Vício em Amor
Um acidente de carro fez Ji Qingran enxergar a verdade. Quando sua vida estava por um fio e ela implorou por socorro, ele abraçava a jovem aprendiz, ilesa e segura, sem nem virar a cabeça, e soltou apenas duas palavras: "Não faça drama." Durante seis longos anos, ela se reduziu a uma sombra de Lu Tingyuan — cautelosa, submissa, sempre tentando agradar — mas nunca conseguiu competir com o "senhor, tenho medo" dito pela aprendiz numa voz doce e frágil. O coração dele tinha espaço para tantos, e ela ficava sempre no fim da fila. Terminou, foi embora, bloqueou-o, escondeu a aliança que pretendia lhe dar, e desapareceu por completo da vida dele. Mas, quanto mais ela recuava, mais ele a perseguia. O homem que um dia foi arrogante a encurralou contra a parede, com os olhos vermelhos, implorando que ela voltasse. "Ranran, você é meu vício. Não consigo me livrar, e não quero." O amor é como veneno, corrói os ossos, impossível de desatar. Quem se vicia primeiro, perde tudo.
Vício em Amor
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“You might lose that leg. Is there any way to reach your family?”
Ji Qingran woke up from unconsciousness, instinctively glancing at the phone clenched in her palm.
Lu Tingyuan hadn’t replied. The chat window still displayed yesterday’s heated argument.
She stared blankly at the rescue worker, her memory stalled before the accident.
The airport shuttle had lost control and overturned on the highway ramp. At that moment, she’d been staring absently at the girl’s phone in the front row. Lu Tingyuan’s sharply handsome face appeared on the screen, his expression and tone unusually gentle.
Ji Qingran was just beginning to guess the girl's identity when the crash happened.
Before losing consciousness, she'd heard Lu Tingyuan’s panicked shout, desperately calling the girl’s name: “Yiyi, don’t be afraid, I’m here, nothing will happen to you!”
She thought then, even if she fell with the bus and shattered into pieces, perhaps no one would care.
“Hey, can you hear us?” The rescue worker shouted loudly. “Your leg’s trapped under the seat. Is there any family we can contact? Get them here.”
A sharp pain exploded from the wound on her right leg, as if countless tiny steel needles were stabbing her flesh.
Ji Qingran shook her head, and when she spoke, her voice was hoarse beyond belief, “I can’t reach anyone.”
Even if she could, he wouldn’t have time for her now.
Perhaps her calmness made her bloodless face appear all the more frightening. The rescue worker paused, then advised, “Amputation
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