PFC Chapter 65 "In my heart, there is only Wan'er"
Chapter 65 "In my heart, there is only Wan'er"
As everyone filed out, the door slowly closed with a soft creak, and the light inside dimmed slightly, creating a tranquil atmosphere that spread like a tide.
At this moment, only Murong Yi and Lin Qianqian remained. Murong Yi slowly walked to the bedside, stood there for a long time, her gaze fixed on Lin Qianqian, who had fainted on the bed and was sleeping very restlessly, her face showing slight pain.
Complex emotions surged deep within his eyes as he pondered the reason for her unusual behavior. His tightly furrowed brows resembled two small hills, creating deep furrows between his eyebrows, and fine lines covered his forehead. His face was filled with worry, like heavy dark clouds, shrouding his originally cold and stern expression.
Murong Yi slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning slightly forward, her arms limply resting on her legs. Her eyes stared blankly ahead, her whole being immersed in deep thought, like a puppet whose soul had been taken away, leaving only a dull shell.
Just then, Lin Qianqian, still unconscious, parted her lips slightly and began to talk in her sleep again. Her voice was weak and filled with endless sorrow, like the mournful sound of wind coming from a distant valley, "Dad... Mom... why did you leave me... don't, don't hit me..." Her brows were tightly furrowed, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her body trembled slightly involuntarily, as if she were in extreme fear and despair.
Murong Yi was instantly captivated by her rambling. His gaze was fixed on Lin Qianqian, the blankness in his eyes vanishing completely. He instinctively reached out to comfort her, but stopped mid-air, afraid of startling her. Then, he gently took her hand, the icy touch making his heart clench. He murmured, "What are you going through? Why are you in so much pain?"
Murong Yi was filled with pity. He gently lay down on his side, slowly stretched out his arm, and gently but firmly embraced Lin Qianqian, as if he wanted to build a haven for her to resist pain and fear with his embrace.
In her dazed state, Lin Qianqian instinctively hugged him tightly, her delicate body like a vine finding support. Her small lips pouted slightly as she murmured, "I miss you all so much..." Her voice, tinged with undried tears and endless longing, echoed softly in the quiet room.
Perhaps it was Murong Yi's body temperature that dispelled the gloom in her heart, or perhaps it was the long-awaited embrace that gave her a sense of security. Lin Qianqian's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile as bright as the warm spring sun.
In his arms, her breathing gradually became even and gentle, her face relaxed, and she fell into a deep sleep, looking like a child who had found her home, sleeping peacefully and serenely, as if all the troubles of the world had left her behind, leaving only this warm and tranquil little world.
Murong Yi looked at her in his arms, his eyes full of doting and tenderness. He gently tightened his arms around her, as if he wanted to keep this beautiful moment forever.
At this moment, Murong Yi felt as if he were in the center of an emotional whirlpool, caught in a dilemma. He lowered his eyes and gazed at Lin Qianqian, who was sleeping peacefully in his arms. Her tranquil sleeping face, illuminated by the dim candlelight, was surprisingly charming, causing his heart to stir with a ripple he had never felt before.
However, his thoughts, like a wild horse, instantly drifted towards Su Wan'er in the distance. Memories of Su Wan'er's every smile and tender affection flooded back, like a sharp sword piercing straight into the depths of his heart.
His eyes were filled with contradiction and struggle, his brows furrowed, his heart churning between two conflicting emotions. He craved the warmth and peace in her arms, yet he couldn't let go of his deep affection for Su Wan'er. This entanglement was like an invisible rope, binding him tightly, each breath accompanied by pain and confusion. He didn't know which way to go, and could only savor this complex and bitter emotional turmoil alone in the long, dark night.
Murong Yi's heart was like a turbulent sea. He thought to himself, "My heart has always belonged only to Wan'er; she is the one I yearn for. As for Lin Qianqian, she is merely an object of pity and sympathy arising from my special circumstances."
He kept reassuring himself with this thought, trying to sort out his chaotic thoughts and find a seemingly reasonable explanation for his inner contradictions.
Amidst this endless entanglement and self-persuasion, his mind and body were gradually eroded by exhaustion. Unconsciously, he slowly closed his eyes, his consciousness gradually sinking into a hazy dream, but the unresolved emotional entanglement still followed him like a shadow, lingering and wandering on the edge of the dream.