't bear it anymore, the door was suddenly opened from the inside.
Lu Xingye stood there, his hair obscuring his eyes, making it impossible to discern the expression in them.
Jiang Xiyu's back stopped abruptly. Before he could turn around, he felt his wrist being gripped tightly, painfully.
A strong force then pulled him inside.
The door slammed shut, as if the furniture in the room trembled.
Before Jiang Xiyu could react, her back slammed heavily against the wall.
The bedroom became very quiet, with only heavy breathing in my ears.
Jiang Xiyu's glasses fell off his nose, blurring his vision so he couldn't quite make out Lu Xingye's expression until his chin was coldly lifted.
He saw Lu Xingye suddenly give a strange smile, a smile that was both faint and odd.
The moment their eyes met, a shadow fell over Jiang Xiyu's vision.
Lu Xingye lowered his head and fiercely captured his lips.
With the back of her head firmly held, Jiang Xiyu was forced to tilt her head back and try her best to get closer to him.
As if trying to prove something, the force grew heavier and heavier, and Jiang Xiyu felt as if his bones were about to be crushed by the other party.
The tears were bitter, spreading with the stench of blood.
Jiang Xiyu sensed it, so he thought Lu Xingye must feel very wronged and also very upset with him.
Three minutes later, the heat that had occupied Jiang Xiyu's senses finally disappeared.
Before Jiang Xiyu could even breathe, Lu Xingye's slender fingers enveloped his throat, and with a slight force, took away his last breath.
Lu Xingye grabbed his neck, forcing him to look into his eyes.
The expression in his eyes was no longer calm; it contained anger and sadness, as did his tone.
"You're trying to lie to me again."
Jiang Xiyu was unable to speak, her face flushed, and she could only manage a hoarse sound squeezed out of her throat.
His eyes were red at the corners, and his long eyelashes trembled pitifully, making him look innocent and frail.
But Lu Xingye knew that he was extremely ruthless.
Even with his ruthless heart, he still couldn't bring himself to do it.
Lu Xingye loosened his grip a little, but didn't completely let go.
This small amount of strength became the sole support for Jiang Xiyu's body.
He kept coughing, and his glasses fell to the ground, revealing the damp stains even more clearly.
Lu Xingye stared at Jiang Xiyu's bloodshot eyes. After a few seconds, he coldly lowered his eyelids, and a bitter feeling welled up up again without restraint.