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My breath was stolen by him, rapid gasps, yet he showed no signs of letting up. It was as if the long-suppressed river finally found its outlet, rushing forth, unstoppable by anyone.
My entire body felt soft and weak, leaning against him, allowing him to hold me with both hands, letting him take whatever he wanted.
I don't know how long it lasted before Xiao Minxing slowly moved his lips away and then shifted to my ear, his tone as gentle as water: "Yes, just like that. You were like this last night."
I looked up at him, wanting to push him away, but my hands had no strength to resist. They rested on his chest without any hint of defiance, almost as if I were giving him some kind of silent signal.
However, he did not go further. He lifted his head and helped me back to my separated study room, placing me on the soft couch while he sat on the edge, still blocking me in the innermost part, making it impossible for me to escape.
"Before this, I told you about Su Qian, right?" Xiao Minxing said as he looked at me.
The mention of him made my mind clear up a bit, and I struggled to sit up straight, staring blankly at the person in front of me.
His gaze darkened instantly. He straightened up and even moved a little away from me before reluctantly saying, "The moment I mention him, you get so tense. Why is that?"
Why? Isn’t it because I’m afraid of making him angry? What if he goes crazy here again?
Though he didn’t say it outright, I knew from experience that Su Qian was his Achilles' heel. As long as it involved that person, Xiao Minxing would be like an enraged lion—untouchable.
Of course, I couldn’t explain myself either because that would only make things worse. I feared that before I could clarify anything, he would be so furious that he might want to kill me.
In this situation, all I could do was remain silent and wait for him to continue.
Xiao Minxing paused for a moment before saying, "Back then when you were so eager to divorce me, you wouldn’t listen to anything I said. You even came up with lies like the child being someone else's. Sometimes I think your mind isn’t just a little empty; it’s practically a beehive."
This kind of talk was quite fresh; it was just that the way he insulted me felt a bit harsh.
"If I had refused to divorce you all along, given your mindset, you would have inevitably chosen to be with Su Qian in the end, right?" When Xiao Minxing asked this question, his head was lowered.
He did not look at me, and his voice was somewhat suppressed, as if he was very unwilling to admit it, but there was nothing he could do.
What he said was the truth; we had originally planned it this way, but I didn't know how he found out these details.
"You two might have really had nothing going on, but with me pushing you, it will eventually become an unmanageable situation. I don't want to push you further away, so even if I know everything, under those circumstances, I can only make that choice."
After Xiao Minxing said this, he finally lifted his head. When he looked at me again, there was a faint sadness in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth still held a slight smile.
I couldn't quite describe the feeling in my heart. Perhaps others would have seen through this situation long ago, but I hadn't. I probably had a hole in my brain like Xiao Minxing said, so I hadn't thought through what needed to be clear; instead, I often got tangled up in trivial matters.
I didn't even know his purpose for telling me everything. Even if he said nothing, he was already living here. Besides being careful not to make him angry, I truly had no other plans.
He leaned forward slightly and rubbed my cheek with his thumb. It was then that I realized I had been crying without knowing when it started, and even the reason for my tears was unclear.
In a hurry, I wiped my face with my sleeve and tried to sort out my thoughts as I looked at him and said, "In the few months of marriage, I've made you so angry that you've almost fallen ill several times. I don't want you to continue like this. Besides divorce, you won't let me go; I... have no other way."
To my surprise, Xiao Minxing nodded knowingly: "I know. That's why I'm letting go in time; otherwise, the consequences would exceed my expectations."
"You know?"
"Of course. The illness started because of you, and the relapses are also because of you. No one knows this better than me; even Doctor advised me to stay away from you." Xiao Minxing said this with a smile still on his lips.
But what I heard felt like my heart was being ripped out. How much hatred did we have between us? That it could drive him to madness and cause relapses just by seeing me.
But if that were the case, why did he still try every means to live with me?
I couldn't understand and could only ask Xiao Minxing.
His eyes swept over me and looked out at the darkening night outside for a long time before saying, "Because Doctor also said that emotional knots need emotional remedies. Since it started because of you, whether I can get better also depends on your performance."
Surprise, shock, confusion, and indescribable emotions flashed through my mind in succession. I stared at him for a long time before asking, "What do you mean? This illness was caused by my anger, and now I have to take responsibility for curing you?"
Xiao Minxing finally shifted his gaze back to me, fixing it on my face with utmost seriousness as he said, "Yes, so do you understand how heavy your task is now?"
I didn't know. I had only seen this kind of reasoning on television. In real life, when someone is sick, they should be handed over to a doctor. Moreover, he still hadn't told me why he gets sick when he sees me. How could I possibly treat him?
Before I could voice these questions, Xiao Minxing spoke up first.
"The marriage thing was your deception, and now you're using the child to deceive me again. So these are the sources of my anger. If you want to cure me, you must first be honest with me. You need to tell me everything—any thoughts or concerns—so that I have no suspicions about you. Only then can I gradually relax and also increase my trust in others."
He spoke with an expression of utmost seriousness; the earlier smile had vanished. It seemed that this was probably something his psychologist had told him, so I hurriedly asked, "And then?"
"Then I won't be angry with you anymore, and won't the illness gradually get better?"
"But I'm really stupid. Didn't you get angry before because I'm stupid?"
Xiao Minxing squeezed his eyes shut tightly for a moment. When he opened them again, his expression was even more serious than before: "Then just be smarter from now on. If you really can't be smart, that's okay too. Just consult me about everything; that way I can help you come up with smart ideas. Isn't that a win-win situation?"
It seemed reasonable; everything he said made sense. But I still felt like something was off.
How could someone get better just by being honest with him? And this was a chronic illness that had persisted for years—could it really be that easy to treat?
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