Defeated By Love - Chapter 1

At the end of October, Ruchuan City was in late autumn.

The whole city rained for several days. The image of the tide in the air condenses into ice, alternating wet and cold. The heavy rain seemed to have no tendency to stop, and occasionally hit the window with a clattering sound.

In the airtight interior, blackout curtains cover the scenery outside. Three silver locks were embedded in the white wooden door, which looked depressed and gloomy.

The ceiling lamp on the ceiling is on, and the light is warm yellow and the color is soft. The room is bright and bright, not like the light when you fall asleep.

But under this light.

On the bed by the window, the pink-blue quilt bulged.

The girl curled up into a ball inside, her eyes closed. Half of his fair face and soft hair were exposed.

It seemed that he was not sleeping well. Although Shunen hadn’t moved, his face was pale, his eyes were blue-gray, and his eyelashes trembled from time to time. Haggard and restless.

Suddenly.

There was a click from far away, clear and loud.

It was the sound of the entrance door being opened.

Shunen’s heart palpitated, and immediately opened his eyes. She looked dull, awake for a while, sweating on her forehead.

Thinking of the sound he had just heard, Shunen slowly got out of bed, with a faint gasp in his throat. She stepped on the soft carpet and stopped in front of the door.

Standing here, I could faintly hear the voice of her mother Deng Qingyu talking to herself.

But she still looked very vigilant, and opened the two lower locks, leaving the top chain lock alone. Shunen opened the door carefully, only a small gap was opened.

After confirming that the person outside was Deng Qingyu, Shunian completely relaxed. She pursed her lips, scratched her head, rummaging for slippers that she didn’t know where she was kicked.

After putting it on, walked out of the room.

The house is not too big, about fifty square meters. One bedroom, one living room and one bathroom, with a small balcony attached. At this time the curtains have been opened, and apart from the luxuriant camphor trees outside the French windows, only raindrops are constantly falling.

The sky is gloomy, and night has not yet fallen.

A slight wind came in through the gap in the window, as if it was mixed with ice.

Shunian couldn’t help shivering.

There was no carpet in the living room, and the sound of slippers beating on the floor was not small, which quickly attracted Deng Qingyu’s attention.

“Why is your face so bad? Didn’t sleep well?”

Shunen shook his head and asked in a low voice, “Why are you here.”

“I called you yesterday and heard you cough. Just so your aunt sent a box of pears and brought some to you.” Deng Qingyu pointed to the kitchen, “put a bag in the refrigerator. Now I am going to stew it for you. Rock Sugar Sydney.”

Shunian picked up the kettle on the coffee table and filled it with water next to the water dispenser, and responded warmly.

“thanks Mom.”

Deng Qingyu stopped, and simply cleaned up the living room, and said, “You have to pay attention to the season change recently. Don’t keep the windows closed, pay attention to ventilation, and don’t get sick.”

Shunen nodded: “Okay.”

Filled the water half full, Shunen returned to the coffee table holding the kettle and started to boil the water.

The power of the kettle was high, and it didn’t take long for it to make a boiling sound and smoke. Shunen opened the plastic bag on the coffee table, took out several boxes of medicine inside, and carefully looked at the instructions.

Deng Qingyu couldn’t get down, righted the pillow on the sofa, and asked casually, “I shouldn’t have a fever, right?”

Shunen raised his head and answered obediently: “No, I just coughed a little.”

Deng Qingyu said nothing, and glanced at Shunian.

She pursed her lips, lowered her eyes again, staring at the small print on the paper, looking very serious.

Later, Deng Qingyu entered the kitchen.

When Deng Qingyu returned to the living room, she found that Shunian was still in the same posture as before, motionless. The spine is straight, and the soft hair is drooping down, slightly fluffy.

The facial features are small and soft, and it looks like a child who has not grown up.

She kicked the slippers underneath, messy.

“What is this.” Deng Qingyu walked to her and suddenly remembered, “Is it Thursday today? Are you going to see a psychiatrist later?”

“Yeah.” Shunen put the medicine away and put it away again, “I have to go every week.”

The atmosphere returned to silence.

Deng Qingyu squatted down and put her slippers in place, and her voice was small and cautious: “Niannian, you said that it has been almost a year since you went to see this psychologist. Do you think it works…”

After studying, he thought about it for a moment, hesitatingly replied: “It should be.”

Deng Qingyu’s expression was hesitant to say something, but in the end he didn’t say anything, and reached out and rubbed her head: “That’s good.”

“what’s happenin?”

“Nothing.” Deng Qingyu smiled. “Mom will ask about your condition.”

Shunian recalled what the doctor said to her last week: “The last time I went, the doctor told me that if the treatment continues, I can go there once in two weeks after a while. This cycle will slowly lengthen.”

“Then it will be completely healed slowly, isn’t it?” Deng Qingyu’s mood suddenly improved, and there was still joking thoughts, “Mom is still waiting for you to bring a boyfriend back.”

Suddenly a topic jumped, Shunen paused instantly and looked at her in amazement.

Deng Qingyu couldn’t help but laugh: “Why is this expression.”

“Yes.” Shunian didn’t know what to say, and after holding back for a long time, he only said something, “Mom, are you in a hurry?”

Deng Qingyu said, “Don’t worry.”

After hearing this, Shunen breathed a sigh of relief: “Then I wait until the illness is completely healed before looking for it? Then I will find a good-looking one, so that my mother will find it pleasing to your eyes.”

Deng Qingyu shook his head, disagreeing: “Good-looking men are not reliable.”

