Chapter 7 Han Zheng’s Outburst
For a whole month Han Zheng treated me especially badly.
He left early and came back late, never giving me a good look.
My entire heart was wrapped around him. One frown from him was enough to torture me alive.
At the time I did not know why. I really thought it was the seven-year itch he kept mentioning during our fights.
I even searched on all kinds of platforms for how to survive the seven-year itch.
I learned to change little by little. I forced myself to talk more and be lively. I took him to places we had never been. In bed I tried all kinds of new things.
But he would only brush me off with one line: "No feeling anymore."
Again and again I patched up my shattered heart and offered it to him fresh. He threw it away every single time.
As if he did not know my heart could hurt too.
I wanted to get back at him, to let him feel the pain. But one look at his sad eyes and my anger died out.
Han Zheng was pale. A ring of red circled his eyes. His beautiful eyes held a watery mist, carrying a fragile beauty.
It had the power to soften anyone's heart in a instant.
"Who else could I be thinking of?" I sighed. My voice softened without meaning to. "I just smoked, that's why I didn't kiss you."
I pulled Han Zheng into my arms. I held the person I had thought about day and night these past few days.
He had lost weight.
His complexion looked bad too.
The aunt at home was keeping an eye on him for me. But with me away I could not relax leaving him alone.
Forget it. When retaliating against the person you love, the heartache comes double.
I hugged him tightly and buried my head in the crook of his neck. "Han Zheng, I'll get you the best doctors. I'll stay with you and make sure you recover properly."
"Let's stop all this messing around, okay?"
The person in my arms stiffened. I could feel him fighting hard to control his trembling.
But just as I reached to hold his hand, I heard his sneer.
"You don't think I broke up with you because of my health, do you?"
"Don't flatter yourself."
I stood frozen in place as Han Zheng pushed me away.
"I just suddenly realized life is short. I don't want to keep wronging myself by staying with you."
"I'm only twenty-four. I've been controlled by you like a prisoner for six years. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't even go far away. Life had no meaning at all. Do you want me to waste away with you until I die?"
"Jiang Zhong, I've had enough. I've really fucking had enough of you, you know?"
Listening to his hysterical accusations, my heart felt ripped open. Cold wind poured straight in.
Yes, I had controlled him strictly. I feared for his health. I feared enemy revenge. I kept him away from anything or anyone dangerous.
I had also worried he found me old-fashioned and boring. That I kept him trapped by my side, missing out on the energy and vitality of people his age.
But back then he had wrapped his arms around my waist and rubbed against me. He joked that I kept him like a canary and asked if I could control him for a lifetime.
"Really?"
A sourness rose in my throat. I pressed it down hard to keep my voice from cracking.
"Tell Gege the truth. Do you really... hate me this much?"