It’s About You (GL High H) - Chapter 26

After doing all this, Xing Enxi straightened up and put her clothes back on, without glancing at Wanqi Lang again.

Wanqi Lang’s heartbeat grew louder and louder in the silence, accompanied by an inexplicable panic.

Xing Enxi tidied herself up and stopped at the bedroom door:

“If you see us as just fvck buddies, then tonight can end for good.”

“I wish you can find someone better and more understanding than me.”

She twisted the doorknob and walked out without hesitation.

The sound of the door closing hit Wanqi Lang’s heart like a heavy hammer. The velvet duvet covered her naked body, and the air still carried the faint scent of wax.

Wanqi Lang lay there for a long time, so long that her body began to tremble slightly from the cold.

She felt as if all her strength had been drained, and she couldn’t even cry. She struggled to get up from the bed, her body covered in marks.

She staggered to the floor-to-ceiling window. The city’s lights sparkled outside, reflecting in her vacant pupils, cold and distant.

She reached for the bag tossed on the sofa, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. A blue flame flickered to life, igniting a slender Jiangnan Charm.

Wafts of smoke rose, blurring her vision. She looked down at the clear fingerprints on her arm, the marks from where Xing Enxi had gripped her hard just moments ago. She looked at the slightly stinging red spots on her chest from the clamps, and at the few white wax stains on her legs.

Each mark seemed to mock her, mocking her worldly nonchalance, her inconsistency between words and heart, her belated reluctance.

Yes, reluctance.

She could no longer deceive herself; she didn’t want it to end.

The mere thought of Xing Enxi’s cool face, her back as she rode her motorcycle, her focused look at work, the care she occasionally revealed, her commanding presence in bed one moment and her surrender to desire the next…

A dull ache throbbed in her chest, so stifling she could hardly breathe. This wasn’t attachment to a mere fvck-buddy arrangement; this was not wanting to let her go.

She seemed to have fallen a little in love with her.

At that thought, her fingertips grew cold, and the cigarette between them trembled slightly.

Wanqi Lang took a deep drag, the smoke stinging her eyes until tears streamed down.

But what position could she claim to chase after her? It was she who had said they were just fvck buddies, she who had pushed away the probes with her flippant attitude time and again.

Even when the other had spoken of ending it, she couldn’t muster a single word of retention, just lying there like a fool.

She probably didn’t even have the right to regret.

In the swirling smoke, Wanqi Lang looked at her reflection in the glass window and felt at a loss for the first time.

Xing Enxi had already left, and she was still trapped in this room full of traces of their passion.

…

Xing Enxi was like a thorn lodged in Wanqi Lang’s heart. Days passed, and she tried to distract herself with the endless revelry and fleeting lights of the bar.

Half a month later.

It was the height of the bustle, with deafening music and swaying figures in the dance pool.

Wanqi Lang had been pulled into a corner booth by a few regular patrons to play a game of truth or dare with cards.

She wore a sequined halter top and heavy makeup, laughing wildly under the lights, her glass rarely empty.

“Sis Lang! Penalty drink! Truth!” A young guy with blue-dyed hair pointed at the card Wanqi Lang had just drawn, hyping up the crowd excitedly. “Do you have anyone you like right now?”

A smile hung on her face as her glass paused at her lips.

The laughing crowd before her blurred into the background, replaced by a cool, stubborn face that filled her every thought.

She remembered many things, memories surging over her like a tidal wave.

“Sis Lang, what are you spacing out for?” Someone nudged her from the side.

“Hahaha! Is Boss Lang shy or did I stump her?” The blue-haired guy kept chuckling.

Wanqi Lang snapped back, tossed her head back, and downed the drink in one gulp.

She wiped her mouth and raised her voice: “Like? Sis only likes money right now! Everything else is fucking trouble—don’t bother me with that sh1t!”

With that, she grabbed the bottle and poured herself another full one: “Come on, come on, next round. Anyone asks another dumb question like that gets three shots!”

Everyone laughed uproariously and moved on to the next round.

Wanqi Lang laughed along, loud enough to drown out the sourness churning in her chest.

She was about to roll the dice again when her phone buzzed in her bag—it was Jiang Nian calling.

Jiang Nian rarely called her this late, and an inexplicable unease washed over her.

Wanqi Lang pushed through the noisy crowd and ducked to the relatively quiet restroom entrance to answer: “Hello? Little Nian?”

Jiang Nian’s anxious voice came through: “Sis Lang! Where are you? Sis Enxi’s been in a car accident! She’s at the hospital!”

Wanqi Lang’s mind went blank, and she nearly dropped the phone.

“Hello? Sis? Did you hear me?” With no response from Wanqi Lang, Jiang Nian asked again.

“Car… car accident? What happened? How is she!”

“I don’t know. I was just chatting with Sis Enxi when I suddenly got a WeChat call from her, but it was some strange man’s voice saying he’d hit someone!” Jiang Nian spoke incoherently. “He said he didn’t see her when turning, but it was a bad hit. They’ve just taken her into the ER now. Sis Lang, Zhiwei’s away on a business trip. Hurry over—I’m so scared.”

“I’m on my way!”

Wanqi Lang abandoned everything at the bar, even forgetting she’d been drinking, grabbed her car keys, and bolted for the door, only to be stopped by the server at the entrance.

“Sis Lang, you’ve been drinking—you can’t drive!” the server shouted urgently.

Wanqi Lang came to her senses a bit and tossed the keys to the server, then rushed to the roadside to hail the next taxi. She yanked open the door and threw herself in.

“City Central Hospital!” Her voice shook uncontrollably as she gripped the back of the driver’s seat tightly.

The driver jumped at her intensity and didn’t dare ask questions, just floored the accelerator and sped off.

All sorts of terrifying thoughts tumbled through Wanqi Lang’s mind, leaving her hands and feet icy cold, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.

She finally arrived at the hospital, where the pungent smell of disinfectant hit her face. Wanqi Lang ran into the emergency lobby, looking around frantically. Soon, she spotted Jiang Nian at the end of the corridor.

“Nian!” Wanqi Lang rushed over at once. “Where’s Xing Enxi? How is she?”

Seeing her, Jiang Nian cried even harder: “Sis Lang, over… over there, observation area bed 3. They just moved her out of the ER. The doctor said she’s out of immediate danger for now.”

Wanqi Lang’s suspended heart eased halfway. She comforted Jiang Nian briefly and headed in the direction she pointed.

It was a temporary observation area partitioned by curtains. With trembling hands, she pulled back the curtain for bed 3.

Xing Enxi lay on the hospital bed, her face ashen, her lips bloodless. The black hair she usually kept impeccably neat now clung messily to her forehead and cheeks.

Her left arm was encased in a thick cast fixed across her chest, and a bl00d-soaked gauze patch covered her right temple, extending to her hairline. An oxygen mask covered most of her face, white mist appearing and fading with her faint breaths, while the heart monitor beside the bed emitted steady beeps.