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Truth Under the Moonlight: Unveiling My Mother's Death
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Lu Yunting felt as if all the blood in his body surged to the top of his head. The photo slipped from his fingertips, floating lightly to the carpet, yet it felt like a heavy stone crashing down on his heart. The image of his mother lying in a pool of blood on that rainy night five years ago resurfaced vividly in his mind, and the helplessness and despair from that time overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.
"Yunting, what's wrong?" Lin Feng pushed the door open and saw Lu Yunting sitting stiffly on the sofa, his face pale and beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He hurried over and asked with concern.
Lu Yunting took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart, gripping the photo tightly in his hand. His voice was low and hoarse: "Lin Feng, my mom... could there be more to what happened five years ago?"
Lin Feng paused for a moment, then realized something, his expression turning serious. He glanced around and lowered his voice to ask, "What did you find out? Who gave you the photo?"
Lu Yunting did not answer but handed the photo to Lin Feng. Lin Feng took the photo and examined it closely; his expression gradually darkened.
"You suspect..." Lin Feng hesitated. He knew how much Lu Yunting had been affected by his mother's death five years ago, but the police had closed the case. Now that old matters were being brought up again, he worried it would reopen Lu Yunting's wounds.
"Before my mom had her accident, I clearly heard her say on the phone, 'Don't hurt Yunting'..." Lu Yunting clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms. "But after the police investigation, they said it was just an ordinary traffic accident."
"Don't worry; I'll check who has been in the lounge," Lin Feng reassured him with a pat on Lu Yunting's shoulder before getting up to inquire with the staff.
Lu Yunting leaned weakly against the sofa, his mind racing with thoughts. Scenes from five years ago flashed before him—the image of his mother, her voice and smile, that plea of "Don't hurt Yunting" turned into sharp blades that painfully pierced his heart.
"No suspicious individuals have entered the lounge," Lin Feng returned and shook his head gravely.
Lu Yunting furrowed his brow. Could he be overthinking this? Just then, a sudden urgent ringtone broke through the silence. He picked up his phone; an unfamiliar number appeared on the screen.
"Hello?" Lu Yunting answered the call, a slight tremor detectable in his voice.
"To know the truth, come alone to Starsea Dock. Remember, do not call the police..." A cold voice came from the other end of the line before hanging up.
Lu Yunting suddenly stood up, his fingers gripping the phone so tightly that they turned slightly white. He didn't know who had called, but his intuition told him that this call was connected to that photo and related to his mother's death.
"What's wrong?" Lin Feng noticed Lu Yunting's unusual behavior and asked anxiously.
Lu Yunting took a deep breath, a look of determination flashing in his eyes as he said in a low voice, "I need to go to Starsea Dock."
Lin Feng immediately realized the seriousness of the situation. He grabbed Lu Yunting's arm urgently, saying, "No! It's too dangerous! Who knows who's behind this! What if it's a trap?"
Lu Yunting forcefully shook off Lin Feng's hand, his gaze resolute. "I have to go! If this really has something to do with five years ago, I can't just sit back and do nothing!" His tone was firm, showing no sign of wavering.
"But..." Lin Feng tried to persuade him again but was interrupted by Lu Yunting.
"There are no 'buts'! If I don't go today, I will regret it for the rest of my life!" With that, he rushed out without looking back. Watching Lu Yunting's retreating figure, Lin Feng sighed helplessly; he knew he couldn't stop him.
As night fell, Starsea City lit up with dazzling lights that illuminated the bustling metropolis but failed to penetrate the darkness deep within the dock. Starsea Dock, once busy with activity, now lay quiet, with only dim streetlights scattered across the empty pier and the sea breeze howling past, bringing a chill.
Lu Yunting tightened his coat and walked briskly toward the end of the dock. In the dim light, a slender figure leaned against the railing, seemingly gazing at the shimmering sea in the distance.
"Yuqing..." Lu Yunting called tentatively, his voice filled with complex emotions—surprise, confusion, and an indescribable sense of anticipation.
The figure turned around, revealing a familiar yet unfamiliar face. After five years apart, Su Yuqing had lost a lot of weight, and her once fair skin showed signs of wear, but the clear light in her eyes still sparkled with the familiar glow of Lu Yunting.
Su Yuqing walked up to Lu Yunting, tears welling in her eyes, her voice hoarse: "You came."
Lu Yunting said nothing, just quietly looked at her. Five years was enough time to change many things; the former lovers were now like strangers, yet upon their reunion, the feelings deep within could not be severed.
"I know you have many questions." Su Yuqing took a deep breath, as if making a significant decision, her tone becoming resolute. "Five years ago, I left you on purpose."
"What did you say?" Lu Yunting looked at Su Yuqing in disbelief. He had always thought that he had sacrificed love for his dreams, never considering that the truth could be so cruel.
Su Yuqing's tears could no longer be held back and slid down her cheeks. She choked out, "Five years ago, someone came to me and said that your mother's death was not an accident but a deliberate murder..."
"What?!!" Lu Yunting felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He grabbed Su Yuqing's shoulders, his expression agitated. "Why didn't you say this earlier?!!"
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