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Bone Deep Tenderness
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Crimson blood dripped through my fingers, spreading across the pristine floor like blooming Red Spider Lilies. The doctor's regretful voice echoed in my ears: "Miss Lin, you only have three months left." I merely smiled lightly at the mirror, calmly wiping the blood from my hands and covering my increasingly pale lips with bright lipstick.
Today marked the return of Shi Ann's white moonlight, the day he promised to accompany me to visit my mother's grave. Once again, he stood me up. This was the hundredth time he had broken his word, but I no longer cared.
The chill of late autumn reminded me of the coldness in the cemetery, where the desolate wind stirred fallen leaves, creating a rustling sound. In the distance, my uncle and cousin had already arrived. Their expressions were solemn as they gently wiped my mother's gravestone. I used to feel pity for my mother; it had only been a year since her passing, and those who came to visit her had dwindled to almost none. Now, I found her incredibly fortunate. At least she still had her blood-related son remembering her. As her only daughter with that cold-blooded father, married to a man who did not love me, who would remember me after I was gone?
I tightened my thin coat around me and hurried forward, placing the white chrysanthemums and lilies I had brought in front of my mother's gravestone. "Why did you come alone?" my uncle asked with some confusion. "Um, he has something going on at his company," I replied in a low voice, trying to appear unfazed as I lowered my gaze.
"But when we arrived, I saw your husband downstairs at Feast Restaurant with someone..."
"Shut up! No one thinks you're mute if you don't speak!" My cousin's words were cut off by my uncle's stern reprimand. I pretended not to hear and slowly knelt down, gently caressing the cold gravestone with fingers as delicate as chopsticks.
"Mom, I'm here to see you," I whispered softly, unable to hold back my sobs. My uncle sighed and gently patted my shoulder in silent comfort.
After the worship ended, I politely declined my uncle and cousin's offer to drive me home, choosing instead to walk alone. The late autumn sun shone down on me, yet it brought no warmth; instead, it added a touch of desolation.
Upon returning home, I pushed open the door and was greeted by the sight of Shi Ann and Song Wan sitting on the sofa, laughing and chatting. Song Wan elegantly crossed her legs, holding a glass of red wine, her smile enchanting. After seven years apart, she still looked stunning; every smile and frown made Shi Ann lose his composure.
A rare tenderness graced Shi Ann's face, his eyes filled with affection. My heart felt as if it were being pricked by needles, each pang sharper than the last. I took a deep breath, striving to remain calm as I ignored them heading upstairs, only to be called back by Shi Ann.
Hearing the commotion, he immediately stood up, his demeanor still composed. "Lin Jingshu, you're back. Wan just returned to the country, so I brought her home to rest for a bit." He rarely addressed me by my full name, and now, in front of his beloved, the distance between us was painfully clear.
"You two carry on; I'm going upstairs to rest," I replied calmly, my hands clenched tightly at my sides, nails digging into my flesh—a pain that paled in comparison to the ache in my heart.
Song Wan noticed and a fleeting smirk appeared at the corner of her mouth. She deliberately stepped in front of me and said with a hint of feigned regret, "Xiao Shu, you’re finally back! Don’t misunderstand; Shi Ann was worried I might tire myself out and brought me here to sit for a while. You know my health has never been good."
As she spoke, she swayed slightly as if about to faint.
Considering my presence, Shi Ann refrained from reaching out to support her. I didn’t look at her; instead, I fixed my gaze on Shi Ann and said, "It's fine; treat this place like your own home."
With that, I took a deep breath, forcing myself to maintain an air of composure as I turned and walked toward the stairs. One step, two steps, three steps… each one felt like walking on the edge of a blade—painful and unbearable.
Their heartfelt performance made me feel nauseous, as if I were the villain tearing apart a pair of lovers. But I was his wife—the legitimate wife who had stood by him for seven years.
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