Teacher Wen doesn't usually like to interact with people, and she repeatedly told Xiao Yang not to tell A Luo or anyone else about this.
Xiao Yang knew Wen Yuhan's personality; the more vulnerable she was, the less she wanted others to see it, so she could only nod in agreement.
Looking at the still-dripping wet clothes on the balcony, Xiao Yang finally sighed, went over and locked the door, then secretly hid all the blunt and sharp objects he thought were dangerous in the room before hesitantly leaving the ward.
As he passed Pei Shaocheng, he steadied himself, stopped, and said coldly to Pei Shaocheng, "Mr. Pei, you should know that Teacher Wen is not in good condition right now and can't withstand any more torment."
Pei Shaocheng kept his head down, it was unclear whether he had heard what he said.
Xiao Yang took a deep breath and was about to speak again when he heard Pei Shaocheng say in a low voice, "I won't do anything to him."
"That's for the best."
After speaking, Xiao Yang glanced at Pei Shaocheng several times with concern before quickening her pace to leave the hospital, hoping to return as soon as possible.
The clock on the wall pointed to 2:30 a.m., and a rumbling sound of water flowing from the heating pipes could be heard.
Wen Yuhan had been sleeping restlessly, with many fragmented images flashing through her mind in a disordered manner.
Even though he had taken the maximum dose of tranquilizers before bed, it still didn't work very well.
In his hazy state, he felt someone sit by the bed and gently tuck the blanket around him.
Wen Yuhan initially thought it was Xiao Yang, so she let the other person do as they pleased without opening her eyes.
He only snapped back to reality when the other person gently lifted his wrist and pressed two warm, soft lips against the bandage wrapped around his wound. His body trembled as he pulled his hand back.
In the darkness, he met those deep, dark eyes.
Wen Yuhan was slightly taken aback, realizing that it had been a long time since she had seen Pei Shaocheng up close.
The other person had lost several sizes compared to before, and their once firm and sturdy figure had become thin.
His back was hunched forward, his eye sockets were sunken, and a layer of gray gloom could not be hidden in his eyes.
Pei Shaocheng stared intently at the hand that Wen Yuhan had pulled back, which was covered with numerous tiny needle marks from the needle.
Wen Yuhan's skin is prone to leaving marks, and some areas have turned bluish-purple after being repeatedly pierced.
Today, he watched through the glass of the ward door as the nurses carefully removed the bandages from the patient's wrist, disinfecting and applying medication.
When that hideous wound was exposed before Pei Shaocheng's eyes, his heart felt as if it were being gnawed by thousands of insects, and he could hardly breathe from the pain.
Pei Shaocheng gripped his knees so tightly that he almost crushed his kneecaps.
When he opened his mouth, his voice was already hoarse and raspy.
"Does it hurt...?"
Wen Yuhan didn't reply, silently turning her head to the side, her emotions unreadable.
"Are you thirsty? I'll get you some water."
Pei Shaocheng stood up, supporting himself on his knees, and walked to the table to get a cup to pour water for Wen Yuhan. Then he carefully returned to help Wen Yuhan up.
Wen Yuhan shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips: "I'm sorry, I broke my promise again and tried to run away." He paused, "But it seems that God hasn't let me off the hook either; He's still on your side."
Pei Shaocheng's hand holding the water glass trembled, splashing some water onto Wen Yuhan.
He hurriedly grabbed a piece of paper from the side and frantically wiped it, muttering apologies in a dreamlike voice.
Finally, she frowned, closed her eyes tightly, and pressed her head against Wen Yuhan's chest, clutching Wen Yuhan's clothes as if grasping at the last straw.
Suppressed, heavy breathing, like that of a wild beast caught in a hunter's trap, echoed in the ward, while scalding water gradually seeped onto Wen Yuhan's front.
Wen Yuhan sat blankly on the bed, letting the intermittent sobs on her chest gradually merge into a hoarse groan.
Pei Shaocheng cried like a child who had lost his favorite toy. All his regret and fear erupted the moment he touched Wen Yuhan again.
He cried and kept apologizing, saying, "I was wrong, I was wrong..."
The words eventually became nothing more than breathy whispers.
"How could you endure this for so many years... How could you endure this for so many years..." Pei Shaocheng buried his face in Wen Yuhan's chest, wishing he could grind his teeth to dust, "You knew everything, you knew but couldn't say anything... And I still treated you like that..."
Wen Yuhan's calm pupils narrowed slightly: "You know."
All he received in return was Pei Shaocheng's repeated apologies.
Wen Yuhan's eyes trembled. After a moment, his tense body gradually relaxed, and his gaze softened.
"I slept for a very long time..."
He sighed softly and said slowly, "All my worries left me in my dream, it felt so good. You know, it's been a very, very long time since I've slept so soundly."
Pei Shaocheng raised his head and gazed at Wen Yuhan's serene face. A strong sense of unease rose in his heart again, and he instinctively gripped the fabric of her chest even tighter.
"I felt a little lost after waking up, and even longed to go back to that state and continue sleeping." Wen Yuhan looked down at Pei Shaocheng and said softly, "Do you know what it feels like to have died once? After waking up, I understood a lot of things. No matter how much I held a grudge in the past, it doesn't seem so important now."
Pei Shaocheng's breathing became heavy, and he instinctively felt that what the other party was about to say might be unacceptable to him.
He pulled Wen Yuhan into a tight embrace, his voice trembling as he said, "Xiaohan, let's start over... You love me, you couldn't bear to leave me, that's why you came back, you're back by my side... Don't worry, I will help you get back what is rightfully yours! Liu Zhengju, Han Shu, and Mao Zichao, I will make them pay the price!"
