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

The phone was answered after only one ring, and He Duoye's calm voice came through the receiver: "Director Yuan Guang."

Director Yuan Guang sat in his chair, his gaze sweeping discreetly over Lin Mian in the cell. He chuckled as he probed, "You answered so quickly; the Third Young Master wasn't waiting for this call, was he?"

He Duoye didn't beat around the bush: "She really is with you. I'll be right there. Please take good care of her for me, Director."

"Of course, but what about tonight's shooting and bombing? Does it have anything to do with you? This has caused me a lot of losses..." Chief Yuan Guang sighed. "The higher-ups have been urging me to catch the perpetrator."

I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone, but Director Yuan Guang smiled with satisfaction. He got up from his chair and walked towards the cell.

Lin Mian gripped the iron railing, her pale face pressed against the middle of the railing, listening to Director Yuan Guang on the phone.

As Director Yuan Guang approached, she gripped the railing tightly, her heart racing.

"The Third Young Master wants to speak with you." Director Yuan Guang smiled and handed the phone to Lin Mian.

With the slightly hot phone pressed against her ear, Lin Mian stared at the floor, a surge of emotions belatedly welling up inside her. She opened her mouth, but before she could utter a sound, He Duoye's voice came through the receiver.

"Mianmian." The voice was low, hoarse, and calm.

Lin Mian suddenly felt a little calmer. She hummed in agreement, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her clothes, and said, "I didn't manage to leave."

With tonight's events escalating so much, Lin Mian should have taken advantage of the chaos to leave according to He Duoye's plan and arrangements, but she...

"Are you injured?" He Duoye asked.

"no."

Has anyone ever bullied you?

Lin Mian clenched her fingers: "No, not either."

"Okay, that's good," He Duoye said. "I'll come pick you up."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Mian sat on the cold, hard chair, staring at the ground, lost in thought.

Director Yuan Guang left on business, and his subordinate poured Lin Mian a cup of hot water. She held the cup but didn't drink it, watching the steam in the cup slowly dissipate.

The streets outside gradually quieted down, and Lin Mian sat alone in the quiet space. She suddenly remembered her childhood.

She was raised by her maternal grandmother and lived with her in the old house in the countryside from a young age. After starting elementary school, sometimes when she came home from school, if her grandmother wasn't there, the house would be empty and quiet.

After her maternal grandmother passed away, she was taken away by her uncle and moved into a house in the city.

Her cousin was several years younger than her and was very noisy, always making all sorts of noises in the house. But every night, when Lin Mian lay in the bedroom converted from the balcony, she still felt a sense of emptiness and quiet all around her.

She slowly realized that this was not her home, even though her uncle and aunt treated her very well, almost like their own daughter.

But she was still a guest in a hotel, just like when she and her cousin had a small argument, and he said during the argument, "This isn't your home, why are you trying to take it from me!"

Later, her aunt fell ill and became weak, unable to take care of the two children. So Lin Mian took the initiative to contact her father and chose to go with him.

When her father first took her to his hometown in the countryside, Lin Mian did not forget that she would depend on her father for survival and that she would have a home of her own.

But her father simply left her in the empty house and never cared about her again.

She ate alone in the empty house, watched TV, wandered around aimlessly, and finally went to sleep in the quiet stillness, ending an extremely boring day.

She called her father, but the father and daughter, who had little emotional connection, only exchanged a few dry pleasantries before falling into an awkward silence.

She also tried to make friends with other children in the village, but those friendships were dry, polite, restrained, and boring.

During the summer after she moved there, Lin Mian wandered around the village like a lost soul every day.

Sometimes she felt that her life was an emptiness, that she was standing in a vast white fog, unable to find the ground above or below, unable to touch anyone to the left or right, and quietly lonely.

She was simply drifting along in this fog, instinctively and numbly moving forward.

Until—on an ordinary and boring day, she met He Duoye, who had suddenly moved in.

He stood in the dilapidated courtyard overgrown with weeds, his figure tall and thin, like a wild tree growing out of the ground.

It was bare, yet straight and sharp.

From that day on, Lin Mian's dull, boring, and ordinary life suddenly became different.

……

When the clock on the wall struck two in the morning, in the quiet stillness, Lin Mian suddenly heard the sound of a car braking and stopping at the door, followed by the sound of the car door slamming shut.

Her heart started racing; her intuition told her that He Duoye had arrived.

The paper cup in my hand was almost crushed, and a little water spilled onto the back of my hand.

A few minutes later, the familiar footsteps of Lin Mian echoed in the quiet police station, heavy and fast.

Lin Mian looked up and saw He Duoye striding towards her. He was still dressed in black, and it seemed to be raining outside; he exuded a damp chill.

He walked quickly and hurriedly, heading straight for Lin Mian.

The guards outside the cell quickly unlocked the cell door and pulled it open. He Duoye stepped in, his presence instantly filling the small cell.

Lin Mian was still sitting, looking up at him with her eyes wide open. Because of staying up all night, there were some bloodshot eyes and a faint layer of water in them.

He Duoye stopped in front of Lin Mian, lowered his eyes, and looked into Lin Mian's red eyes, which looked like she was about to cry.

She seemed to have a lot of emotions, a lot of grievances, and a lot of resentment.

Like a cat about to burst into tears and throw a tantrum.

He Duoye's expression softened. He reached out and pulled Lin Mian up from the chair, then held her hand tightly and walked step by step out of the quiet and cramped cage.