In this way, Lingxi walked between Muyang and Lin Yunhe. Lingxi's high heels tapped the bluestone bricks of the campus, and every step was like tapping on a tight string. She could clearly hear the different breathing rhythms on the left and right sides: Muyang's breath was moist with champagne roses, while Lin Yunhe's breath was wrapped in the coldness of laboratory disinfectant. The shadows of the sycamore trees cut light and dark stripes on the three people, like some kind of ancient divination ritual. She could feel two burning gazes meeting at the side of her neck, as if they were going to burn a hole in her waist under the gauze skirt.
Especially the two school hunks with different styles walking on both sides of Lingxi, it was really too eye-catching, and the rate of turning back was very high. Walking on the road attracted students to look back. The three of them together was a beautiful landscape, the breeze blew across their faces, and the sun shone on them. The three continued to move forward, and the sun cast entangled shadows behind them. Lingxi suddenly remembered the triptych of the Renaissance. She was the soul in the center of the "Last Judgment". On the left was an angel holding a rose, and on the right was a demon holding a scalpel.
Mu Yang's fingers unconsciously rubbed the Ferrari car keys, and the metal teeth marks were deeply embedded in his palms. He stared at the newly dyed caramel-colored highlights in Lingxi's hair, and suddenly remembered what she always said in Paris: "Mist blue and caramel are a perfect match."
Lin Yunhe stared at the shadow on Lingxi's waist that trembled with her steps. The concave arc perfectly matched the pelvic model in his laboratory specimen cabinet. When she turned to greet the students, her hair swept across his sleeves. The instant touch reminded him of the subtle resistance when the scalpel cut open the human fascia.
Soon, after Jiang Lingxi put down her luggage, she came to the coffee shop a few months ago. Time was still, and the scenes a few months ago were repeated one by one, in the same position. But today is different. She must make a choice, otherwise three people will suffer. Mu Yang and Lin Yunhe both looked at Lingxi affectionately, waiting for her to speak. She stirred the coffee in the quilt, and their hearts were like the coffee in the cup, and their hearts were confused. Their whole bodies were tense, like an arrow shot with the times.
Slowly, Lingxi heard Lingxi say: "I..." "Lin Yunhe, actually you saved me from Zhou Yan and didn't touch me. I really thank you very much. To be honest, I mistook you for Mu Yang when I was unconscious due to the aphrodisiac, and I did some shameful things, but I have to thank you for not taking the last step. That was your action telling me that you loved me deeply. I admit that my heart began to waver after that time, and you made waves on my calm surface. So I don't know how to face you, Mu Yang, because I have to be responsible for you. If I continued to be with Mu Yang after the shameful thing happened between you and me, it would be unfair to Mu Yang. People should live openly. So I chose to study abroad for a few months." Lin Yunhe put his hands in his trouser pockets, and slowly clenched them into fists as Yunxi said these words, and his palms were sweaty.
Lin Yunhe lowered his eyes and stared at the ground, his Adam's apple rolled twice, and his shoulders under his suit trembled slightly. He suddenly turned his back to Lingxi, knuckles pressed against his lips and laughed, the laughter was like broken glass.
"Do you think I saved you to hear you say thank you?" He turned around suddenly, his eyes were filled with suppressed dark red, and his tie was clenched into a ball. "When you called Mu Yang's name in my arms that day, do you know how much I hoped you could open your eyes and see?" He suddenly approached Lingxi, the fabric of his suit brushed against Lingxi's exposed wrist "I even want you to stay unconscious forever, so that you won't know...", his Adam's apple rolled heavily, and his leather shoes made a harsh sound on the ground when he took two steps back.
Lingxi turned to Muyang and said, "Muyang, first of all, I want to say sorry to you. This apology is three months late, but I also resent you. Why weren't you the first one to find out that I was missing and not by my side? If you had been the first one to find me and find me in time, there wouldn't have been those things later, and we would still be very happy. Is God jealous of me, so he is testing us?"
"Xixi..." His voice was trembling with a frightening sound, and a tear appeared on the cuff of his clothes when he opened his arms. He suddenly lifted her off the ground, trembling violently with his chin against her collarbone, and hot tears soaked her skin through the sweater. His knees slammed heavily on the ground, but his arms held her tighter, as if to melt the two heartbeats into one. "That day, I thought you only went to the bathroom for such a short time, and nothing would happen. Blame it on me. I should have stayed by your side." His fingertips pinched her lower back fiercely, as if to carve the pain of searching day and night into the bone seams. "Please let me repay you with the rest of my life, okay..."
