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Finally, fresh corn cobs were added. After covering the pot, the aroma quickly filled the entire villa.
Sometimes I wanted to learn how to cook, but she always smiled and said, "Miss, you don't need to cook yourself."
"In the future, if you want to eat, just come find me," Aunt Li said.
She probably didn't realize how difficult it was for me to leave this mansion. The Canary cage, though luxurious, was still a cage. Perhaps I would never have another chance to step out of here in my lifetime.
Later, Aunt Li made duck soup, adding some dried papaya. It was rich and delicious, just what I craved at that moment. I couldn't help but want another serving.
Aunt Li took away the bowls and chopsticks, softly saying, "The soup is finished."
Maybe it was just my imagination, but I felt her eyes seemed a bit red today. Then again, isn't it normal for older people to have red eyes?
That day's memories were like a tangled mess.
About half an hour later, a sudden sharp pain shot through my lower abdomen, as if a giant stone was pulling me down from within.
I hoarsely called out for Long Qi, but there was no response.
The pain came quickly and fiercely; cold sweat soaked my back. I soon found it hard to stand and accidentally knocked over the aroma diffuser on the table.
The scalding essential oil splashed onto the back of my hand, but that pain was nothing compared to the agony in my abdomen.
It felt as if an invisible hand was churning violently inside me; I could feel sticky blood seeping through under my skirt.
The excruciating pain rendered me speechless; my whole body felt icy cold while the blood gushed out like boiling water.
With a loud crash, the aroma diffuser fell to the ground, and I suddenly realized the hidden meaning behind Aunt Li's earlier words.
When she said "the soup is finished," she was actually hinting at "don't drink anymore."
I never knew a body could bleed so much.
Lying on the cold marble floor, I remembered that flame which once warmed me.
My Bodyguard, where have you gone?
This time, you weren't there to catch me.
Every second of excruciating pain felt like an eternity. I lost track of time until someone broke through the window and lifted me from the ground. Long Qi, always agile, was now gasping for breath, his heartbeat thunderous against my ear.
I clutched his suit tightly, wanting to ask where he had been, why there was more sweat on his forehead than on mine, and why he couldn't hear me calling for him. But the pain crashed over me like waves, drowning me in agony. I had endured for so long, and now that he was finally here, my heart calmed slightly as I said, "Long Qi, it hurts so much. Am I going to die?"
He assured me I wouldn't, but his grip around me was tight and trembling. The pain reached a peak that brought a strange sense of detachment, as if my soul were being torn in two—one half lost in a haze, the other shockingly alert.
I even found myself thinking that as he carried me away in a rush, my carefully styled hair must be a mess. But it didn't matter; Long Qi looked just as disheveled, every inch of skin I could touch soaked with sweat and blood.
We descended rapidly in the elevator, passing through the brightly lit lobby. The taste of freedom was unexpectedly sweet. The night sky stretched endlessly above us, dotted with stars, the crescent moon hanging like a hook. How beautiful it was.
Yet here I was, in such dire circumstances. Who could tell me why fate was so cruel?
When I awoke again, my head rested on a soft silk pillow, covered by a luxurious down comforter. The bed curtains hung low, and a crystal wind chime dangled from the curtain hook. I found myself in the master bedroom of the the Song Family.
The pain had subsided, as if everything from last night had been nothing but a nightmare. My body felt weak as I struggled to reach down and touch my abdomen—it was flat as ever, unchanged from before.
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