GBP Chapter 143 Out of Control Thoughts
Chapter 143 Out of Control Thoughts
After sitting quietly on the bed for a long time, Ye Wanqing slowly stood up and moved to the balcony.
The rain continued to fall. She was only wearing a soft knitted pajamas. The coolness of the wind and rain quietly invaded her skin, making her shiver involuntarily.
This chill was like a sharp knife, gently cutting through the fog in her heart, allowing her to find a trace of clarity in the haze.
She just stood there quietly, letting her thoughts drift in the wind and rain. She didn't know how long it took, until her body was trembling slightly from the cold. Ye Wanqing slowly turned around and returned to the house with slightly stiff steps.
She walked to the bedside and gently pressed the switch. The light suddenly came on. The sudden brightness made her instinctively raise her hand to block it, and then she slowly sat back on the bed.
Her eyes inadvertently swept across the mobile phone on the bedside table, and she subconsciously picked it up. The time on the screen showed that less than an hour and a half had passed.
In this empty and quiet room, the thoughts buried deep in her heart were like wild horses running wildly. She was powerless to resist and could only pull her hair in pain. Her usual calmness and composure were gone at this moment.
Ye Wanqing buried her head deeply between her knees. The suppressed pain weighed heavily on her heart like a huge rock. She bit her lips tightly, tears quietly sliding down her cheeks. The hot tears dripped down her cheeks and onto her chest, bringing a burning touch.
She suddenly raised her head, her eyes empty and confused, as if she had lost all direction.
She hadn't felt this way for a long time. It was like being caught in an endless vortex. She struggled with all her might, trying to grasp a ray of light, but she could only feel endless darkness and despair.
Ye Wanqing desperately wanted to escape from all this bondage!
She caught sight of the windbreaker on the hanger, jumped up, grabbed it, and then rushed out of the room and headed straight for the garage.
In less than a minute, a car drew a graceful arc in the night and drove out of the villa. Lin Xuan, who was in the Maybach parked on the side of the road, couldn't help but be slightly stunned.
He watched the car coming from the villa until it turned and disappeared from sight. Lin Xuan frowned, then started his car and followed closely behind.
There was an inexplicable sadness in the silence of the rainy night. Lin Xuan followed Ye Wanqing all the way and finally came to a quiet cemetery.
Ye Wanqing walked out of the car without an umbrella. She was wearing a pair of simple slippers. Her windbreaker fluttered gently in the wind and rain, making her look even thinner and frail.
Lin Xuan frowned slightly, unbuckled his seat belt, picked up the umbrella from the back seat, and quickly followed Ye Wanqing.
At this moment, the rain suddenly weakened and finally stopped. Ye Wanqing was stunned for a moment, subconsciously raised her head, and unexpectedly saw Lin Xuan who had appeared beside her without her knowing.
Her voice was soft and slightly hoarse, as if it would be blown away by the wind at any time: "Why are you here?"
Lin Xuan lowered his head and stared at Ye Wanqing. In the night, the faint light in the distance reflected on her face, adding a bit of paleness and weakness to her.
The usually calm eyes were now filled with confusion and suppressed pain.
Lin Xuan had never seen Ye Wanqing like this.
He stared at her with a frown on his face. “I saw you coming out of the house, so I followed you here.”
Ye Wanqing glanced at him and turned her gaze to the cemetery: "I want to come and see my friend."
Lin Xuan noticed her thin clothes and frowned even more tightly: "Aren't you cold?"
Ye Wanqing looked down at herself and forced a smile: "Not bad."
She pursed her lips and pulled at her windbreaker, but the paleness on her lips and the colorlessness on her face could hardly hide her true feelings.
Lin Xuan didn't say anything else, but just silently took off his coat and put it on her shoulders.
The warmth brought by the coat instantly enveloped Ye Wanqing. She looked up at Lin Xuan, her eyes full of gratitude: "Thank you."
Lin Xuan's tall figure appeared particularly upright in the night, and the coat that almost reached the ground draped over Ye Wanqing made her look even smaller.
She pulled her coat tighter around herself and continued walking into the cemetery.
However, it was late at night, the cemetery gates had long been closed, and the caretaker had gone home from get off work. She stood in front of the iron gates and sighed softly, "It's closed."
Lin Xuan looked at Ye Wanqing, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart.
She was completely different tonight, having lost her usual calmness and composure, and seemed to be shrouded in an invisible shadow.
The night wind was still howling, and Ye Wanqing's hair was flying in the wind, brushing across Lin Xuan's face, leaving a faint fragrance.
Lin Xuan's heart trembled slightly, his eyes wandered over her for a moment, and finally he spoke gently: "Since the door is locked, let's come back another day."
Ye Wanqing turned her head, her eyes filled with an unwavering determination. She slowly spoke, her voice soft but firm: "I must go in, you go back first."
As her words fell, the air seemed to freeze, leaving only the wind and drizzle, quietly passing through the gap between them.
After a moment of silence, Lin Xuan tilted the umbrella in his hand slightly, giving Ye Wanqing more shelter. "Come with me, I have a way."
Ye Wanqing pursed her lips, said nothing, and just followed his steps silently to the other side of the cemetery.
The fence here was a bit low. Although it was not easy for an adult to cross, it was not insurmountable. Lin Xuan's eyes scanned the surroundings and finally stopped at a pile of scattered stones.
He gently handed the umbrella to Ye Wanqing, then squatted down and began to pile up the stones. After a while, a simple step about half a meter high was formed.
"Give it a try." Lin Xuan looked at Ye Wanqing with a hint of encouragement in his eyes.
Ye Wanqing took the umbrella and nodded gently. She stood on the pile of rocks, holding the fence tightly with both hands, and one foot firmly on the middle horizontal bar. Her movements were swift and skillful, and she easily climbed over the fence in a few steps.
Seeing this, Lin Xuan also threw his umbrella to the opposite side and followed closely. Although his movements were not as smooth as Ye Wanqing's, he also successfully climbed over.
Ye Wanqing had just stood firm when she heard the sound of Lin Xuan landing. She turned her head and saw that Lin Xuan was also standing firmly and picking up the umbrella on the ground to shield her from the wind and rain.
"Didn't you say you were going to visit your friend?" Lin Xuan's voice sounded particularly gentle in the wind and rain.
Ye Wanqing looked at him, her lips moved, and finally she just nodded slightly, "Yeah."
The cemetery was so quiet at night that the only sounds were the rustling of the wind through the leaves and the dripping of raindrops on the umbrellas.
The footsteps of the two people were particularly clear in the silence, and Lin Xuan always kept a distance from Ye Wanqing that was neither too far nor too close.
Ye Wanqing knew the location of Su Junyan's tombstone very well, and soon they arrived at Su Junyan's tomb.
In the dim night, the words on the tombstone are difficult to recognize, only the photo appears exceptionally clear under the moonlight.
The boy in the photo has a handsome face and his eyes reveal an indescribable depth, especially his eyes, which seem to be able to see into people's hearts.
This was the first time Lin Xuan saw Su Junyan's photo. He looked at it carefully and couldn't help feeling a sense of emotion.
The boy in the photo doesn’t have much in common with Su Zimo, but his unique temperament is unforgettable.
The offerings in front of the tombstone have been cleaned up, and only the rain continues to wash the tombstone, as if washing away the dust of time.
Ye Wanqing stared at the tombstone quietly, without words, only deep affection and nostalgia revealed in her eyes.
Lin Xuan withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Ye Wanqing. At that moment, he seemed to see the fragility and strength deep in her heart.