novelraw Chapter 0136 The Deathly Silence in His Eyes
Chapter 0136 The Deathly Silence in His Eyes
dusk.
The last rays of the setting sun pierced through the gaps in the heavy curtains, casting a dark red shadow in the dimly lit bedroom.
It's like a wound that hasn't healed yet.
Wen Ning woke up.
She did not open her eyes immediately.
My body felt heavy, as if I had just completed a long journey that had exhausted all my vitality.
Those newly resurrected memories weighed heavily on my nerves.
Heavy rain, Parisian snow, and Jiang Ci's scarlet eyes, filled with hatred.
All the puzzle pieces are now complete.
The past and the present are finally seamlessly joined together.
She slowly opened her eyes.
The vision went from blurry to clear.
The first thing that catches the eye is the motionless figure beside the bed.
Jiang Ci.
He sat on the carpet, his upper body leaning over the edge of the bed.
I was so close to her, yet I dared not touch her.
His face was even paler than before he fell into a coma, the dark circles under his eyes were frighteningly deep, and the stubble on his chin made him look decadent and disheveled.
Those eyes, which were once full of control and aggression, were now bloodshot and filled with cautious panic.
I saw her open her eyes.
Jiang Ci's body trembled violently.
"Ningning..."
His voice was hoarse, as if it had been smoked, with a hint of hesitation and a slight tremor.
"woke up?"
"Where does it hurt? Do you have a headache? I'll go call the doctor..."
He stretched out his hand.
I wanted to touch her forehead.
That was subconscious concern, an instinct ingrained in one's bones.
but.
Just as his fingertips were about to touch her skin.
Wen Ning's eyes moved slightly.
Her gaze fell on his face.
Jiang Ci's hand froze in mid-air.
What kind of look was that?
There was no longer the confusion one feels upon waking.
There was no excitement after regaining my memories.
There was no fear or timidity like one would experience with amnesia.
There wasn't even... hatred.
In those eyes.
There was only a bottomless, utterly still silence.
It looks like a dry well.
Or it could be a wasteland reduced to ashes after being burned by a great fire.
It exudes a weariness that comes from having experienced many hardships.
Jiang Ci's heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an icy hand.
That look in his eyes terrified him more than when she cried, made a scene, or scolded him.
"Ningning..."
He withdrew his hand, not daring to touch her.
He could only grip the bed sheet tightly, his knuckles turning white.
"You remembered, didn't you?"
he asks.
The sound was as soft as a breeze.
Wen Ning remained silent.
She just watched him quietly.
Looking at the man she had loved for two lifetimes and risked her life to win back.
Looking at this man... who, for the past month, has imprisoned, tormented, and humiliated her like a caged bird.
Do you love me?
Love.
The thought of sacrificing himself to save him is still etched into his bones.
Do you hate it?
I can't bring myself to hate him.
Because she knew that he had become like this because of her "betrayal" years ago. He was the victim.
but.
The pain is real.
The marks on her wrists are real.
The nausea I felt when forced to eat bitter melon was real.
The despair of being stripped of dignity and treated like a pet is also real.
too tired.
I'm so tired.
She spent three years wandering and atoning for her sins.
I'm finally back.
But then they fell into another abyss called "revenge".
Love and hurt are intertwined.
It turned into a giant net, suffocating her, making her want to escape, to close her eyes, to see nothing, to think nothing.
Wen Ning blinked.
My eyes are dry, but I can't cry.
"Jiang Ci."
She spoke.
The voice was very soft and hoarse, as if it were drifting from a very far place.
I'm tired.
There are only three words.
There were no accusations, no questions.
It's just stating a fact.
Jiang Ci's pupils contracted sharply.
"tired……?"
"Um."
Wen Ning looked away.
I no longer look into his eyes, which are filled with pain and regret.
She didn't want to see it.
I don't want to figure out what his current expression means.
Is it guilt after learning the truth? Or is it yet another test?
She didn't want to guess anymore.
She was really tired.
It felt as if my soul had been drained.
Wen Ning slowly turned over.
He had his back to Jiang Ci.
I curled up inside the blanket.
All that was left for him was a thin, indifferent back.
"Don't bother me."
Her voice was muffled by the blanket.
With a kind of resolute despair.
"I'm sleepy."
The room fell into dead silence.
Jiang Ci knelt down beside the bed.
Looking at that retreating figure that refused to communicate.
His hand trembled as he reached out into the air, wanting to hug her, to tell her "I'm sorry," to tell her "I understand."
but.
The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them all back with "I'm tired."
She is tired.
She was driven to exhaustion by him.
He was the one who turned that girl, whose eyes were full of light, into the lifeless girl she is now.
What right does he have to ask for forgiveness?
What right does he have to bother her?
Jiang Ci's fingers curled up.
finally.
It slowly and limply drooped down.
"it is good."
He heard the sound of his own body breaking echo in the dimly lit room.
I won't bother you.
"Go to sleep."
He did not leave.
He knelt on the carpet, guarding her bedside.
Like a sinner guarding a flickering candle in the wind.
He even breathed very softly, afraid of disturbing her peace at that moment.
just.
Tears streamed silently down his cheeks.
It dripped onto the carpet.
An irreparable regret spread.