His tone was as gentle as ever, but Jian Ai couldn’t tell if he was forcing himself or if he was fine.
“Brother Wu Bi, stop talking. It’s enough that I know this,” Jian Ai said, her heart aching. She didn’t want Brother Wu Bi to tear open the wound that had already scabbed over.
Wu Bi looked at Jian Ai with a warm gaze. His words made Jian Ai’s heart tremble.
“I want to because I don’t know anyone else who can make me say this.”
Jian Ai looked at Wu Bi and felt the emotions in his eyes. It was a warm and passionate gaze as if he had found his spiritual sustenance. He had the urge to tell her about his inner world.
Jian Ai slowly nodded because she could feel Brother Wu Bi’s mood. He wanted to say it.
Perhaps he had kept this matter in his heart for many years, and it was a torture that he could not vent.
Seeing this, Wu Bi’s gaze changed, as if he had fallen into his memories.
After a long time, he said slowly, “Actually, when I was young, our family was especially happy. My parents were especially good people, and I even had a cute sister. When she was two or three years old, she stuck to me. After she learned to walk, she followed me and called me ‘Brother’ every day.”
“At that time, my parents ran the tofu stall business every day, and I was to take care of my sister. I watched her grow up in front of me day after day…”
Wu Bi spoke especially slowly as if these things were too long ago, and he needed to think carefully to remember.
Jian Ai said nothing and listened to him quietly.
“One day, my father drove my mother and Shuang’er back to the countryside to visit our relatives. In the end, a traffic accident happened on the way back. The accident was serious and tragic. Only my father, who was driving, survived. Shuang’er, my mother, and seven people in the other two cars died on the spot.”
“Because I had to go to school, I didn’t go back with them, so I can say that I escaped a calamity. Although I didn’t experience that accident, over the years, I always dreamt of Shuang’er and my mother lying in a pool of blood. Every dream seemed real.”
When Jian Ai heard this, she couldn’t help but ask softly, “So you and Uncle Wu…”
Wu Bi retracted his thoughts and looked at Jian Ai again. He nodded gently. “At that time, I was still a child and could not think independently. At that time, I only felt that this happened because my father brought them back to the countryside. If not for him, they could have avoided all of this.”
“In addition, I lost my mother and sister at the same time. I couldn’t accept this and grafted all my grief onto my father.”
“I still remember how much I hated him. I was angry at him every day and fought with him. He also lived in deep self-reproach and guilt. He couldn’t bear to hit me or scold me. Later, he was worried that our relationship would worsen, so he sent me back to Grandma.”
“It was not until many years later that I gradually understood how selfish I was. After that incident, he was the one who had experienced everything. He watched his wife and daughter die in front of him. He was the one who suffered the most.”
