Don't Say You're Heartless (Modern Edition)

12 Parents

"It's them who don't want me."

When it came to family, Yang Qiong could no longer remain detached. For so many years, she had ventured out alone and leaving her hometown behind. She bore all the hardships, sweat, and blood by herself. Her family had never given her any support, which she didn't mind. However, every time she returned home, her parents and siblings always treated her as if she were a guest—cautiously and with reserve. She wasn't particularly an observant person, but she wasn't oblivious to such things either. Over time, she became reluctant to return. What was there to go back to? She wasn't someone who was missed or cherished.

"Yang Qiong..." Shen Qiuhua hugged her tightly, feeling a pang of sympathy.

Yang Qiong smiled, "Having you is enough for me now. Qiuhua, I've been alone for too long."

She had been lonely for so long, but fortunately, fate had been kind, and let her met Shen Qiuhua.

Both carried their own pasts filled with pain. But perhaps because of this, they had more resilience and compassionate than ordinary people, making them cherish and appreciate each other even more. That's why they could be together. Conventional standards never lingered in their minds for even a second.

"To exchange hearts is to know how deep remembrance runs."

At night, Yang Qiong lay on the guest room bed biting the corner of the blanket, feeling so frustrated that she just wanted to scratch the wall. After a poor performance the previous night, she was expelled from Shen Qiuhua's side.

"I need to rest well. I have to wake up early to go home tomorrow."

"Sure, I promise I won't do anything, really, I promise."

"In this regard, you've lost all credibility with me. So tonight..." Shen Qiuhua smiled alluringly, and Yang Qiong was back to nibbling on the blanket.

Was she really in the wrong? Yang Qiong reflected.

The next morning, when Yang Qiong noticed the dark circles under her eyes, Shen Qiuhua couldn't help but laugh loudly, losing some of her usual grace.

"You're still laughing! Look at me,how can I accompany you home?" Yang Qiong took the opportunity to garner sympathy.

Shen Qiuhua replied, "I can go back by myself." Yang Qiong immediately rushed into the bathroom to wash up.

To reach the so-called home of Shen Qiuhua, they needed to take a long-distance bus for about three hours. However, the seemingly omnipotent Shen Qiuhua got carsick dramatically on the bus, throwing up messily and looking ghostly pale.

Yang Qiong watched her with concern, not knowing what else she could do besides handing her tissues. When they got off the bus, Shen Qiuhua staggered as she walked, completely lacking her usual poise.

"Let's go to the hospital first. We need to see a doctor," Yang Qiong insisted.

Shen Qiuhua shook her head. "Didn't you say this is a normal reaction? I'm fine. I just... need to rest a bit." She frowned, clearly still feeling unbearable discomfort.

Yang Qiong helped support her as they sat down on a bench by the roadside, then squatted down to look into her eyes. "Qiuhua, this isn't Mu Dynasty, not the palace. You don't need to force yourself, not even a little."

Shen Qiuhua nodded, lacking the strength to say much. She pulled Yang Qiong to sit beside her, leaning her head on Yang Qiong's shoulder. "I just want to rest a bit. I'm not forcing myself, really."

Yang Qiong didn't speak anymore. They sat quietly together. Up in the sky, a plane flew by, leaving a white trail that made the blue sky seem even bluer. Around them, children ran about, while parents carefully watched over them. Flowers swayed in the gentle breeze, sending a fragrant scent of blossoms and grass into the air.