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

He seemed to be in a normal mood, showing none of the gloom and bad mood he had felt that afternoon after stepping on that nail.

Seeing Lin Mian standing by the window, he raised an eyebrow: "Waiting for me?"

Lin Mian: "..."

Wait until you get struck by lightning.

A flash of lightning suddenly illuminated the scene, and the impending thunder made Lin Mian instinctively tense up, her fingers unconsciously clenching.

He Duoye walked over and, at the very moment the thunder roared, took Lin Mian's hand.

The thunder wasn't actually very loud; it was just enough to make Lin Mian nervous, but not scary.

He Duoye knew this before; Lin Mian was only afraid of those huge thunderclaps, but He Duoye would always accompany her during thunderstorms.

Lin Mian would sometimes find him annoying and awkward, and He Duoye would say that he was afraid she would be struck by lightning.

"You went to practice shooting today?" He Duoye asked, his tone genuinely sarcastic. "Did you improve?"

Lin Mian couldn't help but tease him: "Maybe I'll be able to hit you next time."

After saying that, she remembered the gunshot scar on He Duoye's back, frowned and pursed her lips.

He Duoye seemed completely unconcerned. He took Lin Mian's hand and they both fell onto the bed.

"Then remember to shoot him in the head, or the chest," he explained to Lin Mian, "that'll kill him faster."

Lin Mian: "..."

Is it really possible to curse oneself like that?

Lightning flashed again, followed by a clap of thunder. He Duoye then asked, "What did those two talk about with you today?"

Lin Mian lowered her gaze, staring at He Duoye's chest. She hesitated for a moment, then said, "He Zhengchuan mentioned your mother."

He Duoye still seemed unconcerned: "Oh, is that all?"

"And a little bit about your childhood."

He Duoye remained silent this time.

Lin Mian reached out and grabbed He Duoye's shirt button, tugging at it gently. She couldn't help but ask, "He Duoye, how were you when you were little?"

However, He Duoye chose to end the conversation: "My mother is dead."

Lin Mian opened her mouth, but didn't know what else to say. Moreover, judging from He Duoye's lazy and indifferent appearance, it didn't seem like this was something that would make him sad.

Why?

Lin Mian really had a lot of questions.

Is it because your mother treated you badly when you were young? Is it because you and your mother had a bad relationship?

Why would you be willing to be coerced into returning here because of your mother?

Also, why did you suddenly become unhappy this afternoon?

In the end, Lin Mian didn't ask a single question, because no matter how many times she asked, she couldn't pry open He Duoye's stubborn mouth.

The reason they broke up was because He Duoye was stubborn and unwilling to say anything.

At that time, Lin Mian and He were in a semi-long-distance relationship. Their schools were half a city apart, and He Duoye usually came to see her, never giving Lin Mian a chance to go to him.

At first, Lin Mian didn't notice anything wrong, until one day, she ran into one of her high school classmates.

Lin Mian's deskmate chatted with her and mentioned He Duoye, saying that she had seen He Duoye fighting with someone on the roadside a couple of days ago. At the time, her classmate was sitting on the bus, and the scene flashed by so quickly that she didn't see many details.

All they saw was He Duoye pulling someone out of the car; the person had striking yellow hair and looked like a spirited young man.

Seeing Lin Mian's unpleasant expression, his deskmate awkwardly and hastily explained, "I didn't mean to say bad things about him... and maybe I was mistaken."

After saying that, my deskmate seemed to have made a big mistake and hurriedly ran away.

Lin Mian stood by the roadside, reminiscing.

The day before yesterday was the weekend, but He Duoye didn't come to see her. He said that the school had organized some kind of visit.

He Duoye's grades weren't good, so he didn't get into university and went to a vocational school instead. Speaking of this, Lin Mian really wanted to scold him, because He Duoye was clearly very smart, but he just didn't want to study hard.

If Lin Mian hadn't been young and naive back then, she wouldn't have dated a slacker.

In short, He Duoye likely lied to her over the weekend, or hid something from her.

So Lin Mian took a ride to He Duoye's school that very day. When she arrived, she learned that He Duoye was no longer studying there.

He dropped out of school two months ago, but he didn't mention it to Lin Mian at all.

He never explained why he fought with a blond guy on the weekend, or why he lied to her that he was participating in a school activity.

Lin Mian had a big fight with him in the rented room and almost said she wanted to break up with him.

She held back in the end, and after calming down, she talked to He Duoye again, but the stubborn man just wouldn't listen.

Lin Mian broke up with him and, in a fit of anger, kicked He Duoye out of the house.

She thought that He Duoye would at least offer some explanation and then try to make peace, but the scumbag disappeared as soon as he turned around.

They lost contact for four and a half years after that.

That's how it was when we were dating; now that we've broken up, it's even less likely that they'll say it.

The thunder grew louder and louder, and suddenly an extremely bright flash of lightning illuminated the room, followed by a deafening clap of thunder.

Lin Mian tensed up.

The next second, He Duoye pulled her into his arms.

A deafening clap of thunder struck, and Lin Mian buried her face in He Duoye's chest muscles. As she inhaled, she could clearly smell the pheromones emanating from He Duoye.

It felt like I was back in that leaky, stormy day.

Lin Mian couldn't help but wonder if He Duoye's concealment, disappearance, and loss of contact were all related to this place, his deceased mother, and his aggressive family.

After the thunderclap, the thunder gradually subsided, and the torrential rain began to fall, filling the house with the sound of raindrops.

Lin Mian clutched He Duoye's clothes and asked him, "He Duoye, why were you suddenly in a bad mood this afternoon?"

He Duoye stepped back a little, pinched Lin Mian's chin, and lifted her face.

Their eyes met, and they looked at each other.

Lin Mian's eyes are round and large, with clear black and white. She can't hide her emotions normally, especially in front of He Duoye.

She probably didn't even realize that even though they had broken up four years ago, and even though He Duoye was a jerk and a scumbag in her eyes, she still unconsciously revealed her truest emotions in front of him.

He Duoye looked down for a while and clearly saw the emotions in Lin Mian's eyes at that moment.

He tightened his grip slightly, pinched Lin Mian's chin, and gently shook it twice.

"Mianmian, don't feel sorry for men," He Duoye said. "Feeling sorry for men is often the beginning of a woman's unfortunate fate."

Lin Mian: "..."

Her eyes began to fill with speechlessness, anger, and irritability.

He Duoye looked at her, and after a second, said, "Besides, I don't need it."

Lin Mian: "..."

She gave He Duoye a hard knock on the head, letting him taste the bitterness of misfortune right now.