C16 Don't Worry

After blooming for who knows how many times, the girl's heart had been dyed red with peach blossoms.

Qin Yiran looked at the swallow flying by the window. It was as if she could hear its flapping wings brushing against her heart. The clouds in the sky passed by her indifferently. Everything happened naturally.

An Xinyue.

She was a woman that she hated to the bones. Just reciting the three words in her heart was akin to turning gears in flesh and blood. The cold machine gave off a cold iron smell, and at the end of the poison where even the bones were, a pungent stench came from the depths of her soul.

It was disgusting and profound.

An Xinyue was still smiling, and was smiling at the person she loved. What right did she have to smile at him? What right did she have to receive his admiration? This blood, this flesh, even this soul, should be deeply entangled with her, like vines twisting around a red wall. Whether it was flourishing or withering away, the roots would tightly grip together, and the leaves and leaves would overlay each other, separating them from each other.

"Qin Yiran." An Xinyue slowly turned around and broke Qin Yiran's daydream.

A tree branch jumped out of the window, and a few white petals of yellow stamen lightly swayed on its surface. An Xinyue stood by the window, the sunlight shining on her black hair. The shadows of the flowers danced in her hair, and her eyes, with the sunshine of spring, brought with it a winding stream of spring water, as well as the light dancing birds among the flowers.

Qin Yiran stared intently at An Xinyue, wanting to see if she could catch a glimpse of the beast. It was unknown how many times they had exchanged blows, and it was also unknown how many times Qin Yiran had lost. An Xinyue was starting to get tired, but Qin Yiran was still relentlessly chasing her like a dog that wouldn't give up.

"An Xinyue … "Heh."

The two of them did not speak. The ice condensed in the air, and two invisible sharp swords clashed.

Qin Yiran clenched her fists tightly as the veins on her arms bulged. Her arms were tightly locked at her sides. Her brow was furrowed and her lips were pressed tightly together, like ice. There was a chill coming from the corners of her mouth. The originally beautiful face was also influenced by the jealousy inside and outside for many days, becoming unfathomably ugly.

An Xinyue stared at her silently. Her body leaned naturally against the table. Beside her was the snacks and steaming tea that had just been brought up by the steward. She picked up a piece of dessert and put it in her mouth, her eyes downcast as she tried to hide her thoughts.

There were soft footsteps outside the door, and the butler knocked three times.

"Miss An, may I ask if the dessert suits you?"

An Xinyue swallowed her last mouthful of dessert and said, "The dessert is very good, please let Jun Lin An know. Oh right, I need to discuss something important with Miss Qin. If there's nothing else, don't disturb me."

There was a pause outside the door. "Yes, miss."

The footsteps gradually disappeared. Qin Yiran stared at An Xinyue with wide eyes. An Xinyue leisurely sipped a mouthful of tea under the bone-piercing gaze. The tea was mellow and fragrant, and she couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"Good tea."

She put down her teacup. The other party's endurance had exceeded her imagination, but the more she tolerated it, the more painful it became. When the pain reached a certain point, it would deteriorate, turning into a poison that would harm oneself and others.

"An Xinyue, you really enjoy it." Qin Yiran's relaxed attitude obviously angered her sensitive nerves. She was obviously a lowly woman, lowly to the point that she could only turn into mud that could be trampled on at will, so why was she acting like a lofty master? Why was she as beautiful as a bright pearl? Why was she the true fiancée? Why was she licking her face like a beggar and asking for love that should have belonged to her?

Not fair, not fair, not fair!

The corners of Qin Yiran's mouth slowly curled up like a freshly forged scimitar. A bloodthirsty, cold light and surging anger flashed through her mouth.

"He's just a third party, yet he has the nerve to act like a mistress. His skin is really thick."

An Xinyue lifted her eyes slowly.

"If you can't compare to Miss Qin, then just put down your hand after saying that you don't love her. Now that you've eaten and want to come back, what are you treating your beloved as? Items, toys? "

Qin Yiran's face turned pale. Her words were like a knife that fiercely stirred her heart. Viper stuck out his tongue from behind An Xinyue. His golden eyes locked onto the woman in front of him, and every scale he slashed across the floor sounded like the taunting of someone.

Qin Yiran clenched her teeth as a chilling aura spread out from her chest. She suddenly calmed down, her eyes filled with killing intent.

"An Xinyue, ah, she fell and rolled all the way up to her bed. I don't know how many men she's been sharing the Spring Festival Gala with," the woman opened her mouth, her lips stained with venom.

She had thought about this countless times, and said it countless times, over and over again. Even now, An Xinyue was getting impatient, and she was still talking. With an unknown fear, with a fear that was inferior to her own, she was simply explaining the plot of her imagination over and over again.

It was boring.

An Xin Yue lazily leaned against the side of the table. She held a pen in her hand and turned it a few times. The sunlight drew golden lines on it, as if metal vines were meandering on it.

"An Xinyue, you're disgusting, you're disgusting …"

The floor emitted a bone-piercing sound. Qin Yiran stomped her feet and the heels of her high heels hit the fragile floor heavily. The floor couldn't bear the pressure, so she said it again and again, accompanied by the crazy chants of the women.