Shunen was choked by her words, coughed twice, and muttered softly: “It’s not good-looking, even if it’s reliable, I don’t feel happy…”

“…”

For a long time, Deng Qingyu looked at the clock on the wall and packed up his things: “It’s almost four o’clock. Mom is going to pick up your brother from school. Remember to drink Rock Sugar Sydney. I have a lot of stew. Remember to bring some for Police Officer He.”

Shunen stood up and gave her away, and said vaguely, “I can finish it.”

Deng Qingyu couldn’t see her stingy look, frowned and said, “You want to find a good-looking boyfriend like this?”

“…”

Saying goodbye to Deng Qingyu, Shunian closed the door.

The room quieted down instantly.

Such an atmosphere made Shunen confused. She looked down, twisted her hand, and locked the door. Go back to the balcony and relock the French windows opened by Deng Qingyu.

The action is neat and simple, like doing it a million times.

I remembered Deng Qingyu’s words just made her pay attention to ventilation.

Shunian hesitated, opened a small gap in the French window, and then closed the curtain.

The rustling little movement.

After eating the rock candy Sydney, Shunen washed the dishes. When passing by the French window, she closed it again, and then returned to the room with confidence, changed clothes and went out.

It took more than ten minutes before Shunian walked to the entrance of the hospital in the city center. Go to the fifth floor and go to the psychiatric department for one hour of psychotherapy.

After it was over, Shunian went to the internal medicine department downstairs to find a doctor to prescribe some cold medicine.

I don’t know why during this period, there are so many people, it takes a while. When Shuran left the hospital, the sky was half dark.

The street lights outside the hospital were bright, and long shadows were drawn on the concrete floor. The rain was getting weaker, and it was pattering, stained with white light, and smashed down.

There are still people coming and going. But not much, very quiet.

Shunian wanted to get home before it was completely dark, and his pace was much faster than before. Before opening the umbrella, she subconsciously looked around.

Suddenly noticed that there was a lonely person like her.

The man was sitting in a wheelchair, with finely shredded hair on his forehead, slightly longer, slightly covering his eyebrows and eyes. Half of his face was backlit, drowning in darkness, vague and unclear, with a gloomy hostility.

Quietly.

Soon, Shunen withdrew his sight. Suddenly remembering something, he stopped moving and looked over again.

His lips opened, and he was taken aback.

… She seems to know him.

Shunen’s strength tightened while holding the umbrella, her eyes blanked and froze in place. He stopped his eyes on the wheelchair under him, trying to say something, but was dumb because of this picture.

A few minutes have passed.

The man raised his eyes suddenly and glanced across her body. But it was unfamiliar and didn’t even stay for a second. Her breathing stagnated, and her throat was choked by the look in her ice-like eyes.

The rain is still falling.

There was the sound of hula la around, accompanied by a biting chill.

Shunen took a deep breath, pinched the palm of his hand to cheer himself up, and walked over. The voice was small and gentle, with some uncertainty: “Xie Ruhe?”

Hearing the sound, the man looked over, fixed his eyes on her, revealing his full face. He is an extremely beautiful man. Peach blossom eyes, deep wrinkled eyelids, pale face. Obviously a passionate face, but his expression is as cold as ice.

The temperature of the whole body seems to have dropped a bit.

Shunen pursed her lips, feeling a little at a loss, and subconsciously handed him the umbrella.

“Did you not bring an umbrella? Or I—”

The man didn’t finish listening and stopped staying.

There was no change in his expression from beginning to end, he moved his wheelchair and went directly into the rain.

Shunian stood there for a while, but did not catch up. She kept her eyes away and didn’t look at him again. He stretched out his umbrella, walked around the puddle in front of him, and walked towards home.

When Fang Wencheng drove the car to the entrance of the hospital, he happened to see a woman talking to Xie Ruhe.

The next moment, Xie Ruhe suddenly had a movement and came out in the rain silently. Fang Wencheng was startled by this unpredictable action, and immediately opened the car door and ran in his direction under the umbrella.

“Master.” Fang Wencheng put most of his umbrella on him, and said anxiously, “Why are you out in the rain…”

Xie Ruhe didn’t speak, his body was half wet, and the black eyes were wet with water. The skin is pale, the purple bloodshot eyes can be clearly seen, and the curve of the jaw is sharp and cold.

Fang Wencheng got used to it and continued: “Mr. Ji just called me and asked you to go back to Ji’s house.”

Get in the car.

Following the rearview mirror, Fang Wencheng realized that Xie Ruhe’s face was not very good.

At this moment, he was looking out the window. The drops of water slid down the side face and dripped from the chin. His eyes were like thick ink, stained with qi, touching the person in the distance.

Fang Wencheng followed his sight.

——It’s the woman who just spoke to him.

Fang Wencheng started the car: “Master, do you know the lady? Do you want to pick her up?”

Xie Ruhe withdrew his gaze and slowly closed his eyes.

His reaction was expected by Fang Wencheng, so he didn’t continue to mention: “There was a robbery in the parking space just now. I went to help, so I wasted some time.”

“…”

Xie Ruhe’s eyelids moved slightly.

“I don’t know if it will rain for a few more days.” Fang Wencheng reluctantly said, “The drainage system in the southern district is not ready, the roads are flooded, and there is always traffic jam. Mr. Ji is still waiting for you, and I don’t know 8 o’clock. Could it be before—”

The man in the back seat suddenly interrupted him: “Keep up.”

Fang Wencheng was stunned, but didn’t respond: “Huh?”

Probably because he hadn’t spoken for a long time, Xie Ruhe’s voice was slightly hoarse, deep and heavy, like red wine in the dark night. He turned his head, opened his eyes again unconsciously, and looked out the window.

a long time.

Three more words came from behind. A low, moist voice, with a chill. No waves.

“Follow her.”