Bai Qingzhen's finger twitched.
Song Yan was the first to notice. He immediately called for a doctor, and the medical staff arrived quickly. Before long, Bai Qingzhen woke up.
He was very nervous, his voice hoarse, "Qingzhen..."
Bai Qingzhen, lying on the hospital bed, took a long time to recover her focus.
Then came a full body examination, which took a long time. The results showed that there was no major problem, and the injury on her head had almost healed.
Bai Qingzhen sat on the hospital bed, holding her phone. As soon as Song Yan entered, she eagerly asked, "Is Shen Yue alright?"
Song Yan froze, his brows instinctively furrowed, "What could be wrong with her?"
Bai Qingzhen was still very nervous, "But I can't reach her."
Hearing Bai Qingzhen say this, Song Yan became even more confused.
"She caused you to be like this, why are you still so worried about her?"
Bai Qingzhen stiffened, her face turning pale, her fingers tightly gripping the phone. She parted her lips, "This has nothing to do with Shen Yue."
Song Yan's heart trembled, and he said gravely, "What do you mean?"
Bai Qingzhen had no intention of hiding anything. She wasn't the type to shy away from admitting her mistakes.
"Those thugs were hired by me. At the time, I just wanted to teach Shen Yue a lesson, but those two thugs developed impure thoughts, and then I rushed over."
Speaking of this, Bai Qingzhen let out a sarcastic laugh, "I told Shen Yue to leave first, but that fool didn't want to. If she knew this was all my doing, she would probably hate me to death."
She spoke a lot, but did not hear Song Yan's voice. She instinctively looked over, only to see Song Yan's face as pale as paper, devoid of any color.
Bai Qingzhen: "Song Yan?"
The young man looked up in a daze, his pupils trembling.
"Do you know where Shen Yue is? I need to apologize to her properly."
"Shen Yue..."
He softly called out the name, trembling uncontrollably for the first time in his life.
When he walked out of the ward, Song Yan was still in a daze, his mind wandering.
Song Yan went to school but did not see Shen Yue. He asked the teacher, who said they didn't know much, but Shen Yue had already dropped out.
He had to send people to investigate. After an hour, the results came back.
The other party said Shen Yue was dead.
And it was suicide.
Song Yan was in a daze, a ringing in his ears, so sharp that the veins on his forehead bulged.
The girl looked like she was best at playing the victim, always crying and selfish. She loved him so much, how could she commit suicide?
Moreover, he hadn't even seen the girl for the last time.
Song Yan received this news but still felt an unreal sense of being in a fog. It was impossible, how could Shen Yue commit suicide?
This self-consolation made Song Yan a little clearer-headed.
He went to find Bai Yanzhe.
Bai Yanzhe had lost a lot of weight, his eyes shrouded in a layer of gloom. He wore a black suit, thin like a sharp sword.
He had also aged a lot, with a few silver strands appearing in his dark hair and more noticeable fine lines around his eyes, but he was still handsome and elegant.
Song Yan ran to the bottom of Bai Yanzhe's company and asked, "Where is Shen Yue?"
Bai Yanzhe had just come out of the company opposite. His dark eyes were indifferent, his lips thin and tightly pressed together, as if unwilling to answer. He walked past Song Yan to get into his car.
But he was stopped by Song Yan.
His tone couldn't help but rise. Song Yan felt as if his heart was being squeezed by an invisible hand, causing intense pain.
"Where is Shen Yue?"
Bai Yanzhe looked at him indifferently, without any expression, "She's at my place."
Song Yan looked at Bai Yanzhe's expression and felt that his current state was very wrong, appearing somewhat mentally unstable.
A lingering sense of panic and anxiety weighed on his heart.
It was a strong premonition, and an answer surfaced in his mind.
"She's dead, isn't she?"
His voice was incredibly dry.
Bai Yanzhe smiled, a very gentle smile, "She's at my place."
As if that wasn't enough, he added, "It's our home."
Bai Yanzhe pushed Song Yan aside, got into the car, and sped away.
Song Yan stood stunned in place, his usually steady gaze unable to focus.
---
Recently, Song Yan's state has been very wrong. Those around him have noticed, and he even often zones out in class, frequently being called to the office by teachers for talks.
The classmates in the class had always thought Song Yan was a very easy person to get along with. He was gentle and polite, making it comfortable to be around him.
But in the past few days, Song Yan had seemed very strange, even a little neurotic. Even a small matter seemed to trigger his sensitive nerves.
And yet, Song Yan himself seemed completely unaware.
Bai Qingzhen was discharged from the hospital. Song Yan helped her with the discharge procedures.
Bai Qingzhen sat in the car, and Song Yan sat beside her. He looked out the window, very silent.
Bai Qingzhen also didn't notice Song Yan's abnormality. She was very nervous, "Song Yan, do you still remember the incident at the swimming pool?"
Song Yan replied faintly, "I remember."
Bai Qingzhen lowered her head, looking embarrassed and guilty, "Actually, Shen Yue didn't push me."
Song Yan's calm eyes finally rippled with emotion.
"I staged it myself. To be honest, now that I think about it, I realize how foolish I was. You probably don't know, but Shen Yue likes you. At that time, I was... I just had a moment of madness and did many foolish things, and hurt Shen Yue a lot. I'm almost afraid to see her..."
Bai Qingzhen became more and more self-reproachful. She had long since come to terms with it. She had been so blinded by anger at the time that she did all sorts of foolish things without considering the consequences. Now, looking back, she wished she could beat herself to death.
Bai Qingzhen's words seemed to be heard clearly, yet also as if nothing had been heard. Song Yan's mind was blank, his body stiff, unable to move, as if all his strength had been drained.
A layer of blood-red mist gradually appeared before his eyes. Song Yan closed his eyes tightly and said with difficulty, "Why didn't you say anything back then?"
Seeing Song Yan's reaction, Bai Qingzhen was puzzled and stammered, "Isn't it okay if I say it now?"
"No..." Song Yan parted his lips, as if wanting to say something more. He raised his hand and tightly covered his eyes, his hand pressing down on his brow bone, veins bulging. His voice was hoarse, as if worn down by sharp stones, "It's too late, she, she..."
"Died..."
His eyes were red, and dry tears flowed out. His voice trembled uncontrollably.
---
Later, Song Yan returned to school and focused all his energy on his studies, as if only in this way could he numb himself.
But he always felt a piece missing from his heart. When the whistling cold wind blew, it condensed a layer of frost.