Scarred Hearts — A Girls' Love Tale - Chapter 34

“Let me out.” Yan Shuangfei’s voice suddenly turned cold, no longer agitated like before. The guards standing in her way looked at each other, unsure of what to do. On one side was the former head of the family, on the other was the current one. Offending either wasn’t an option.

“Shuang’er!” Yan Huaiyuan slammed his cane down hard. “You still want to stay with that woman? Have you forgotten what she did to you?”

Yan Shuangfei lowered her head slightly. Bl00d from her hand dripped onto the floor. “All I know is that when I woke up, the first person I saw was her. These past few days, she’s the one who’s been taking care of me—feeding me, changing my bandages. I don’t want to know anything else.”

“You—” Yan Huaiyuan pointed at her, so furious he couldn’t get the words out. “Hold her down! Tie her to the bed! She is not to leave this room!”

The men exchanged glances, hesitated, then said, “Sorry,” and stepped forward to restrain her. Even though Yan Shuangfei had lost her memory and was injured, her reflexes—sharpened by years of training—were still intact. Her instinctive reactions easily overwhelmed the men trying to grab her.

“I want to see who dares stop me,” she said. The moment those words left her mouth, Luo Qinghan froze. No matter the situation, Shuang’er’s fierce personality still shone through.

“Perfect! So this is what we’ve raised all these years—useless! All of you, get out!” Yan Huaiyuan’s face was dark with rage as he yelled at the men on the floor. They scrambled to their feet and rushed out.

Taking a deep breath, Yan Huaiyuan turned back to his granddaughter. “I see now—you really are ruled by emotion. Shuang’er, I don’t care whether you’ve truly lost your memory or not. What you need to understand is this: Jiangli has no leader. Chengying is in exile. The four major forces are watching like wolves. The Yan family’s legacy cannot be destroyed by a foolish romance! Falling in love with a woman—that I can barely accept. But falling for the enemy? Have you lost your mind?”

As he went on, the sharpness in Yan Shuangfei’s eyes began to fade. Confusion slowly replaced clarity, and she looked to Luo Qinghan as if seeking help. Gritting her teeth, Luo Qinghan stepped forward and faced Yan Huaiyuan. “We can put our past grievances aside for now. The Yan family is in crisis. For Shuang’er’s sake, the Luo family is willing to help.”

“You think I won’t kill you?” Yan Huaiyuan replied coldly.

“If you really wanted to kill me, you would’ve done it already,” Luo Qinghan responded calmly.

Yan Huaiyuan stayed silent for a long time. He knew both of these young people were incredibly stubborn—especially Shuang’er. There was no telling what extreme things she might do. With a cold snort, he turned and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

“Qinghan…” Yan Shuangfei crouched by the foot of the bed, calling softly. Luo Qinghan, heart aching, hurried to her side and wrapped her in her arms.

“Why won’t they let us see each other?” Yan Shuangfei buried her face in Luo Qinghan’s chest and mumbled.

“Because… it was me. I’m the reason you’re hurt. I’m the reason you’re in pain every day,” Luo Qinghan said after hesitating, finally choosing to tell the truth.

“Once I get better, will you leave me?” Shuang’er’s body tensed, but her words were unexpectedly soft and uncertain.

“Never.” Luo Qinghan gently turned her face so their eyes met. “I promised you before—I’ll take care of you for the rest of your life.”

“Really?” Just like a child, her mood turned in an instant. The tears that had been welling up disappeared, replaced by a smile full of joy.

“Really.” Unable to resist, Luo Qinghan pinched her cheek.

Shuang’er immediately pouted and grumbled, “You’re mean… You hurt me, made me cry, and now you’re teasing me…”

Hearing her voice crack with tears, Luo Qinghan quickly pulled her into a tighter hug. She lifted Shuang’er’s injured hand, the one pricked by a needle earlier, and gently blew on it. Then she said softly, “It’s my fault. I made you worry. Be good now…”

Shuang’er used her other hand to weakly hit Luo Qinghan on the back, sulking in silence.

“Hmph…” Shuang’er snuggled into her arms and grumbled again, “You always do this—bully me and then apologize. I’m not talking to you anymore!”

“Didn’t someone just say she wanted to be with me forever?” Luo Qinghan teased.

“I take it back, okay?” Shuang’er turned her head, clearly being stubborn.

“Really?” Luo Qinghan’s tone suddenly turned flat as she asked quietly.

Shuang’er picked up on it right away. Nervously, she buried her head in Luo Qinghan’s chest again and whispered, “I was just kidding. Don’t be mad. I’m sorry, okay?”

“Alright, I didn’t take it seriously.” Luo Qinghan sighed so quietly it was barely audible and hugged her even tighter.

“That’s good.” Shuang’er chuckled softly, tightening her own embrace as if trying to melt into her.

But just then, Luo Qinghan let out a sharp breath. Yan Shuangfei was startled. She quickly let go and asked, “What’s wrong?” That sound—so similar to the one she made when she couldn’t hide her pain—made her heart skip a beat.

“You’re hurt?” she asked, instinctively reaching behind Luo Qinghan. Without waiting for an answer, she started untying Luo Qinghan’s clothes and gently laid her down on the hospital bed.

Knowing there was no point in hiding, Luo Qinghan stopped resisting and let her check.

Her back was covered in bruises—some dark purple, some nearly black—scattered across her once fair skin.

Luo Qinghan lay face down, not hearing any reaction. Just as she was about to turn around to check, she felt something wet drop onto her back.

Startled, she looked up to find Shuang’er’s eyes red, tears falling uncontrollably down her cheeks. She kept trying to wipe them away, but it only made it worse.

Luo Qinghan had never seen Yan Shuangfei cry. She’d often wondered what it would take to make someone like Shuang’er shed tears. She had imagined many scenarios—but never this. Not something so small. Maybe it was the amnesia that made her more vulnerable.

“Alright, don’t cry,” Luo Qinghan sat up and gently tried to comfort her.

“Qinghan, it must hurt so much,” Shuang’er said, completely caught in her own guilt.

“It’s nothing. It’ll be fine soon.”

“Really?” Shuang’er looked at her suspiciously, then hesitated for a while before asking, shyly, “Can I kiss you?”

As she said this, her face turned bright red.

“Yes.”

Her kiss was soft and cautious—clumsy and hesitant.

Luo Qinghan responded slowly, a sense of peace settling in her heart.

Between us… the hatred has already passed.
From now on… it’s time for love.