The atmosphere fell silent.
"As expected..." Yu Tang pinched his face and squeezed it into a goldfish mouth shape: "I knew why you asked me to grant you a request before, so this was what you were waiting for."
"I didn't..." Lu Qingyuan tried to argue, but Yu Tang grabbed his collar, pulled his head down, and kissed him.
Sunlight streams between the buildings, yet a shadowy space remains isolated.
Yu Tang kissed Lu Qingyuan forcefully, tearing open the collar of his holy robe and exploring, teasing Lu Qingyuan until his eyes turned red.
But then they bound the person's hands behind their back with black chains, making them unable to move.
"Tangtang... what are you doing?"
Yu Tang's slender fingers stroked his face, revealing his devilish little fangs, and he smiled as he said, "I won't let go of you until you tell the truth."
"Anyway, you treated me the same way when I was an angel. Now that our roles are reversed, I'll just settle the score with you."
In the evening, An Rong returned to the hospital with the letter Yang Qingzhou had written for her.
Yang Qingzhou followed An Rong the whole way after she got into the taxi.
He can't really figure out his feelings for An Rong right now.
Perhaps it started as just a naive crush. But now, the heartache outweighs any other feelings.
If he could materialize, he really wanted to gently embrace this girl who was almost crushed by the pressure and give her the strength to live.
Not daring to get too close to the intensive care unit, An Rong found a corner in the waiting room, unfolded the paper in her hand, and quietly read.
While it's called a letter, it's more accurately described as a love letter from Yang Qingzhou to An Rong.
Yang Qingzhou can play the guitar and sometimes writes children's songs as a hobby.
Unlike An Rong's monotonous life of studying all these years, Yang Qingzhou has had more opportunities to experience the beauty of the world.
However, during my high school years, I had already traveled across the mountains and rivers of China on my own, explored many famous historical sites, and learned about the local customs and culture of many places.
His lyrics are full of sunshine and happiness.
It also appeared in love letters.
My beloved girl, your eyes are as clear as a mountain spring. When you smile, even the little squirrels in the forest drop their fruit in fright. They run around telling you the news, bringing you the most beautiful mountain cherry blossoms as a blessing.
My beloved girl, if you look down, you'll see a squirrel with round, grape-like eyes, and he holds the most cherry blossoms in his hand.
Accept it, accept it, it's a boy's shy love...
Tears soaked the paper, An Rong's lips trembled as she read the last paragraph of the love letter.
An Rong, I'm bad with words and don't know you well enough.
But I'm confident that I can give you time to see my true feelings.
So, could you give me a chance to get closer to you?
Yang Qingzhou.
Chapter 15
The villain is resurrected for the fifth time (15)
Because of her family situation, An Rong never dreamed about her future; all she saw was the negative side.
They don't believe in love at all.
Her father used to love her mother so much, but after getting married and achieving some success, he found a gentle, considerate, and younger woman and had an affair during their marriage.
Since Wang Shaojuan and An Luguo divorced, An Luguo has never greeted them, even if he runs into them.
She knew because An Luguo and that woman had a boy, an excellent and intelligent boy.
An Luguo's parents, who are her grandparents, have a strong preference for sons over daughters.
So her grandparents didn't like her, and neither did An Luguo.
An Rong also remembered the period right after An Luguo and Wang Shaojuan divorced. She missed An Luguo, so she went to find her father.
An Luguo didn't even get out of the car. He just rolled down the window, gave her a card, and told An Rong to go home quickly so that her current boyfriend wouldn't see it.
An Rong remembers hearing Wang Shaojuan recount how An Luguo pursued her and how sweet their romance was back in college when she was very young.
Wang Shaojuan had a bad temper, so An Luguo tried every means to coax her.
But later, An Luguo gave all that tenderness to another woman.
She was even relieved that Wang Shaojuan had won custody of An Rong and that she was free from the extremely controlling Wang Shaojuan.
So, An Rong later realized that love is the most unreliable thing.
The true love depicted in novels and idol dramas does not exist in this world.
But now...
Clutching the paper in her hand, An Rong read the words Yang Qingzhou had written for her over and over again.
She burst into tears.