Wen Yuhan let Pei Shaocheng hold him, and smiled slightly upon hearing this: "You still don't understand what I mean. I said, none of these things matter anymore. Wen Yuhan died this winter, along with all his anger, weariness, obsession, longing, and resentment towards this world, all vanished into thin air..."
"Including...me?" Pei Shaocheng looked up and asked in a hoarse voice.
Wen Yuhan paused for a moment, then said, "Including."
"Why should I!" Pei Shaocheng interrupted loudly, unable to control himself. "You still love me! Why can't we start over... I know you're emotionally unstable right now, and you haven't thought things through yet! I... I'll give you time..."
He shook his head nervously, trying to convince himself, "I know, you're afraid I'll act impulsively and go straight to Liu Zhengju, aren't you? You're afraid of ruining my future, you always have been... I promise you, I won't act rashly!"
Seeing that Wen Yuhan remained silent, Pei Shaocheng fearfully gripped Wen Yuhan's shoulders, forcing him to meet his eyes:
"Please talk to me, Xiaohan... Or is it that you still won't forgive me? Are you still angry with me... It must be, I can't forgive myself either..."
He suddenly grabbed Wen Yuhan's hand and said earnestly, "How about I find you a knife and you cut my tendons, hmm? Or you can cut wherever you want... Oh right, you don't like the smell of blood... It's okay, I can do it myself..."
"Pei Shaocheng!!"
The ward door was suddenly pushed open from the outside. Xiao Yang threw down the change of clothes she was holding and angrily rushed towards Pei Shaocheng, yelling:
"I fucking told you that the teacher can't be subjected to any stress right now!! Are you fucking deaf?!"
Xiao Yang threw a punch and then bent his knee to strike Pei Shaocheng's abdomen.
Pei Shaocheng grunted, but didn't move. He straightened his back, looked at Wen Yuhan, and grinned at him.
“Wen Yuhan, you are not as carefree as you say you are... in the past and now.”
"Pei Shaocheng! Shut the fuck up!" Xiao Yang said, about to strike again.
Pei Shaocheng grabbed Xiao Yang's wrist and twisted it behind his back, staring intently at Wen Yuhan, uttering each word with utmost care:
“I will win you back... Wen Yuhan, you are mine.”
forever.
...
A note from the author:
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 58
After leaving the hospital, Pei Shaocheng did not return to his villa in Xishan, but drove directly back to Tiansheng in the city.
He has been living here all this time.
Aunt Feng was recently fired by Pei Shaocheng. She originally wanted to play the emotional card and say something about how she had been loyal to him for many years.
But when she saw Pei Shaocheng's gloomy expression, she was so stunned that she didn't dare to say a word and could only slink away.
At this point, Pei Shaocheng was the only one left in the villas in Xishan.
Standing in the empty house, he felt panic for the first time.
He locked himself in his study and smoked all night, afraid to close his eyes, because if he did, he would see blood everywhere in the house, and Wen Yuhan lying motionless in the red bathtub with a shocking wound on his wrist.
In the gap under the bathroom sink, Pei Shaocheng also found the card that read "Always by your side," and a murderous intent flashed in his cold eyes.
He called the florist directly, asking him to immediately check who delivered the flowers to Wen Yuhan that day and who had tampered with the card during that time.
Pei Shaocheng frowned as he looked at the smiley face drawn on the card.
The night before Wen Yuhan committed suicide, he did mention dandelions to me, but I didn't think much of it at the time.
Wen Yuhan had an accident after receiving the flowers. Could it be that the dandelion held some other special meaning for him?
Who exactly did he mention this to besides himself?
"Always by your side..."
Pei Shaocheng murmured softly, his eyes suddenly darkening.
If the dandelion was originally a secret of Wen Yuhan that no one knew, but it was discovered, then the phrase "always by your side" seems like a greeting, but in reality it is a blatant provocation, like a curse reminding Wen Yuhan that the other party is watching him and controlling everything about him at all times.
Pei Shaocheng felt a chill run down his spine and smashed the wine bottle he was holding onto the floor.
The wine splashed everywhere, and his expression, reflected in the mirror, was terrifyingly sinister.
Han Shu is currently not in the country; someone else is helping him carry out all of this!
Liu Zhengju was in a high position and could not act easily. Although Mao Zichao had interacted with Wen Yuhan during their student days, they had not seen each other for many years. Judging from his previous actions, he had only been investigating old cases, so he probably didn't know Wen Yuhan very well.
Unless... this person is an acquaintance.
Meow—
Hearing the door open, a fluffy little creature jumped off the sofa. It yawned, circled around Pei Shaocheng's trouser leg again and again, hooking its tail around his leg.
Pei Shaocheng snapped out of his daze and turned on the room light.
The little creature squinted under the bright light, meowing loudly as it complained that Pei Shaocheng had come back late and hadn't had time to scoop its litter box or put out its food.
Pei Shaocheng's gaze softened when he saw Xiaomi. He squatted down, scratched its chin, and said softly in a comforting tone, "Sorry, I just went to the hospital to see him."
The little cat felt very comfortable being scratched, and tilted its head back, making a "gurgling" sound.
Pei Shaocheng rubbed its head again: "Are you hungry? Wait a moment, I'll cook for you right away."
After he finished speaking, he stood up and changed Xiaomi's cat litter first, then washed his hands and took some frozen salmon and eggs from the refrigerator before going into the kitchen.