Chapter 13

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“My grandfather had told me that the girl had no home and just a few friends, that no one would pay her any mind. So I thought she was a good choice for me and my experiment. I secretly observed her and collected enough data for the experience. After a while, I gave her the antidote. But… One night when I woke up from my sleep with a lot of scars, I knew I had failed.”

“The same antidote that had worked the other times, for an unknown reason, didn’t work on people. That girl must have been hurt, so I was also in pain. I had to ask my teacher for help. He is the most famous medical professor in China, he helped me by sending letters to famous scientists all over the world. They were all very interested in the experiment and they immediately set up a base in Nepal to try to find an antidote. ”

“Qin Ge was quick to notice so he asked me about it. I told him to wait for me for five years. If they couldn’t find the antidote in those five years, I would come back and never leave him again. I knew he was really angry with me because he didn’t even say a word when I left. Later on, I learned from Lin Siwei that he had been going out with a lot of women, I was sad. But after some time, I knew he had forgiven me. I had received a call from my grandfather saying that he had started dating that girl. Every day, data from that girl would arrive in Nepal. He was protecting me that way.”

“Have you finished your damn story?”

Hai Lan thought that apart from the tense breathing, the mourning hall was silent; otherwise, how was she able to interrupt Lin Yu so softly, yet it sounded so loud and abrupt.

She could see the pity in people’s eyes, they were no longer filled with scorn and contempt. She preferred the latter, she didn’t want their pity. The voices became louder, roaring… But, she was numb to the sadness or anger within her.

She looked at the professor lightly, his wrinkled face was full of guilt. It turned out that Lin Yu’s grandfather was him, and even his kindness was fake.

She squinted her eyes to look at the photos in the hall, she wanted to see him clearer, her Qin Ge. It turned out that the three years they were together couldn’t even count as her compensation.

He, who quietly listened to her archaeological stories;

He, who would hand her a cup of tea when she had to stay up late at night to do researching;

He, who would always stand in the train station or the airport every time she came back from investigations;

He, who would frown whenever she said she was saving money to pay for her tuition after the graduation….

It was all fake, every single thing of their three years, the happiness was all fake. She was the only one who had taken it seriously. She had never understood the fact that he would always kiss her softly and wildly. He would stroke every inch of her skin, but he would never sleep with her… So, that was the reason.

She calmly watched as the handkerchief in her hand slipped and fell. Why would she hold things that don’t belong to her so tightly? At this moment, she wasn’t sure if she hated him, but she knows, she was crazy to keep on loving him.

She wanted to cry, like everyone else in the mourning hall, but she didn’t have the right to do so. Qin Ge was not hers.

He had never been.