NOVPUBChapter 343: 343, Helplessness, that endless despair
Chapter 343: 343, Helplessness, that endless despair
Song Qinghuan was momentarily dazed, as a sliver of bewilderment flashed across her small face.
Immediately, her eyes widened with joy, “Really?”
Shi Yuhuan responded coldly, “Then stop asking.”
“You can’t do this, you just agreed.” Song Qinghuan was anxious and clutched his sleeve tighter. Her shiny eyes were filled with a begging desire, and she whimpered weakly, “Yihan, you can’t change your mind.”
Her soft voice, once again, was like a strong current, racing down his spine.
Shi Yuhuan’s face inadvertently softened, but his tone remained cold, “When you talk to me, you never need to question whether it is true or false.”
Song Qinghuan nodded. She knew his word was his bond. There was no doubting his capacity to keep his words. Her previous inquiry had just been an instinctive reaction.
She thought quietly, logically, she should ask now.
Yet, she was surprised to find that she couldn’t utter a word, inexplicably feeling she shouldn’t even know what to ask.
After a long silence, Shi Yuhuan’s voice pressed her again, “Hmm?”
Feeling an inexplicable pressure of danger, the heavy atmosphere engulfed her. Song Qinghuan immediately became even more nervous, not being able to utter a single word.
“You want to ask why I don’t celebrate my birthday, why I hate it when people mention my parents, don’t you?” Shi Yuhuan said coldly, listing her potential questions.
Song Qinghuan watched him with wide eyes, her face stiff like a robot’s, mechanically nodding in agreement.
Shi Yuhuan avoided her gaze, rising to his feet. 𝘯𝘰𝑣𝘱𝑢𝘣.𝑐𝑜𝑚
He walked to the floor-length window, gazing out at the night view. He spoke calmly, “If you had witnessed a tragedy on your birthday, you would also hate birthdays and wouldn’t want to celebrate on that day.”
Song Qinghuan’s heart sank dramatically.
She suddenly didn’t want Shi Yuhuan to continue but didn’t regret asking because she wanted to understand him better and unveil his deepest secret.
“It’s been so long that I have forgotten how everything happened. All I remember is on my tenth birthday, they took me on a tour. We were intercepted by a group of people, In the dark mountain road, my father was shot while trying to shield me and my mother. My mother went berserk, dragging me to run. In the end, we fell off a cliff.
I don’t know how long I was unconscious, but when I woke up, my mother was dying. She was gripping my hand tightly. No matter how hard I shook her, she didn’t respond. I never knew that such a desperate and painful scream could come from a single person—and that person was a 10-year-old boy.”
He spoke calmly, as if looking into the distant past.
In contrast, Song Qinghuan’s eyes were filled with turbulent waves. Her face turned extremely pale, and she begged in distress, “Stop talking, stop talking, Yihan, stop talking!”
She rushed over to him, hugging Shi Yuhuan tightly from behind.
Shi Yuhuan grabbed her hand, “To my surprise, my mother woke up in the most desperate moment. She was worried about her son in the wilderness and carried me out of the mountains, despite her weak body.”
Motherhood is truly great. At that moment, he really didn’t know what sort of force drove his mother to carry him away.”
