C27 The Painful past

Outside the window a few leaves of the parasol tree swayed in the cold wind.

The winter snow fell and melted again, and soon there would be another.

Wisps of sunlight seeped through the large French windows into the house, scattering onto the pure white bedding, forming a halo of light.

Xia Qingning's face was pale. There was only a needle in her fair and thin hand that was left with bones. There was still a lot of drip left on top of her head.

She leaned against the head of the bed and looked at the word "Fu" stuck to the window with no expression on her face. She was in a daze.

It was almost New Year. It was the busiest and happiest day of the year.

Everyone began to prepare for the New Year and decorate the house with festivities. Jiang Yiye's touch of red on the window was probably the most beautiful color in the room.

"This bottle will take a long time to finish. Are you tired? Do you want to lie down and rest for a while?"

The man's gentle voice sounded and Xia Qingning stopped thinking. She looked back at Jiang Yiye who was sitting beside her and smiled stiffly. "I am not tired." Then she turned to look outside the window.

The room returned to silence.

Jiang Yiye sat by the bed and did not speak. He just looked at this pale-faced woman.

After a long time.

Xia Qingning, who was leaning against the bed, suddenly looked back. Her eyes were filled with tears. She looked seriously at the delicate man beside her. "Thank you."

The short yet heavy words reverberated in the quiet bedroom.

Jiang Yiye paused. He got up and picked up an orange from the bedside table. He peeled it bit by bit. "What are you thanking me for, idiot."

The tears in her eyes had blurred her vision. Xia Qingning still looked at the man in front of her.

Her emotions extended from the bottom of her heart bit by bit and then began to overflow.

Xie Jiang Yiye what?

Too much...

Xia Qingning would never forget how she had walked these days.

Accompanying the pain in her body, she held her thoughts and drifted far away.

Life had always been precious to her.

Even if she knew that she had contracted blood cancer, even if she had no money to treat it, she had never had the thought of ending her life in her heart.

However, she could never forget how much despair and pain she had felt that day. That was why she had walked step by step to the eleventh floor of the balcony.

She had loved Hsu Mochen for seven years.

From the beginning, to the end, he had betrayed her. In the end, there was no end to the torture.

In the past, Xia Qingning thought that man only wanted to punish her.

Punishing her own persistence towards him.

He wanted to punish her for binding him.

Punishing him for loving him too deeply and not holding back at all.

But later on, she discovered that she was wrong.

That man, what was more serious than punishing her was that he hated her.

And he hated her so much that he didn't hold back at all.

He hated her to the bone. That was why he wanted to destroy the entire Xia family because of a lie he told because of a woman who was involved in their love.

Xia Qingning's life was given by the Xia family.

Every inch of her skin and every inch of her flesh belonged to the Xia family.

Three years ago, she had let go of all the love she had to defend and be loyal to herself. It had already broken the hearts of her parents who were over fifty years old.

If Hsu Mochen hated her and threatened the Xia family's survival, she would rather die.

Just as she thought, that man probably wanted her to die.

On the 11th floor of the hospital, she dragged her frail body up the stairs one by one.

Every time she took a step, her heart felt like it was stabbed by a sharp knife.