flstandardbreds Chapter 167 Help her, feel sorry for her
Chapter 167 Help her, feel sorry for her
Qin Huai was leisurely sipping the bottle of slightly steaming mineral water in his hand when he inadvertently caught a glimpse of an elegant figure slowly approaching from the corner of his eye.
That was Ye Wanqing, wearing a simple white ski suit. She was like the purest snowflakes in winter, blending silently into this world covered in silver.
He raised one eyebrow slightly and looked around naturally, intending to find Lin Xuan, who was inseparable from Ye Wanqing on weekdays, but was shocked to find that the familiar figure had quietly disappeared from his sight.
Qin Huai tutted softly, a playful smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, and then waved the snow stick in his hand and greeted Ye Wanqing who was walking slowly towards him:
"Hey, Ye Wanqing, we have a deep connection. Wouldn't it be a bit too polite if you don't sign your new book for me?"
His tone was relaxed, a bit teasing, but also contained some sincerity.
Ye Wanqing gently leaned her ski pole against the guardrail and took the bottle of mineral water from Qin Huai. The moment their fingertips touched, she whispered, "Thank you."
Her voice was soft, yet seemed to carry a barely perceptible tremor. As the cold liquid slid down her throat, she frowned slightly, her face turning slightly pale. Clearly, this sudden chill was not to her liking.
She did not respond to Qin Huai's words, but just took a sip of water in her mouth, then leaned aside, looking into the distance with empty eyes, as if the whole world had stopped at this moment.
Her silence is like the quiet surface of a lake in winter, making it impossible to glimpse the waves beneath.
Although Qin Huai was a chatterbox, he also knew how to read people's expressions. He keenly noticed that Ye Wanqing was acting unusually today, so he wisely chose to remain silent.
He stuffed the half-drunk bottle of mineral water back into his backpack, picked up his ski poles, pushed off gently, and slid away to look for the absent Lin Xuan.
After some searching, Qin Huai finally found Lin Xuan in another corner of the ski resort. He was slowly skiing towards him from not far away, with a look of concentration and contemplation on his face.
Seeing this, Qin Huai couldn't help but shake his head and said in a somewhat blaming tone, "Hey, Lin Xuan, Ye Wanqing is in the rest area right now. I just tried to talk to her, but she didn't say a word. I see she's not in a good mood. Isn't this a great opportunity for you to show off?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan subconsciously glanced in the direction of the rest area, but the distance was too far and he could only see a vague picture.
Seeing this, Qin Huai tapped his shoulder gently with his snow stick: "What are you looking at? Go and comfort her!"
Lin Xuan gave him a meaningful look in return. That look made Qin Huai's heart tremble, and he straightened his back involuntarily: "What are you looking at me with? I'm just worried that you'll be single for the rest of your life!"
Lin Xuan frowned slightly, as if remembering something: "Where's Zhao Jinyu? Isn't he with you?"
"No, he's not here." As soon as Qin Huai finished speaking, Lin Xuan turned around and slid towards the rest area without hesitation.
Looking at Lin Xuan's receding figure, Qin Huai tutted softly, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "This kid is not too slow."
Lin Xuan quickly arrived at the rest area and saw Ye Wanqing's lonely figure from afar. She was leaning quietly on the guardrail, with a strange woman standing beside her.
Although Ye Wanqing's expression could not be seen clearly, the woman's movements were extremely clear. She was tapping Ye Wanqing's shoulder gently with her ski pole, as if telling her something.
Lin Xuan had an ominous premonition in his heart. He quickened his pace, slid into the rest area, stopped gliding, walked straight to Qin Huai's bag, and picked up a bottle of mineral water.
Three or four meters away from Ye Wanqing, he stopped and drank water leisurely while silently observing her out of the corner of his eye.
At this moment, a clear and slightly sharp voice broke the silence around them: "Ye Wanqing, what are you daydreaming about? Why, you can't even speak a word?"
That was Zhang Duoer's voice. She obviously didn't expect to meet Ye Wanqing here.
Ever since that incident, she never took the initiative to look for Ye Wanqing again, but deep down in her heart, she was still unwilling to believe that Ye Wanqing would be such a heartless person.
However, she could never get over Ye Wanqing's disappearance during those six months, especially the fact that she disappeared without a trace the day after Su Junyan was buried. The resentment was like a huge rock weighing on her heart, making it difficult for her to calm down.
This question was like a heavy stone, weighing heavily on Zhang Duoer's heart, and had kept her tossing and turning for several nights, unable to fall asleep.
Today, at this unexpected moment, seeing Ye Wanqing's calm and almost indifferent face, her anger was like a piece of dry wood that was ignited, burning fiercely in an instant, and she could no longer suppress it.
No matter how she questioned or tried to get an answer from Ye Wanqing, Ye Wanqing just stood there quietly, as if she had lost the ability to speak, as silent as the quiet surface of a lake in winter, without any ripples.
