Pure Love Imprisoned: My Ex-Boyfriend, Who Blamed Me, Imprisoned Me in Love

After leaving the house, He Duoye stood at the entrance of the building.

Most of the apartments in this community are rented to nearby students and small business owners, so the property management doesn't care when the hallway lights are broken, the entrance is dark, and the stench of rotting garbage cans wafts out from outside.

He Duoye stood in the darkness, and in the silence, he slammed his fist heavily against the wall, instantly tearing his knuckles and skin apart.

He walked out of the dark stairwell, the streetlight shining on his hanging hand, where bright red blood dripped down.

In the shadows not far away, a man was quietly smoking. When he saw He Duoye appear, he threw away his cigarette butt, took two steps forward, and smiled at He Duoye.

He Duoye gave him a cold look, said nothing, and walked straight out of the residential area.

Without lingering, he left by plane that very night with his father's men.

He knew today was the best time, because Lin Mian had impulsively said they should break up, and because his father had just mentioned He Duoye's mother yesterday.

It's also important that He Duoye can pretend to be a mother.

He carried no luggage and left no message, only a formatted cell phone. He paid a cell phone shop owner to charge the phone and not answer any calls during that time. After a month, the number would be deactivated, and he could do whatever he wanted with the phone.

He Duoye arrived in Myanmar filled with hatred and anger.

But he was left out for half a month, during which time he was confined to an empty stilted house. His daily activities were either practicing shooting or fighting with the thugs arranged by his father, which were basically one-on-many group fights.

He Duoye was filled with rage and was naturally ruthless; one or two people couldn't control him, only a group of people could.

He knew that his father was trying to temper his temper and reduce his resentment, so that they wouldn't fight when they met.

He Duoye was unwilling to be controlled by his father, but he had to admit that he did need to calm down. Impulsiveness would not bring him any benefits, nor would it bring him back to Lin Mian's side.

From the moment he stepped into that rented room, his relationship with Lin Mian was over, unless one day he was able to resolve all the troubles his father had brought him.

He Duoye has been extremely talented in marksmanship since childhood. After not touching a gun for several years, he quickly became familiar with it again and was able to hit the bullseye every time.

Back then, he was young and impetuous. As he fired his gun, he ambitiously thought that if he were given a few more years, he would eventually regain the initiative.

His father assigned him to carry out dangerous missions time and time again, bringing him to the brink of death countless times. He killed and set fires countless times, grabbing people by the hair and interrogating them amidst flying blood and flesh, venting his bloodlust wantonly.

He looked at his blood-stained hands and the dark, eerie jungle around him, and suddenly realized that he had unknowingly walked from one end of the world to the other.

His father and the He family were like a cold, cruel volcano pressing down on him; he alone could not move this man-eating mountain.

Unless the mountain is blasted.

The explosion caused mountains to crumble and the earth to split open, burning everything in its path.

He Duoye's destructive desires accumulated little by little in this way.

After returning to Myanmar, he often suffered from insomnia and dared not drink alcohol to help him sleep, fearing he would be attacked in his sleep. So, when he couldn't sleep, he would smoke all night long and relive his time with Lin Mian over and over again.

They had known each other for five years and done countless things together, mostly ordinary and mundane daily routines. Yet, these were the most beautiful days He Duoye had ever experienced.

There was no hunger, no oppressive father, no scheming siblings, and no lonely battle.

All that remains is her slender figure swaying back and forth, her bright eyes gazing at him, the simple meals amidst the noisy chatter, and the intimate embraces they share in the quiet nights.

The more He missed Lin Mian, the more annoyed He Duoye became with everyone and everything around him. He was so annoyed that he didn't even want to listen to anyone talk to him. Everyone around him was unbearable to him.

He began to lose his patience, and started acting increasingly recklessly and without restraint, not caring if he died, since he was already fed up with it.

He had been thinking about how to take revenge on his father and the He family, and what kind of ending would give them the greatest satisfaction.

What her father cared about was the inheritance of the He family business, so He Duoye thought, then let the He family become a piece of fat meat without an owner, to be divided and devoured by all the greedy people.

He didn't care about anything from the He family, so he used the He family's assets as leverage to cooperate with dangerous people in exchange for the "explosives" to blow up the He family.

In any case, the worst outcome is that we all die together.

He Duoye had thought so before, but when he was hit in the heart by a stray bullet, his first feeling was not pain, nor the indifference he had shown when facing death before, but fear.

