Chapter 357: 350: She Didn't Commit Suicide
My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s
If thatâs really the case, then she accepted it.
She no longer wished to run or hide.
âAlright,â she agreed.
Qin Ziye was taken aback, it was the sentence he had wished to hear for so many years. He thought he would rejoice, that tears would fall, instead, he felt nothing.
Even the words he had just spoken seemed like rehearsed lines. Things he had wanted to say to her for many years, but never had the opportunity. The wind outside suddenly intensified, tossing his hair into a disarray.
His sight blurred for a moment, as did his thoughts.
Gazing in the distance, his lips moved, but he didnât know what he had said.
âThe wind is strong, we should go back. Donât go out today, youâve just recovered.â
âAlright,â Guan Jing, supported by Qin Ziye, leaned her whole weight onto him. The wind tousled their hair and tightly intertwined them, unable to distinguish where one ended and the other began.
Only after the door closed, did Tang Yuxin come out.
She touched her face, surprisingly, she did not cry, nor a single tear shed.
Perhaps, what she needed to know was this, what she wanted was this, and maybe, what she was waiting for was also this.
What she was waiting for.
Was to give up.
She turned away, leaving step by step. No one knew that her vision was obscured by a fog-like haze.
I heard,
A beginning is always real,
Then it slowly turns into a false one
A loving gaze,
Is used for happiness, not for sorrow
I heard light kisses are always true,
But whispers in the ear are often false
Promises are just decorations for love
Theyâre just idle songs to pass the loneliness.
All the way, she didnât turn back once.
Step by step, she ascended the stairs, looking back, it seemed like she could see most of Beijingâs scenery. Back then, Beijing didnât have so many high-rise buildings, so many people, and couldnât be compared with the luxury that followed. The city was still maturing, waiting for the moment it reveals its stunning beauty. By then, it would be hard to find a vacant spot.
She extended her hand, also gripping the railing tightly, then looking down. It seemed so high that everything under her shrunk.
If she jumped from here, what would happen?
Broken bones all over,
Internal organs burst,
Blood oozing from her.
Then an unrecognizable face.
Releasing her grip, she stood silently gazing into the distance, hypnotized. Peacefully, calmly.
Slowly, she closed her eyes, letting the wind caress her face, carrying the unique air of this place. It seemed tasteless, yet had a faint scent.
Similar to hers, yet also similar to someone elseâs.
Standing there like that, she didnât realize someone had silently ascended the stairs, stepping closer to her.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes. The person behind her held her tightly. She struggled violently, only able to sense a clear scent from the man behind her.
âDonât move, itâs okay now.â
The manâs deep, calm voice echoed from behind, taking her several steps back.
Itâs okay now. The manâs voice echoed overhead, life is already hard enough, donât be so desperate, and even if you fall, it wouldnât matter, death is the most foolish thing.
Only then did Tang Yuxin stop struggling. She could feel the manâs muscles from behind, and also his strength, almost enough to rip her apart.
Slowly, she was breathing, and so was the man.
âMay I askâ¦â She looked forward, her pupils reflected the blue sky and white clouds. The wind blew, making everything feel cold.
âWhy did you think I wanted to commit suicide?â
Werenât you?â The manâs arm had still not let go, seemingly afraid that she would make a sudden decision to jump and shatter into pieces.
âSir, I didnât think about suicide. Itâs laughable, Tang Yuxin merely wanted to stand here and enjoy the breeze. Didnât you see me standing far from front?â
The manâs grip suddenly loosened but had not let go fully.
âSir, how long are you planning to take advantage?â Tang Yuxin lowered her head, wishing she could shake off the arm pressing on her chest. Couldnât she be held anywhere else? Wasnât he aware that womenâs chests shouldnât be pressed randomly? She was still developing, what if they donât grow because of him?
Only then did the man realize his hands were pressing against something soft. He quickly let go.
Finally, Tang Yuxin could breathe. She let out a bitter laugh, if he hadnât let go, she would have been strangled to death by him, even if she hadnât jumped from the building.
She turned around, but froze upon seeing him.
It was him.
Gu Ning.
In a suit, his hair neatly combed, tan skin exuding health and ruggedness. He stood unmovable, his dark eyes always focused on her, as if trying to read something from her face.
Tang Yuxin didnât know whether to laugh or cry, so she gave a slight nod. Simply said, âThank you,â then she turned and moved towards the stairs. At first, she descended step by step, then she began to run forward. The faster she ran, the colder the wind on her face.
It was like dancing to the melody of life, at the beginning of fate.
She looked back at the tall building again, actually, she had never thought about suicide. This world might be full of injustices, but one canât deny its beauty. Itâs good to live in such a world, why die?
She just wondered how it feels to stand up there. Why did Gu Ning like standing there in his past life? Did he want to die, to remember something, or to forget something?
Now she seemed to understand a bit.
It wasnât about wanting to die, but wanting to live, to find the beauty of this world.
Even though he didnât know what was in his grasp, and didnât know what it was, but whatever he wanted to find, it definitely was not the word âdeath.â
Tang Yuxinâs eyes squinted like they were being troubled by the wind, while that man was standing on the rooftop, like he used to in his last life.