The anger in Zhang Duoer's heart burned more and more fiercely like a flame fanned by a strong wind. She could no longer tolerate this silent treatment and approached Ye Wanqing directly.
Originally, they kept a polite distance between them, but now, Zhang Duoer was almost touching the tip of Ye Wanqing's nose, her voice trembling with anger:
"Is Su Junyan not good to you? He loved you so much, but you caused him to lose his life. Even when he passed away, you were unwilling to see him off. Ye Wanqing, is your heart really made of iron and stone?"
The sunlight shone through the clouds and fell on the snow, flashing a dazzling light, but Ye Wanqing felt an unprecedented chill rising from the bottom of her heart and quickly spreading throughout her body.
Zhang Duoer's words were like a sharp blade, cutting through her heart and leaving invisible scars.
She stared at Zhang Duoer's face which was twisted with anger, and watched her lips opening and closing constantly, but she seemed to be in a silent world. Zhang Duoer's words were like the sound of the wind in the distance, vague and distant. She seemed to hear them, but also seemed not to have heard them.
Strangely, the sound of the wind and the laughter of the skiers around her were so clear in her ears, but she could not clearly catch Zhang Duoer's accusations.
No, she actually heard Zhang Duoer accusing her of killing Su Junyan.
This accusation was like a bolt from the blue, and Ye Wanqing's heart sank to the bottom in an instant.
At this moment, the sun was still high in the sky, but Ye Wanqing felt a chill rising from the soles of her feet and quickly spreading throughout her body, making her limbs stiff and almost unable to move.
She stood there, letting Zhang Duoer shake her body. She heard the sound of the wind, the discussions of the people around her, and Zhang Duoer's angry and desperate questioning.
Ye Wanqing opened her eyes wide, as if she saw the bottomless abyss again, swallowing her up.
"Ye Wanqing, why are you pretending to be deaf? Speak to me! Why don't you want to see him off for the last time?"
Seeing that Ye Wanqing still kept her lips tightly shut and said nothing, Zhang Duoer became extremely angry. She reached out and grabbed Ye Wanqing's shoulders, shaking her hard.
Ye Wanqing's silence made Zhang Duoer feel completely ignored and disregarded. Her anger exploded instantly like ignited gasoline.
She looked at Ye Wanqing's indifferent face, and was so angry that she raised her hand and wanted to slap her.
However, her hand did not fall on Ye Wanqing's face, because a strong hand grabbed her wrist and pushed her away fiercely.
Zhang Duoer fell to the ground in the snow. She looked up at the man who had pushed her down. It was Lin Xuan, Ye Wanqing's ex-husband. His eyes were like a cold blade, piercing the bone: "Get lost."
Zhang Duoer was stunned by his gaze, and an inexplicable fear surged in her heart. She hurriedly got up, picked up her ski poles, and slid to the side.
Before leaving, she looked back at Ye Wanqing and Lin Xuan standing beside her, and a strong feeling of dissatisfaction and unwillingness surged in her heart.
How can Lin Xuan compare to Su Junyan?
Zhang Duoer was indignant in her heart. She wanted to continue questioning, but when she met Lin Xuan's cold gaze again, she felt an inexplicable fear. She didn't dare to stay for a moment and stumbled away.
Lin Xuan approached Ye Wanqing and realized that something was wrong with her.
She was trembling, her face was as pale as a piece of paper, and her lips were almost bleeding from being bitten by her.
He frowned, pressed his finger gently under her lower lip, and said in a low and gentle voice: "If you bite it again, it will break."
When his fingers touched Ye Wanqing's cheek, Lin Xuan realized that her face was as cold as ice. He instinctively wanted to touch her cheek, but he only touched her gloves. He then remembered that she had already put on gloves.
"Ye Wanqing?" He called her name in a low voice, his voice full of worry and concern.
Ye Wanqing's eyes moved. She stared at Lin Xuan blankly, her voice as soft as a mosquito: "Lin Xuan."
Her voice was barely audible, and if you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't even notice the trembling in her last tone. She called his name, then lowered her head again, her lips moving slightly.
Lin Xuan leaned over and only then heard her two words, so weak that they were almost inaudible: "I'm cold."
It seemed as if she had used up all her strength to say these two words. They floated gently into Lin Xuan's ears, but they were like a heavy hammer hitting his heart, making him feel suffocating pain.
"Don't slide if you're cold." Lin Xuan's voice was low and firm. His words were like a warm current, warming Ye Wanqing's cold heart.
Ye Wanqing nodded gently: "No more slipping."
She was so cold that she almost lost consciousness.
Lin Xuan took her back to the rest area and quickly took off his ski equipment. Ye Wanqing was also taking off her own equipment, but her movements were slow and weak.
"Let me do it." Lin Xuan said, squatting in front of Ye Wanqing and helping her take off her skis.
Then came the knee pads, wrist guards, and the gloves on her hands. When the gloves were taken off, Lin Xuan touched Ye Wanqing's hand, and his index finger trembled involuntarily.
Her hands were as cold as ice in winter, without a trace of warmth.