He was afraid he would die, die just before everything was over.

He was about to get rid of everything the He family had brought him, and he could return to Lin Mian's side without any worries. But at this very moment, he was incredibly unlucky to be stabbed in the heart by a flying piece of iron.

It was as if fate was playing a cruel joke on him.

The shrapnel was cleverly embedded, stuck between life and death. He Duoye could feel a faint stinging pain as his heart beat. The wound was small; the metal shrapnel was embedded in his flesh, but there wasn't much blood.

But he knew that if he removed that piece, his heart would act like a leaky high-pressure water pump, gushing all the blood out of his body.

While sitting in the car on the way to the hospital, He Duoye saw a call from Lin Mian.

The injured heart was still beating regularly, each beat accompanied by pain. What was originally a slight stinging pain suddenly turned into a severe throbbing pain.

He watched the incoming call notifications on the screen flicker and slowly end, watching the screen go from bright to black.

In a daze, it felt like I was back on the day I broke up with Lin Mian.

Anger, resentment, pain... these emotions were like a beast about to tear him apart. He wanted to vent, to take revenge, to defy fate, but in the end, all he could do was punch the wall.

Now, unable to vent his anger, he punched the wall.

He has something inserted into his heart; if anything goes wrong, he will die on the spot.

This situation was dangerous and rare, and the doctors in the hospital dared not take it on. Seeing their strong refusal, He Duoye thought in despair that he was probably really going to die.

It's ridiculous. He had clearly won, but fate cruelly pinned him down with a piece of iron.

Li Mingshao broke his arm but didn't see a doctor. He silently smoked one cigarette after another by the window.

Meizhu was shot in the abdomen and needed emergency surgery. Fearing complications, she only used local anesthesia. She removed the bullet while covered in cold sweat and immediately came over in a wheelchair.

He Duoye sat there for a long time, and he didn't know if it was because of his heart injury or because he had been sitting stiffly for too long. He felt numb all over, like a dead zombie.

He looked at the ring on his ring finger, rubbing his fingertip repeatedly, and said, "Don't tell her about tonight's events, and don't tell her if I die."

Meizhu understood what he meant.

An uncertain death, versus a certain truth—the latter is far more damaging.

Even a fleeting hope is still hope.

Meizhu agreed and told He Duoye, "She and my sister have arrived at the airport and are ready to come. The flight is scheduled to take off at 6:30 in the morning, but they are worried that customs will leak their information, so they are planning to find someone to smuggle them across the border."

Meizhu said softly, "Lin Mian is very determined and has been looking for someone who can help her sneak over here."

He Duoye was slightly taken aback, then couldn't help but laugh, saying in a low voice, "She's always like this..."

Impulsive, brave, and resolute.

Just like when she was young, she knew that a storm was coming, and that his dilapidated house was drafty and leaky, but she still stumbled and ran over without hesitation.

Just to see if he was alright.

In the end, she got soaked to the bone and was tricked into kissing him in the leaky, terrible environment.

He Duoye stroked the ring repeatedly, suddenly feeling a strong intuition, or perhaps a desire.

He will survive, He Duoye thought firmly. He will definitely, absolutely survive.

He lowered his eyes and said, "Arrange a boat for her, keep her on the boat, and when I wake up, I'll take her off the boat."

What if he didn't wake up? Li Mingshao didn't ask this question, nor did Meizhu.

Meizhu turned her head away, her eyes red, but she still couldn't hold back her tears.

Later, Wenya's grandfather stepped in to help, bringing in a team of doctors from abroad who were willing to perform the surgery. After examination and discussion, the chief surgeon told He Duoye that the risk was very high and he was not confident, so he had to take a gamble.

He Duoye detests "taking a gamble." He wins every time he gambles at the casino, but he always loses in the games he truly cares about.

Now, it's a gamble he can't afford to lose.

But he had no choice but to risk his life and lie down on that "gambling table".

Finally, he lay on the cold operating table, looked at the bright operating lights, and told himself once again that he would win.

Those feelings of resentment, anger, and intense love and longing for Lin Mian would become the nourishment that sustained him.

He will not fall at the door of victory.

The instruments in the operating room beeped, the anesthesiologist put a mask on him, and his consciousness quickly went dark.

It was like he had a dream, but it also felt like he hadn't.

Because all he saw was himself walking in complete darkness, with nothing around him, no sound, no light, and not even any sensation, only darkness and his empty consciousness.

