V114

  She turned around and took out a scarf and hat from the storage cabinet and put them on him one by one, "This is what Vin instructed, can't catch a cold."

  The fingertips gently touched the softness of the scarf, the fine threads were extremely gentle and warm. This was not made by machine, but handmade.

  His eyes sank, he grasped her hand tightly, "You..."

  "Sir, you're hurting me." Perhaps he had used too much force, her eyes reddened with pain, and then her heart also started aching uncontrollably.

  He silently let go, at this moment, he wished his eyes could see, just to confirm if it was her, if it was his Nīe Zhīyán.

  But how could it be her?

  They were just about to go out when, without warning, a heavy rain poured down, pattering against the windowpane with a loud clatter.

  "Don't go out anymore, it's raining. Can you hear the sound of raindrops hitting the window?"

  He let out a low sigh and said: "Please turn on the TV, news."

  She turned it on, and a mechanical female voice came out of the TV.

  Here is the translation:

  "Below is a report of a major civil incident. At 8:05 this morning, a woman sat on the edge of a window 30 meters high, intending to jump to her death. She was rescued by brave police officers. It is understood that the reason for her attempted suicide was that two months ago, a plane crash took the life of her husband. This woman had nothing left to live for after her husband's death..."

  "Hmph..." She sneered, no longer having any attachment to the world of humans.

  "What are you laughing at?" He pressed the button to switch to the next channel and asked her without turning his head, "Do you think she's funny?"

  "It's not funny," she stood still, her voice cold to the bone, "just empathy."

  He was taken aback, unsure why, his heart suddenly racing out of its normal rhythm.

  "Sir, don't you have a loved one? If the person you love with all your heart were to suddenly disappear one day, wouldn't you feel that life has lost its interest?" she asked, almost venomously. "And then, it would seem that even death is not so bad after all."

  Another long silence, his face froze into ice.

  "Get out." Simple two words, like ice shards.

  She stood still.

  "Out! Don't make me tell you three times."

  She silently backed out, suppressing the sudden pang of pain.

  He, the man with peach blossom eyes, leaned lazily against the wall by the door and shook his head at her.

  "Nie Miss, is your heart made of stone? Don't you know he's very sad? You clearly knew he would be sad, yet you still had the heart to say those words to him."

  "Do I love you because you have a heart as hard as ice?"

  She smiled and said: "Of course not, he loves me, just because I am Nie Zhiyan."

  "And I'm here only because I love him."

  "Unfortunately," Vin stretched out an index finger and shook it, disapprovingly saying: "You owe him too much. If not for you, Niece, a pair of eyes, a pair of legs, all these add up, you owed him his entire wonderful life."

  "Hah, Vin, you're wrong again. I don't owe him anything. We're husband and wife. His eyes, his legs are all mine. If he loses his health, I'll get it back for him. As for his life, Vin, do you think Lu Yiheng would still have a life worth laughing about without me?"