C20 The Sound of Desolation

A warm tear rolled down from the corner of his eye. Hsu Mochen came back to his senses and looked at the black box on the desk. His eyes were blurry.

"Xia Qingning."

He moved his lips and called the woman's name.

Her voice was very soft and gentle.

He had forgotten how long it had been since he used such a low voice to call Xia Qingning's name.

During the three years of marriage, Hsu Mochen had only been indifferent.

Other than coldness, there was also an even more vile and unreasonable anger and hatred.

Alcohol numbed one's nerves, but it could not numb the pain.

As a result, Hsu Mochen could clearly feel the pain slowly climbing up his heart.

It was really painful.

Hsu Mochen raised his somewhat weak hand and tightly covered the spot where his left chest was hurting.

His tears did not hesitate at all and dripped down one drop at a time.

Why?

Why did his numb heart only know pain after a woman who was full of love and obsession turned into a pile of ashes in a square box?

Why was the love that had been deeply engraved in his mind and the promise of the oath all left behind in his hatred?

Why did people always have to lose everything, only then would they wake up and calm down to think about how sad and disappointed they were in the past...

"Xia Qingning, you must have done it on purpose. Right?

This sentence was mixed with sobs as it drifted in the quiet room.

Hsu Mochen sat on the bed. The wine bottle by the bed was empty. His eyes were staring at the wooden box on the desk.

It was as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

Xia Qingning must have done it on purpose.

He wanted to live forever in this regret and self-blame.

This was her biggest revenge for him.

She wanted Hsu Mochen to wake up from his daze, but she would never give him the chance to turn back. ...

Her head hurt like it was about to explode.

Hsu Mochen wrapped himself tightly in the blanket and sank his body into the fragrant blanket.

The bitterness spread into the sea. Along with the feeling of alcohol and the tiredness of the past few days, he fell into a shallow sleep.

...

When he woke up, it was still raining outside the window. But it was dawn.

He had slept for a long time, but he was not at ease.

He had a dream for the entire night.

Even in the dream, Xia Qingning's sad and pitiful face was there.

Her face was deathly pale and the blood that gushed out from her nose could not be restrained as it dyed her clothes red...

Hsu Mochen rubbed his tired eyes and suddenly sat up from the bed.

The scene in his dream was so familiar that at this moment, a lot of that woman's nosebleed suddenly appeared in his mind.

Pictures.

Hsu Mochen raised his hand and patted his head hard. Because he had yet to fully wake up from the alcohol, he felt a little dizzy at the moment to ensure that he could organize his thoughts normally.

When he woke up a little, Xia Qingning in the picture suddenly came back to life.

Hsu Mochen saw the drop of fresh blood that flowed out of the woman's nose drop by drop.

When he saw the woman hurriedly raise her hand to wipe it off, he smiled awkwardly at himself. "I'm fine. The weather is dry. It's a little hot."

Fire?

Why did the fire bleed so much?

Hsu Mochen suddenly frowned when he thought of this, and his heart became a little heavy.

And that woman's body became thinner and thinner.

Xia Qingning's face was still full of baby fat when they were together.

Since when did that woman become thinner and thinner?

Just when Hsu Mochen was immersed in a painful feeling of being surrounded by memories, Xia Qingning's determined and desolate voice suddenly sounded in his ear.