He paced back and forth inside, feeling lost and agitated, when suddenly he felt someone grab his hand.

Her fingertips were soft, and as she held him tightly, the warmth spread through him, instantly dispelling the darkness that had left him feeling nothing. In his hazy state, he could feel his body and hear the sounds of the machines operating.

And the voice he knew so well and missed so much.

The voice first cursed him in a low, hoarse tone: "You're a real bastard."

Then she said, "I hate you."

He Duoye wanted to raise his hand, touch her, and apologize to her, but he couldn't move a single finger. He could only anxiously move his eyes slightly.

Just then, he heard her murmur softly.

"But I love you so much too."

He Duoye's eyelashes twitched, but he could only say in his heart: I love you more than anyone else, even more than yourself.

*

He Duoye lay in bed for a week before Lin Mian allowed him to get out of bed on his own.

His wound is healing very well, but he can't exercise for a short period of time—not even the slightest thing—and he can't get excited; he needs to rest. In short, he can't do any activities that would make his heart race.

After the doctor's reminder, Lin Mian couldn't help but think back to when He Duoye was first transferred to a regular ward, she mustered up the courage to confess her feelings to him.

Saying things like "I love you" wasn't what made Lin Mian feel most ashamed.

What made her most ashamed was how much she missed him during the years they were apart, but these were not the focus of Lin Mian's thoughts. What she was thinking about was, after she had told He Duoye all of this, why wasn't He Duoye a little excited?

Or was he just suppressing his discomfort without saying anything?

Lin Mian stared at He Duoye, who had just come out of the bathroom and was finally able to go to the toilet on his own.

He Duoye noticed her unusual gaze, raised an eyebrow slightly, and said, "Are you getting angry because I didn't ask you to help me?"

Lin Mian: "..."

Her face flushed.

"I didn't."

Lin Mian withdrew her gaze and secretly noted this down in her mind. She would settle the score with He Duoye after he recovered, so as not to cause him to have a racing heart and bleed on the spot if they started arguing.

The two of them slept together at night.

The private ward was very spacious, and Meizhu thoughtfully arranged a bed for Lin Mian as well, so that she could get a good night's sleep.

The days in the hospital were boring and peaceful. Before, He Duoye was weak and would fall asleep very early at night, so Lin Mian was also forced to develop the habit of going to bed early and getting up early.

After looking at her phone for a while, she started to feel sleepy.

Lin Mian lay on her hospital bed, ready to sleep.

"Mianmian," He Duoye suddenly called her.

Lin Mian sat up and asked, "What's wrong?"

He Duoye said, "Come and sleep with me."

Lin Mian instinctively and firmly refused: "No, the doctor just advised that you can't do strenuous exercise, not for at least three months."

He Duoye looked at her, as if he hadn't understood, and asked seriously, "What do you mean, not even three months?"

Lin Mian was a little embarrassed, and said angrily, "Stop pretending, you know perfectly well what I'm saying is no."

He Duoye said, "I don't know what unhealthy things you're thinking. I'm just inviting you to sleep with me."

Lin Mian: "..."

He Duoye turned his head to look at her, and slowly moved his body to make room for her.

He whispered, "I want to hug you."

Lin Mian softened her heart.

She really wanted to hug him, but she was afraid of bumping his wound, especially at night when they were sleeping. What if she accidentally slapped him while he was asleep?

"No," Lin Mian refused resolutely. "Wait until later..."

Before he could finish speaking, He Duoye slowly sat up, looking like he was saying, "If you won't come, I will."

"Lie down!" Lin Mian jumped out of bed in a flash. "I'm coming over here."

Although VIP beds are more spacious than regular beds, it's still quite cramped for two people.

Lin Mian lay on her side, her head resting on He Duoye's arm, pressed tightly against his body. It was intimate, but a little strange.

Lin Mian looked up at him and said, "You're a patient, it's not appropriate for me to rest my head on your arm."

He Duoye then said, "How about I use your pillow instead?"

Lin Mian considered the difficulty and discomfort of changing her posture, then shook her head and refused.

Moreover, He Duoye's head is so heavy that it will make her arm go numb in no time.

She got up from He Duoye's arms, rolled over, and straddled him. She still felt it was dangerous to hug He Duoye now, as it would aggravate his wound.

So Lin Mian propped herself up, lowered her head, and gave He Duoye a light kiss instead of a hug.