Chapter 136 Band-Aid
The room was dark and all the curtains were drawn.
Ye Zhenzhen covered her head and hid in the quilt, curling up like a hedgehog.
She knew in her heart that she couldn't give up on herself like this any longer, but she couldn't pick herself up right away. This setback was too great for her to handle.
Well, it’s a bit unbearable.
Crying and making a fuss won't solve the problem, and hanging yourself won't help.
She was sweating in the quilt and poked her head out. Her hair stuck to her face, and a few strands got into her eyes, making them itchy and painful. She rubbed her eyes, and her elbows touched another pillow when they fell.
In an instant, she suddenly realized that her world was just a cicada's molt, with only a thin shell.
She pulled the pillow and held it in her arms. From now on, this pillow would never wait for its owner.
No matter how much Ye Zhenzhen stayed in bed, she could never wait for Wen Baijing to wake her up.
The sprained ankle left sequelae, and I always felt a dull pain on rainy days, which flowed through the blood toward my heart.
I sprained my heart and I don’t know if the sequelae will accompany me for the rest of my life.
Ye Zhenzhen never turned on her phone. She was afraid of seeing discussions on the Internet and was also worried that acquaintances would come and inquire about her.
The doorbell kept ringing, startling her so much that the tears in her eyes hid back in her eyes.
Her silk pajamas were all wrinkled, and she walked to open the door with light steps.
There had been a lot of gossip about Wen Baijing and Ye Zhenzhen a few days ago, and Wen Baijing was recently engaged. Zhongli couldn't get through to her on the phone, so he took time out to visit her at home.
The moment she saw Zhongli, she was a little stunned and stood at the door at a loss, "Zhongli, why are you here..."
Zhongli didn't answer. He stepped forward and gave her a tight hug. He patted her on the back and said softly, "Zhenzhen, are you okay?"
She thought that Zhongli might distance himself from her and even look down on her after knowing her dark history, but she never thought that Zhongli would still treat her as a friend.
Ye Zhenzhen stood there blankly with her hands hanging by her sides. Suddenly, her nose felt sour. "Hmm..." She wanted to pretend to be strong and say it was okay, but she couldn't say it.
Her messy hair was like the dead grass in a deserted yard, and her lively eyes looked decades older, dull and lifeless.
Zhongli brushed away the dry hair on her cheek and saw that she looked haggard. He said distressedly: "You are so stupid. How could you make yourself like this..."
Ye Zhenzhen's eyes wandered, and she was too embarrassed to look directly into her eyes. She felt extremely guilty, "Zhongli, don't you blame me? You told me everything, but I actually hid something from you..."
Zhongli straightened her hair bit by bit and tucked it behind her ears. "Everyone has secrets they don't want to share. That's okay."
Ye Zhenzhen raised her eyes to meet Zhongli's gaze, and mustered up the courage to speak frankly: "I really worked in a nightclub. Would you look down on me? I was too naive at the time..."
Zhongli smiled and interrupted, "I won't look down on you. You don't have to confess to me. I knew it before anyone else broke the news."
Ye Zhenzhen was surprised, her brain was a little slow, and she asked without thinking: "You know?"
Zhongli took her hand and walked towards the living room, explaining, "Remember the day I went to see you? I told you that you were my friend and I would stand by you no matter what happened. Even if you did something, it was in the past."
Ye Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was happening. She was so moved that she wanted to force a smile, but the muscles on her face refused to cooperate.
She held Zhongli's hand tightly, her voice trembling with gratitude: "Thank you, I was afraid of losing you as a friend, so I never dared to tell you... But I really didn't do anything else out of line..."
Zhongli smiled and said, "I believe you."
Many times Ye Zhenzhen felt that she was very lucky. She was in a foreign country and had family, lover, and good friends.
Now most of her luck is gone and she is without her lover.
Zhongli sat next to her and whispered, "He announced his engagement. What are you going to do? When did you break up?"
Ye Zhenzhen let go of Zhongli's hand, lifted her feet to the sofa, bent her knees, leaned over and hugged her knees, and sighed softly: "You know what? On the day we broke up, he said to me that he loved me, but I would rather he never say those three words to me in his life..."
Zhongli couldn't help but sigh and couldn't help but feel sorry for her: "He is so cruel. He never said anything when there were so many opportunities. What's the point of saying it only when we broke up?"
Ye Zhenzhen almost buried her face in her knees. She didn't understand why Wen Baijing never said he loved her after being together for more than two years, but he said it on the day they broke up.
However, Zhongli seemed to be blaming Wen Baijing in his words, so she whispered to defend Wen Baijing: "You can't blame him. I am largely responsible for the way things turned out."
Seeing her being tortured by love and half dead, Zhongli wanted to scold her but couldn't bear it, so he reminded her: "Think about what you are going to do next! Others are happy and you are miserable here. I heard from Ye Mao that you haven't even eaten recently and stay at home every day. Be careful not to get depression..."
Love dies, but life goes on. Losing your love will not save your love, and will only make your life worse.
But knowing is easier said than done.
Unable to bear the thought of Zhongli worrying about her, Ye Zhenzhen took a deep breath and said, "Don't worry, I'll be fine. I'm just too tired and want to rest for a while. When I recover, we can open the store together!"
People who have just broken up are not very clear-headed.
Before, Ye Zhenzhen was not interested in starting a business together, but now she suddenly talked about opening a store. Zhongli thought she was talking nonsense and did not discuss starting a business with her. He returned to the previous topic and continued to comfort and enlighten her.
Zhongli had also suffered heartbreak, but none as tragic as Ye Zhenzhen's, so much so that Zhongli was somewhat unable to comfort her.
Ye Zhenzhen rested her chin on her knees, her hands wrapped around her calves, her eyes lowered to stare at her toes, her loose hair hiding her expression. She murmured to herself, "I used to always worry about whether he loved me or not, and sometimes I would lose my temper with him over the smallest things. Now that I think about it, I really regret it..."
I regret not loving him more and treating him better.
If she hadn't had so many bad tempers and bad tempers, perhaps she would have fewer regrets now.
All she thought of was Wen Baijing's good points and her willfulness in this relationship.
Zhongli sat cross-legged on the sofa, hugging a pillow in his arms, and patiently comforted him: "You have to look forward. No matter how good he is, he is still an old friend. You will meet someone better..."
Ye Zhenzhen's hands, which were wrapped around her calves, slid down, and the moment her fingertips touched her heels, ancient memories suddenly came flooding back.
She thought of the first gift Wen Baijing gave her. Compared with the expensive gifts she received later, it was nothing.
A very cheap but thoughtful gift.
Her tears were like frost flowers on the glass in winter, blooming one by one on the backs of her feet.