He heard his own toneless voice, a low growl suppressing his anger.
"Who allowed you in? You're not welcome here."
The moment he entered the ward, he saw Shen Yue so close to Bai Qingzhen, her fingers even touching the oxygen mask on Bai Qingzhen's face, as if she would unceremoniously pull it off any second. At that moment, Song Yan didn't think much, only pushing Shen Yue away as quickly as possible.
Of course, he didn't believe Shen Yue was simply visiting Bai Qingzhen. After all, Shen Yue wished Bai Qingzhen dead; she had said it herself.
Song Yan's face was grim, but he saw the young woman merely blink in confusion.
The girl had lost a lot of weight. She wore a black sweater, revealing a slender, fair neck from the collar, making her look somewhat frail.
She was already thin, and now she appeared even more gaunt and bony.
Her eyelashes drooped. Shen Yue didn't understand why Song Yan always linked her actions with such extreme assumptions.
Merely touching Bai Qingzhen had made Song Yan so tense, so angry, as if he were afraid she would harm Bai Qingzhen in the slightest.
She wasn't that bad.
She didn't really want Bai Qingzhen to die.
It was just jealousy, envy that Bai Qingzhen had so many people who loved her.
Tugging at her black sweater, Shen Yue said indifferently, "I just came to see. After all, Bai Qingzhen ended up like this because of me."
Song Yan, who had rushed over from outside, still carried a chill. The soft line of his jaw tightened, his eyes shooting forth with anger.
"Then what were you doing just now?"
People bustled to and fro in the corridor, glancing over occasionally.
Shen Yue looked at him quietly. Her dark, moist eyes were clear and dewy, her eyelashes thick and long, her eyelids slightly lowered, revealing a indifferent expression.
She retorted, "What do you think I was doing?"
To Song Yan, the answer no longer mattered. Because no matter how Shen Yue explained, he saw it as a sophistry. In his heart, he had already decided Shen Yue was that kind of vicious and ruthless person, so he didn't dare to say anything more; it was all useless.
Hearing Shen Yue's words was like an implicit confirmation of his thoughts. The anger in his eyes intensified. He looked down at the girl coldly, his gaze sharp, even his breath carrying his rage.
Shen Yue remained unmoved.
"Get out."
He pointed towards the outside with his finger.
Shen Yue's eyes shifted. Her dark pupils were like the pitch-black of late night, devoid of life, devoid of emotion.
A burning pain shot through her lower back; it must have bruised.
Seeing Shen Yue not move, Song Yan's tone became even lower, even colder.
"I'm calling security."
He then took out his phone, making a show of dialing.
Shen Yue gently interrupted, "No need to trouble yourself."
Those dark eyes, dim and hollow, were emotionless, as if waiting to be swallowed by darkness.
Her expression was serene, her lashes very long, making her look very docile. "I'll leave on my own. Don't drive me away."
Song Yan's expression didn't change. His hands clenched tightly into fists, his fingertips almost digging into his palms.
He felt he shouldn't have softened.
Shen Yue was like a beautiful, poisonous flower that, despite its alluring exterior, devoured people without spitting out bones.
Such a person was not worthy of pity.
Shen Yue left.
Song Yan leaned against the wall, fumbling for his lighter. His fingers trembled as he pressed the ignition several times, but no flame came. Suddenly, he dazedly remembered that smoking was not allowed in the hospital.
He closed his eyes wearily, the chaotic emotions in his mind searing his nerves.
His throat felt choked with cotton, and Song Yan felt his breathing become difficult.
Thinking of the girl's overly calm and docile appearance, he had a moment of daze, wondering if he had been too harsh just now.
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Some people are born wicked, but Shen Yue was not. She had simply struggled in the darkness for too long, becoming rotten and foul.
In the original novel, Shen Yue's ultimate fate was to jump off a bridge and commit suicide.
She died with resentment and unwillingness towards this world.
Was Shen Yue detestable?
Yes.
Was Shen Yue pitiable?
Yes.
After she died, not even her body was claimed.
Living in this world alone, without family, without a lover, without friends, her death was silent; no one would remember her, as if she had never existed in this world.
How ironic and tragic.
Bai Qingzhen was very happy; what she lacked least was love. Yet, this love was so unattainable for Shen Yue.
Shen Yue walked aimlessly through the city, her thoughts empty. The bustling sounds of the city, the lively crowds, reached her ears, but to her, it felt unreal.
The more a person clings to something, the more they fear losing it.
Did Shen Yue like Song Yan?
Yes.
Song Yan was wonderful, gentle like a ray of light, but he couldn't illuminate everyone.
Shen Yue's affection was too pathological, and Song Yan couldn't accept it. This was only natural; no one likes a madman.
Did Shen Yue like Jiang Wei?
No.
But she was greedy. She coveted Jiang Wei's kindness, coveted Jiang Wei's affection for her, like a vampire.
However, now even Jiang Wei didn't like her anymore.
Shen Yue was beautiful. In her childhood, she was actually quite popular. But as she grew older, things polarized: girls ostracized her, while boys flocked to her.
Shen Yue also wanted to live a good life, but she couldn't. She was too hungry. Shen Jiayi never took care of her, was always out of the house, and she would go hungry for two or three days straight. She was truly afraid of starvation; she even rummaged through garbage cans. Later, when there was no other way, she accepted the food eagerly offered by boys.
If you eat someone's food, your mouth is short; if you take someone's hand, your hand is short.
After receiving benefits from others, one must pay a price.
As a child, Shen Yue didn't understand, thinking as long as she wasn't starving, it was fine. She was truly afraid of hunger.
As an adult, Shen Yue understood. She didn't care anymore, because this face had given her so much convenience. With a mere flick of her finger, a crowd of people would rush forward. Why would she need to try hard?
She clearly watched herself fall, but she was already powerless to stop it.
Watching herself, sober.
No one was willing to lend her a hand; no one saved her.
Shen Yue walked up the overpass step by step. The cold wind blew against her face, cutting like a knife.
She turned her head and looked at the traffic flowing beneath the overpass.
Just a glance, and Shen Yue felt dizzy. She had a bit of acrophobia.
Jumping from such a height must hurt.
Bai Yanzhe had a laptop on his lap. He rubbed his brow bone; his eyes had become a little dark from staring at the computer for too long. He turned to look at the scenery outside the window to rest his eyes.
Unintentionally, he saw a familiar figure. Although it was blurry, the familiar feeling surged into his mind overwhelmingly. It made Bai Yanzhe lose control, and he urgently commanded, "Stop the car!"
The driver instinctively slammed on the brakes. Seeing the usually steady man looking tense in the rearview mirror, he opened the car door without a second thought.
Bai Yanzhe first ran towards the figure, then slowly reduced his pace.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.