Chapter 102 - To Crumble and to Weep (1/2)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The sunlight seeped through the curtains, indirectly shining into the VIP wardroom. In a piece of clarity, the dust particles floated in the fragments of sunlight, dancing to the special symbol belonging to life.
A pure, elegant fragrance of the viburnum tree wafted in the air as Wen Xinya remained unconscious, her face as white as a sheet. The rays of the sun gently caressed her face, making her look so transparent that it was as though she would break in a second.
“Mm!” She let out a sound. Her long lashes were like the shivering wings of a butterfly, slowly opening gracefully and beautifully. Her gaze was slightly vacant as if she was not fully awakened yet.
“Xinya, you’re awake?” Guarding her bed was Old Master Mo, who grabbed her hand in excitement.
He had already been briefed about what had happened by Ninth Si’s assistant yesterday. Xinya was kidnapped by the boss of Sunshine Newspaper, Fu Tianyang, and was nearly overdosed with highly concentrated drugs. Xinya had undergone severe trauma, and her emotions were constantly unstable, even exhibiting symptoms like she was high on drugs and withdrawal symptoms.
After being notified, he hurriedly rushed to the hospital. The Xu Family’s second young master Xu Zhenyu had been by her side all the while as she lied on the bed, her pale face as white as the bedsheets she was resting upon and beyond weak.
“Xinya, do you feel unwell?” Old Master Mo saw her spacing out on the bed, her face stoic. The scene made him worry.
Everything that happened in the stone cottage flooded into her mind like tidal waves, splitting her head apart. In her head, Pu Pu Pu sounds reverberated unceasingly.
She instinctively held her hands up to cover her head. Fu Tianyang’s face was twisted with a strange kind of madness, the kind of insanity that gnawed at your bones with hostility. There was also the pallet, filled with those types of equipment she was once familiar with. Fu Tianyang grabbed her by the arm and injected the needle into her arm, allowing the drug to seep into her consciousness slowly. She shook her head like she was insane. “Don’t, don’t…”
Old Master Mo swiftly held her hand. His heart ached as he held her in his embrace, and his wrinkled hands gently patted her back. “Xinya, it’s alright now. You’re now in a hospital. It’s all in the past now.”
“Don’t…” Wen Xinya yelled wildly, struggling non-stop in Old Master Mo’s arms.
“Xinya, it’s me, Grampy. It’s alright now. It’s really alright now.” Old Master Mo hugged her tightly, afraid that she would hurt herself.
“Gram… Grampy!” Wen Xinya’s agitated emotions slightly calmed, abruptly pushing Old Master Mo away and frantically pulling up her sleeves in fear. She checked her snow-white arm, checking one then the other.
“Xinya, Ninth Si saved you in the nick of time. You were not injected with the drug.” Old Master Mo saw her actions and explained.
However, Wen Xinya was too agitated to listen. Her gaze was concentrated on checking every spot on both of her arms. Only when she realized there were no intrusions of any needle upon her skin, she abruptly shouted. “I want a mirror, mirror… Give me a mirror!”
Old Master Mo did not know why she wanted a mirror, but seeing her emotions this stirred, he hurriedly ran outside of the ward. He pulled a passing nurse and requested a mirror.
The nurse took a mirror from her own pocket and handed it to him.
Old Master Mo briskly returned to the ward and saw Wen Xinya scuttling around the room bare-footed, swiping anything she could get a hold of to the ground. The neat ward was in a complete mess. “Mirror, where is the mirror? I want a mirror…”
Old Master Mo went to support her without delay, placing the mirror in her hand. “The mirror is here.”
Wen Xinya hastily opened the small portable mirror. The person in the mirror had no sunken eyes, no wax-yellow skin, no bony structure, no dyed yellow bob hair, and no heavy makeup!