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I returned to the real world, the cold and eerie atmosphere of the old house still lingering in my heart, refusing to dissipate. It felt like a chilling ghostly hand tightly gripping my soul, sending shivers down my spine.
The story of Jiang Yao, her Last Will, weighed heavily on my chest like a massive stone, making it hard to breathe. Each breath felt like a knife cutting through me, unbearable and painful.
I couldn't imagine how a once beautiful woman could gradually descend into the abyss of despair, like a butterfly with broken wings, ultimately falling into the dark mire.
I couldn't comprehend how a family could be so cruel and heartless for the sake of profit, revealing the ugliness of humanity in such stark detail.
Even more unbearable was the fact that such a tragedy had occurred within my own family, in my ancestral home. It filled me with deep shame and guilt, as if I were part of this evil.
A profound sense of powerlessness washed over me, as if I were lost in a thick fog, unable to find direction or an exit—like a traveler wandering aimlessly in the wilderness, bewildered and helpless.
I began to question what truth I was pursuing. Was it the glory of the family or the sins hidden beneath that glory?
I started to doubt whether my beliefs were right or wrong. Did true justice even exist?
I even began to wonder about myself—did I have the ability to change any of this? Was I merely a powerless bystander?
Aimlessly, I walked through the courtyard of the old house, my steps heavy as if filled with lead. Each step felt like walking on the edge of a blade, causing immense torment.
The flowers and trees in the courtyard swayed gently in the breeze, rustling softly as if whispering something—telling the tragic fate of Jiang Yao, recounting the dark history of our family.
I lifted my gaze to the gray sky above, thick clouds looming ominously, suffocatingly heavy—just like my mood, dark and burdensome.
An inexplicable fear gripped me, as if something terrible was about to happen—like the unsettling calm before a storm, leaving me anxious and apprehensive.
I returned to my room, sat down at my desk, and picked up a pen, intending to write something. Yet, I found my mind completely blank; I couldn't write a single word. My thoughts were tangled like a ball of yarn, impossible to unravel or cut through.
A deep fatigue washed over me, both physically and mentally drained, as if I had been hollowed out. My body and spirit had reached their limits, and all I wanted was to rest properly.
I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes, hoping for some peace, but sleep eluded me. The shadow of Jiang Yao lingered in my mind like a ghost, haunting and tormenting me.
The story of Jiang Yao replayed in my head over and over again, refusing to fade away. Every detail was etched into my memory like a brand, making it impossible for me to forget.
I could almost see Jiang Yao in her wedding dress, tears streaming down her face as she was forced to marry a man she did not love. Her eyes were filled with despair and helplessness.
I could almost hear the screams of her lover, who was killed by an assassin while trying to protect her. The sound was heart-wrenching and chilling.
I could almost feel Jiang Yao's despair, her resentment, her pain—these negative emotions surged like a tide, threatening to drown me.
Suddenly, I opened my eyes wide and sat up in bed. My heart raced violently as if it were about to leap from my chest. My body trembled, cold sweat soaking my clothes.
I felt a wave of suffocation wash over me, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping my throat, making it impossible to breathe. My vision blurred, and a buzzing sound filled my ears.
I gasped for air, desperate for fresh oxygen, but the air was thick with the stench of blood that made me nauseous. It felt as though the scent came from the depths of hell, carrying with it the essence of death.
I stood up and walked to the window, pushing it open in search of fresh air. The cold rain splashed against my face, bringing me back to some semblance of clarity.
Outside, the wind howled fiercely as torrential rain poured down; thunder cracked and lightning flashed as if it were the end of the world. The power of nature was on full display at that moment, mirroring the storm raging within me.
A deep sense of despair enveloped me; it felt as though the entire world had abandoned me. I was like an isolated island, cut off from everything, swallowed by darkness.
What should I do? How should I face all of this? How can I fulfill Jiang Yao's wish? These questions pierced my heart like sharp knives, causing me deep pain.
I found myself engulfed in confusion, unable to find direction or answers. My heart was filled with contradictions and struggles, and I didn't know where to go.
Just then, I heard a knock at the door. The sound was particularly clear in the quiet of the night, pulling me back from my haze.
I walked to the door and opened it, seeing Chen Mo standing outside. Her face was filled with worry and concern.
"Are you okay?" Chen Mo asked with genuine care. Her voice was gentle yet powerful, like a beacon of light illuminating my darkened heart.
I shook my head. My voice was hoarse, as if my throat were blocked, making it hard to speak.
"I'm not okay; I'm not okay at all," I managed to say, my voice heavy with pain and despair.
Chen Mo stepped inside and gently embraced me. Her hug was warm and strong, offering me a glimmer of comfort.
"I know you're not okay; I know you're hurting," Chen Mo said softly but firmly. "But you can't give up. You have to keep going."
I looked up at Chen Mo, her gaze steady and filled with strength. It felt as if she had given me boundless courage, reigniting a spark of hope within me.
"Thank you, Chen Mo," I said, my voice catching in my throat. "Thank you for always being here."
"I will always be here," Chen Mo replied tightly holding me. "No matter what happens, I will always stand by your side."
Her words flowed through me like a warm current, dispelling the fear and despair in my heart, filling me with an overwhelming sense of warmth and safety.
I know I am not alone. I have Chen Mo, Su Wan, and those who care about me. They are my pillars, my source of strength.
I took a deep breath, wiped away my tears, and raised my head to look at Chen Mo. My gaze became resolute; I would no longer be lost or retreat.
"I won't give up. I will persevere," I declared, my voice filled with power and determination.
Chen Mo smiled at me, her smile like a ray of sunshine on a winter day—warm and bright. Her smile gave me boundless hope and strength.
"I believe in you."
As I looked at Chen Mo's smile, my heart brimmed with hope. I knew I could do it; I could overcome all difficulties.
I would fulfill Jiang Yao's wishes. I would uncover the secrets of the old house. I would find my own answers, for Jiang Yao and for myself.
Suddenly, a sharp pain struck my head, and darkness enveloped me as I fainted. My consciousness gradually faded away, ultimately succumbing to a void of blackness.
In my last moments of awareness, I heard Chen Mo's anxious calls—her voice filled with worry and fear, yet it brought me a flicker of warmth.
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