Xixi recovered and continued, "In fact, in the first half month after arriving abroad, I was awakened by nightmares every night. I tortured myself and lost weight. In my dreams, there were Mu Yang and Lin Yunhe. In the following days, I gradually became busy with academics, which also made me know which of you I wanted to belong to. Thank you, Lin Yunhe, are you willing to be my good friend in the future?"
The moment Lin Yunhe learned that Lingxi's final choice was not his, his heart was suddenly filled with loneliness and helplessness. That strong feeling was like being tightly shrouded by endless darkness, which was so oppressive that it was almost suffocating. He tried his best to suppress the surging pain in his heart, and sent the most sincere and sincere blessings to Lingxi with great difficulty.
After a long time, he slowly said: "I have one last request, I sincerely hope you can agree to it. After this matter is completely over, let it completely become the past... After all, everything seems to be destined, no matter how hard you try, it will be in vain in the end." His voice was full of deep loss, as if every word carried endless sorrow.
Lingxi gently responded with a "hmm", and then said in a gentle voice: "Can you kiss me again? Just think of this as a farewell gift. I want to imprint you deeply on the tip of my heart, so that when I am alone, I can still feel that you are always by my side, giving me warmth and comfort." However, after hearing Lin Yunhe's words, Mu Yang was immediately furious, and the anger was like a violent volcano about to erupt. He almost rushed up and beat Lin Yunhe up desperately.
Fortunately, Lingxi reacted very quickly and pulled him back in time. Then, Lingxi spoke again: "Okay... Thank you for your love. I wish you can meet the person who is truly destined to be with you in the future." Lin Yunhe thought silently in his heart that there will be no more destined people. You are my destined person, but now you will never belong to me. This kind of pain is like countless sharp needles, deeply piercing his heart and making him fall into a situation of unbearable pain.
Lin Yunhe's pupils suddenly contracted in the shadows, and his Adam's apple rolled heavily to swallow some hot emotions. When he suddenly turned around, he brought a gust of wind, and the cherry blossom petals like broken snow rolled in from the window, swirling around the two of them into a bloody vortex. His left hand clasped Lingxi's waist like an iron clamp, and the cufflinks of his custom-made suit scraped across her exposed neck. The fingertips of his right hand caressed the pearl earring he had given her on her earlobe. He suddenly pinched the back of her neck and forced her to look up. His warm knuckles sank into her velvety skin. When their breaths intertwined, he smelled the faint scent of lily of the valley perfume in her hair. A suppressed moan escaped from her throat. The tip of his tongue first gently swept across her trembling lips, as if confirming the existence of some taboo. He suddenly pried open her pearly teeth to attack the city, and the hot tip of his tongue entangled hers, carrying the mellow smell of whiskey and cigar. His knuckles turned white due to excessive force, and his heart under his suit vest collided with his ribs, as if he wanted to melt all the forbearance of the past few months into this deep kiss. Lingxi's knitted skirt was clenched into a wrinkled ball, and his nails scratched the back of his crisp shirt.
Mu Yang's shoes made a harsh friction sound on the floor, and his pupils reflected the figure of the two people embracing each other. He suddenly untied his tie, leaving a red mark on the side of his neck. "Enough!" His voice was like a taut string. He suddenly rushed over and tore apart the two people's intertwined arms. Lin Yunhe was dragged and staggered half a step. Mu Yang protected Lingxi behind him, and the front of his shirt was still stained with the peach lipstick on her lips. His fingers dug deep into his palms and stared at the blood drops dripping from Lin Yunhe on the floor.
Lin Yunhe suddenly turned around and knocked open the carved wooden door at the entrance. The March wind swept in with cherry blossom petals. His back paused at the door frame for a moment, and the fist hanging at his side finally loosened. The deep crescent-shaped blood marks on his palms dripped onto the white marble floor and disappeared from their sight.
At this moment, Mu Yang hugged Jiang Lingxi tightly, his eyes turned red due to the strong emotional stimulation, like a hungry wolf. At the same time, his heart was full of fear, worried that Xixi would regret it and no longer want him. His body trembled slightly, and he said with deep affection in his voice: "Baby, you are finally back to me again. I really miss you so much that my bones ache. Let's go back to our little nest first. I have so many things to say to you..."