The Decade Of Deep Love Chapter 64: Police Came

Ziyu Ai called the police, saying Wenxu Jiang was trespa.s.sing and attempted to murder. Ziyu Ai had kept the relationship with one of his brother's high school cla.s.smates who had become the deputy director of the local police force. Now that Ziyu Ai reached out to him, given to their relationship, of course Wenxu Jiang was at least going to be detained for 24 hours.

As sirens wailed, two police cars rushed over, flashing intimidating red and blue light. But Wenxu Jiang totally ignored the incoming shrill sirens. Looking up into the sky, his face oddly tempered. As though he had seen through concrete, Wenxu Jiang spotted his love all at once in spite of the dazzling distractive world.

It was a bewildering scene to the policemen. The man looked more like a victim as they stood behind this man's back, watching him kneeling on the ground. Sadness seemed to have weighed the silent man down. One officer went to get him up rather politely. "Please, come with us."

Wenxu Jiang got up slowly and looked them in cold eyes. "Where?" He asked.

"Someone reported that you were trespa.s.sing. Please be cooperative." This was apparently a trivial civil dispute that they had seen a lot. Normally, they just needed to follow the routine, then the troublemaker would be in and out real quick, but this time, the superior seemed to take this case so seriously that they were required to bring the handcuffs with them.

Wenxu Jiang suddenly took a step back, which indicated that he was afraid. He was afraid that Zhishu would leave right after he was taken away, that he would lose him forever.

The policemen thought he was trying to resist or escape, they charged at him and pinned him on the ground. As a man who had been bossy for years, once again, Wenxu Jiang was brought down by weakness and helplessness.

"Zhishu He! Zhishu He!" Wenxu almost screamed his lungs out, "You don't want me anymore?! You said you would never leave me!"

Wenxu Jiang crazily shook the policemen off and banged his body on the dead-shut door and screamed with a touch of sobbing in his tone, "Zhishu, it was my bad! I know I screwed up! Just let me see you, would you? I just want to see you... Please... Don't do this to me!"

Everyone just looked confusedly at one another without realizing that the man needed to be taken away.

"How can you abandon me, am I right?" Wenxu Jiang collapsed by the door, muttering to himself, "In this world... The only person that wouldn't leave me... is Zhishu He..."

On the second floor, one window in the bedroom was open so Zhishu He could hear Wenxu Jiang loud and clear. He sneered, face covered in tears. The man still remembered that he said he would never leave. But when he called Zhishu Zui Shen, when he was in his arms... would there be a moment that he sobered up and reminded himself that he promised never to fail Zhishu He?

Zhishu He was always there, waiting. Waiting to be together with Wenxu who wasn't supposed to fail him forever.

Ziyu Ai knocked and came in with water and pills in his hands. He heard the noise. He saw the window was open, so he put things down, went to close the window. "It's cold."

The whole world was shut out. A few minutes later, the same sirens faded away into distance until silence once again froze the room.

"Are you tired? I know you are having rough nights lately. Take some pills and go to sleep," Ziyu Ai handed the water and pills to Zhishu He, "Get a nice sleep. It'll cheer you up."

Zhishu He didn't take the pills. "You are lying to me." He had gone through the hardest nights by himself; every night was cold and painful. And the next morning, everything was still the same; the other half of the bed was still ice-cold, leaving more and deeper scars on his heart.

Ziyu Ai quieted down. He stared at Zhishu He in sorrow and pity. He seemed to have fought himself so hard to lay his fingertip on Zhishu's canthus. "No more tears, shall we?"

Zhishu He now realized that the fluids were overflowing. His heart told himself to let go but his traumatized body couldn't forget the pain. It was a conditioned reflex.