Marriage Seduction Addiction

The instinct to value life and avoid danger is a biological one.

Those leaping, burning flames are dangerous; any normal person knows that.

But Ji Yan just pounced on her.

She seemed completely oblivious to the danger, or perhaps at that moment, the concept of danger simply didn't exist in her mind or eyes; all she could see were the letters being thrown into the fire.

Even though she never opened any of those letters after receiving them.

But for their sake, she still plunged into the fire without hesitation!

Jiang Muchen's gaze suddenly froze.

"Oh my god, no!" Yingjie exclaimed and immediately rushed forward, trying to pull Ji Yan away.

But she couldn't pull it.

The heat wave hit her face, and the flames were scorching, but Ji Yan seemed completely oblivious, letting her hands move through the flames.

Once, twice, three times...

Only after all the letters had been taken out of the fire did Yingjie finally pull her.

Or rather, she herself took two steps back.

She stepped back two steps, not to avoid the fire, but to save the letters she had rescued.

The letters were thrown into the fire all at once. They weren't very flammable to begin with, and she rushed to put them out so quickly that most of the letters were undamaged. Only the edges of a few envelopes caught fire, but they were quickly extinguished by her hands.

Yingjie stood right next to her and saw with her own eyes that her hair, which had been singed by the flames, was curly and charred, her pale face was flushed red by the heat, and her originally slender and tender white fingers were scalded and turned a burning crimson.

But Ji Yan seemed oblivious to everything and continued to use that hand to extinguish the remaining flames.

Yingjie was so shocked that she couldn't speak and couldn't help but look at Jiang Muchen.

Jiang Muchen simply looked at Ji Yan kneeling on the ground, as if she were handling some precious treasure. She laid out the letters that had just been rescued from the fire one by one on the ground, counted them once, and then, probably feeling uneasy, counted them again.

Only then did she begin to check the burning status of each letter.

One of the envelopes was probably very close to the fire, and it was burned to a great extent in an instant. The letter inside fell out, and only half of it remained.

She hurriedly unfolded the half-finished letter and saw its contents:
"I met some street performers on the street today... They told me you're learning the guzheng... They hope to hear you play when we meet..."

The letter was burned to the point that only half of it remained, so only half of its contents were preserved.

Ji Yan ran her hand along the edge of the letter, where the black ash from the fire had burned away, as if trying to find the few words that had been burned away.

But she couldn't find it.

So she turned to the letters on the ground and opened another one.

"I saw a white cat on the street today, and it looks a lot like the one you adopted when I was little, so I brought it home and hid it in the backyard. I hope they won't find it. But even if they do, it doesn't matter, it's free anyway, and it can leave anytime. I won't let it be trapped here to die."

"There's been so much training lately, so much so that I haven't even had time to sit down and write just a few words for you. The good thing is that I've learned a lot, so when we meet again, I can protect you properly."

"I just woke up from a dream and saw the full moon in the sky through the window. It turns out today is the fifteenth. The moon on the fifteenth is really round and beautiful."

“There’s a new person in my life named Gao Yan. He talks a lot, so much so that it’s driving me crazy. He’s from China. I hope he knows you, but he says he doesn’t.”

"It's snowing. Gao Yan built a snowman in the yard and asked me what kind of snowman I wanted. I wanted one that looked like you. But he doesn't know what you look like. I'm almost forgetting what you look like too."

"You're fifteen today. Did you get to eat some delicious cake? Happy birthday, Yan Yan."

These letters were written on different types of paper and dated differently. Several of them had strange brown marks on them, as if some liquid had been spilled on them and hastily wiped away.

That was blood, the color and mark left after oxidation and drying.

Bloodstains were found on several letters that spanned several years.

How could one person bleed so much?

How can a person bleed for so long?

Ji Yan squatted there, her red, swollen, and wet fingers clutching the letter, letting her tears fall uncontrollably without making a sound. After reading one letter, she lowered her head to look for the next one.

Those letters she thought she might never read, she now desperately wanted to read them all at once. She wanted to read them all, to remember every single word he had written to her, so that even if something unexpected happened, she could still possess them…

"Yan Yan, you're still waiting for me, aren't you?"

The letter in her hand contained only a few words, but Ji Yan held it and looked at it for a long, long time…

The handwriting on this letter was different from the previous ones; it was messy, the characters were somewhat disordered and shaky, and there was no date.

But she seemed to know when the letter was written.

It was when news of her death was delivered.

He heard the news that she was gone, but he didn't want to believe it. However, he had no other choice but to deceive himself by writing these few words on the letter...

It was as if simply writing it down would elicit a response from her.

It was as if only by doing this could she convince herself that she was still alive...

Ji Yan remained silent, only tears streaming down her face, blurring her vision, blurring the pages, and finally blurring all the light and shadow before her eyes...

Seeing Ji Yan collapse, Yingjie rushed over and caught her, then looked at Jiang Muchen, who was still standing there motionless, "She's fainted! Call a doctor! Get her to the hospital! What are you standing there for!"

……

Jiang Beiheng never expected that he would see Ji Yan again in the hospital just over an hour after he left.

He watched Ji Yan lying unconscious on the hospital bed, and watched the medical staff busily and anxiously treating her wounds, and his nerves pounded.

Yingjie was equally bewildered and confused, but she still told him everything she knew.

"Where is he?" Jiang Beiheng asked in a hoarse voice.

"I don't know," Yingjie said. "After driving us to the hospital, they just disappeared... What happened?"

Jiang Beiheng did not answer, but looked down at the piece of paper that the medical staff had just managed to take from Ji Yan's hand.

A piece of paper whose writing has been blurred and indistinct due to tears.

Jiang Beiheng stared at the paper for a long time, and finally couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Then, he took out his phone and dialed Tang Xu's number.

Yan Shiyu arrived together with Tang Xu.

In the hospital corridor, Yan Shiyu brushed past Jiang Beiheng without looking to the side, and walked straight to the door of the ward where Ji Yan was. Looking at the busy medical staff inside, her gaze was almost fixed.

Tang Xu slowly stopped in front of Jiang Beiheng, her face pale and filled with worry as she looked at him, trying her best to keep her voice and breathing steady: "How could this happen?"

"I'm sorry," Jiang Beiheng said. "I kept promising that I would protect her and not let her get hurt in the slightest, but in the end, I couldn't even do that."

Then, Jiang Beiheng handed the letter in his hand to Tang Xu.

Tang Xu glanced down at it and quickly took it.

Even if she hadn't read the contents, and even if the writing on it was now smudged, how could she not remember the paper she had personally placed in the envelope?

Tang Xu looked at Jiang Beiheng in surprise, but heard Jiang Beiheng say, "Her hand was burned, but she still kept holding onto this piece of paper."

Tang Xu's heart skipped a beat.

Jiang Beiheng didn't say anything more, but called Yingjie over and said, "You stay here and keep watch for me. I've made several trips today and I'm really tired. I can't afford to stay in the hospital any longer. Let me know if she wakes up."

Tang Xu kept her eyes downcast, looking at the paper in her hand, and only said softly, "Okay."

Jiang Beiheng then left with Yingjie.

Only after his figure disappeared at the end of the corridor did Tang Xu quickly walk to Yan Shiyu's side.

She glanced at the busy doctors in the ward, then at Ji Yan lying motionless on the hospital bed, before handing the letter to Yan Shiyu.

Then, she reached out and gently hugged him.

"Don't worry, she'll be alright. She'll definitely be alright." (End of Chapter)