"If it weren't for you, Jun Lin An wouldn't have abandoned me. If it wasn't for you, if it wasn't for you …"

The wind suddenly began to blow, and the leaves began to collide with each other, making small noises. A cloud slowly drifted past on the right, slowly approaching the sun.

The left half of An Xinyue's body was hidden in the shadows. She was like a calm hunter watching her prey struggle in the face of death. At the same time, she was also calmly checking the time when the net was being pulled.

Not enough.

Qin Yiran's messy hair hung down to her sides. This prideful woman had finally turned into her original despise.

If she had a mirror, Qin Yiran would probably be like Shi Guan Yin, who would be in a fantasy where she would suffer the same fate as herself.

Yes, this was the destruction of the self. From the moment she fell in love with Jun Lin An, from the moment she knew that he didn't love her, she had begun to perish. First he saw the eyes of his loved one, then he touched his hands, and finally he felt jealousy in his heart. Finally, she nibbled at her own body, nibbled away at her former pride, nibbled away at the soul of herself, locked herself in a cage, expressionlessly threw away the key in the cage, and threw it into the mouth of the stubborn whale.

"Qin Yiran."

An Xinyue gazed at Qin Yiran with a tender gaze that was as tender as a cicada.

"Jun Lin An doesn't love you."

"No matter how many times you say it, no matter how many times you curse at me, no matter how many times you suffer."

"Even Jun Lin An wouldn't fall in love with you."

An Xinyue smiled gently.

"Do you know that Qin Yiran? Your humble appearance and your manner of scolding me are really beautiful."

The corners of her lips curled up as the demons whispered in her ear. Qin Yiran stood there in a daze.

"Pain is not the end. Self-destruction without rewards is the end."

"Qin Yiran, how pitiful."

As soon as Jun Lin An received the call from the butler, he rushed over in a car. Under the instructions of the butler, he walked up the stairs. The moment he opened the door, he heard the crisp sound of a teacup falling on the floor.

"An Xinyue, you bitch!"

Qin Yiran stabbed An Xinyue's shoulder with a knife in each hand. An Xinyue lifted one leg and stared at Qin Yiran who was leaning forward. She held the saber in one hand and pushed Qin Yiran's body with the other. Her face was in pain as she tightly pursed her lips, not letting out a single moan.

Jun Lin An quickly stepped forward and kicked away the crazed Qin Yiran. The bodyguard behind her immediately stepped forward to suppress Qin Yiran.

Qin Yiran continued to struggle. Her nails grazed the floor and left sharp marks. Jun Lin An didn't even spare a glance at Qin Yiran as he pressed his hand to his wound. The butler had already called an ambulance, and the servants came back with first aid kits. Immediately, the bleeding stopped.

An Xinyue's delicate face quietly rested on his warm and dry palm. Her lips were bloodless, as if she had just been struck by a violent storm, causing her lips to slowly rot.

Jun Lin An's hands were covered in An Xinyue's blood, as if a maple leaf had just been cut open. Maple leaves slowly floated down in the bleak rain. There was not a single sound. Just like that, the gray rain dyed the cold heart with a scorching heat.

An Xin Yue looked at Jun Lin An and smiled.

I'm fine, don't worry.

As Jun Lin An read out the words from his lips, something seemed to dig itself into his flesh and blood. His body seemed to have been torn in two. One was galloping in the torrential storm, the other was sighing under the heavy red leaves.

He loved her, loved her to the bone.

An ambulance had arrived. Before the medical staff had even brought in the stretcher, Jun Lin An suddenly lifted An Xin Yue into his arms. His footsteps were quick but careful. An Xin Yue had already passed out. Jun Lian held her son gently and laid him down on the stretcher.

The ambulance sped toward the hospital. Jun Lin An stood there for a long time. The bodyguard behind him led the assailant outside.

Qin Yiran was in a trance. Perhaps the explosion just now had expended all of her strength. At this moment, she was like a soulless doll sitting blankly on the ground.

The hand that held the knife was still shaking. Her whole arm was covered in the cold wind. Her knee hit the cement ground. It was very painful, but the icy cold feeling after the pain froze her burning jealousy.

She looked at Jun Lin An's eyes, which were growing colder and colder, and finally realized what she had just done.

She tried to get up, but her numb legs failed her, and she watched as the man approached, a pair of leather shoes in front of his eyes. She knew that the person he loved was going up the shoe, but she didn't dare to look up. She was afraid that if she looked up, she would see that pair of eyes didn't have her, didn't have love.

"Qin Yiran."

Qin Yiran had nowhere to dodge to the side, like a giant boulder rolling down from the top.

"If anything happens to An Xinyue, I won't let you off."

The cold wind pierced through his heart, and it was hard to tell who had broken the cold on the ground.

Jun Lin An turned around without even turning his head.

Qin Yiran raised her hand. The remaining blood on it had already turned jet-black, like a gaping mouth. It mocked her and pitied her.

A mournful cry came from the wind.