Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Qiao Lian stood there in a daze.
The psychologist sighed again before he continued, “To sum up what Ms. Song has said, taking into consideration Best Actor Shen’s behaviour, I’ve come to a conclusion. Soul Fighter died to save Best Actor Shen, but you are the cause of his death. Best Actor Shen is unable to remove himself from this vicious circle. He is unable to forget his friend either. The happier the both of you are, the greater his guilt. This sort of guilt can sometimes torture people to death. Insomnia is one of the manifestations.”
The psychologist looked at her and continued, “Think about this. Didn’t he start showing these signs only after you were truly together?”
Qiao Lian bit her lip.
Indeed.
From the moment she had known that Shen Liangchuan was Zi Chuan.
From the moment Zi Chuan had found out that she had stopped gaming because of her hands injuries…
It seemed like the two of them had left behind what happened eight years ago and started to open up to each other.
From the moment they happily returned from Hengdian together.
Shen Liangchuan had fallen ill gradually, right up till now, when they were planning to have a child and live happily together. His health had eventually crumbled down, like a mountain being razed to the ground.
No, those express delivery packages had also triggered it. They made him guilty.
Qiao Lian looked at the psychologist, and then at Song Yuanxi.
Song Yuanxi laughed bitterly and said, “I’ve told you the truth. The rest is up to you.”
After these words, she stood up to leave.
At the doorway, she halted without turning around. Looking straight ahead of her, she said, “Qiao Lian, I don’t hate you two anymore. I was on the verge of killing you to avenge my brother, but the moment Brother Liangchuan took the blow for you, I stopped hating you. I think that if my brother were alive, he would forgive you.”
She turned around and continued, “If my forgiveness could ease his pain, I am willing to give the both of you all my blessings.”
She smiled at this point and concluded, “But I know it’s useless. I don’t carry enough weight in his heart and never will.”
She lifted her gaze and looked at Qiao Lian. “That is all I can do.”
She hung her head, with her sorry and pitiful figure.
All along, she had hated Qiao Lian to the core.
Because she had always thought that Qiao Lian had betrayed the team club. At that time, the penalty should have not been for her brother and Brother Liangchuan to pay.
But Qiao Lian did not bear the penalty—an amount that would have meant next to nothing to the Qiao family’s pampered little mistress. An amount that, at that time, to her brother and Brother Liangchuan was something almost insurmountable.
But even then, so what?
Perhaps her brother had willingly paid the penalty for the girl.
Her brother was dead.
And he had been for eight years.
If it hadn’t been for Mei Feng looking for her, instigating her and stirring those feelings of hatred she had buried deep inside, perhaps she wouldn’t have been so bothered about Qiao Lian and Shen Liangchuan’s relationship.
It was only now that Song Yuanxi discovered that Brother Liangchuan’s happiness was all that mattered. She would rather not have known that Qiao Lian was that Xiao Qiao, the one who had betrayed the two boys eight years ago.
At these thoughts, Song Yuanxi smiled bitterly and strode away from the clinic.
It was finished. The matter had come to an end.
To her, she had left everything behind the moment she left the Shen family villa.
She had to begin her new life.
She walked out of the hospital with her head lowered, towards the street.
Then, she suddenly rammed into a man.
Stunned, she looked up. The man with golden glasses was standing right before her.
This was her new life.