It's as if a gap has finally been opened in the once closed and dark inner world, letting in a faint ray of light.
But the light brought her not only warmth, but also pain and self-blame.
Yang Qingzhou is the best boy in the world.
She was fortunate enough to receive this boy's favor.
But it indirectly caused the other party's death.
She's really... terrible...
Thinking this, An Rong put her feet on the chair, buried her face in her knees, and curled up. People passing by would only glance at her briefly, feel a little strange, and then hurry away.
Yang Qingzhou sat quietly beside An Rong, keeping her company.
When he looked up and saw someone, his mouth dropped open slightly.
"mom……"
It's Liu Wanmei.
The woman couldn't see Yang Qingzhou; her gaze was fixed on An Rong and the piece of paper in the other person's hand.
She didn't say anything, but simply reached out and gently took the paper.
An Rong sensed the movement, looked up, and was about to pull her hand back when she saw it was Liu Wanmei, so she quickly let go.
Her dark pupils trembled, and the disheveled girl quickly stood up: "Aunt Liu, I'll leave now. I won't bother Yang Qingzhou. I'm so sorry you had to see me."
She hastily retreated, trying to leave, but Liu Wanmei grabbed her wrist.
"Sit down for a while." The woman was pale, with severe dark circles under her eyes, and her hair was messy; she wasn't much better off than An Rong.
She sat down next to An Rong and gestured for An Rong to sit down as well.
An Rong found it hard to believe that Liu Wanmei hadn't scolded her anymore.
But he still obediently sat down one seat away from Liu Wanmei, and tried his best to wipe away his tears, sitting upright and waiting for Liu Wanmei to speak.
“This is my son’s handwriting.” When Liu Wanmei mentioned Yang Qingzhou, a warm light flickered in her eyes.
She read every word on the paper, one by one, and thought about many things.
He took out a handkerchief and wiped his eyes, but did not scold Yang Qingzhou for having fallen in love with a girl in high school.
There were no harsh words like accusing An Rong of seducing her son.
She whispered, "My beloved girl..."
Then, shaking his head and laughing, he said, "These cheesy words are just like his father's style back in the day."
An Rong was stunned when she saw Liu Wanmei smile.
Liu Wanmei ran her fingers over the writing on the paper and said, "Actually, Qingzhou mentioned you to me."
"He has many friends, but most of them are boys. And you are the only girl he has ever mentioned."
"That kid said you're a good student, very helpful, and that you've helped him a lot with his studies."
“I knew then that he had feelings for you.”
After marrying Yang Zhiping, Liu Wanmei became a full-time housewife. She would occasionally learn flower arranging, do yoga, and write manuscripts to submit to publishing houses to earn some royalties.
She lived a carefree life and didn't keep a close eye on Yang Qingzhou.
Therefore, Yang Qingzhou was willing to talk to her about anything.
This time, her son saved An Rong and suffered such serious injuries. Even if she is very composed, it would be difficult for her to remain calm.
Seeing Wang Shaojuan's attitude only fueled her anger and distress, to the point that she also attacked An Rong.
Yang Zhiping tried to persuade her for a long time.
Her emotions gradually calmed down.
Then they saw An Rong, who was afraid to approach them, but refused to leave, and kept hiding in the corner crying like this.
As a woman and a mother, Liu Wanmei felt somewhat guilty.
So I thought I'd come over and take a look.
As a result, they saw the love letter written by Yang Qingzhou in An Rong's hand.
Then I thought of Yang Qingzhou's expression when he mentioned An Rong; he was very naive, but his eyes were shining.
"I apologize for hitting you today." Liu Wanmei's voice was still a little hoarse. She continued, "I've already heard from the police that my son fell down the stairs because he didn't protect himself properly when he was saving you."
I know Qingzhou; he definitely rushed to save you without thinking.
"Although the ending was not perfect, his starting point was absolutely correct."
“I am proud of my son’s courage.”
The woman's eyes glistened with tears as she continued, "Therefore, I cannot destroy the kindness of Qingzhou."
“He saved you, but I vented all my malice on you. It was wrong of me, as an adult, to do that.”
After saying that, she gently took An Rong's hand and asked her, "Can you forgive your aunt?"