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

It was indeed raining outside, a fine drizzle, like a layer of damp mist.

Director Yuan Guang was smoking in front of the police station, and Li Ming Shao was standing next to him, smoking with him.

Li Mingshao chewed on a cigarette with a look of utter despair, appearing somewhat like he was about to die.

Lin Mian was turning her head to look at him when He Duoye grabbed her chin and turned her face back.

He led Lin Mian to an SUV, opened the back door, let Lin Mian sit inside, and then got into the car himself.

The SUV had a spacious interior, so He Duoye easily picked up Lin Mian and let her sit in his lap.

Lin Mian could clearly feel that He Duoye's face, which was pressed against her back, was actually a little cold.

In this position, she could neither see nor touch He Duoye's face, and she couldn't move at all, as He Duoye was holding her very tightly.

Lin Mian stopped moving. She grabbed He Duoye's arm and noticed that his arm was also a little cold and his skin was a little damp, as if he had been in the rain and been exposed to the wind for a long time.

"Didn't you close the window when you were driving?" Lin Mian asked.

No wonder the edges of the car windows were wet, and there was a lingering faint smell of smoke in the car; the driver must have been smoking while driving with the windows open.

He Duoye didn't answer, but asked, "Tell me everything that happened to you today, one by one."

Lin Mian squeezed his muscular arm; she didn't want to grow up either. She had so much to say, so many questions, so many emotions she desperately wanted to pour out, but when they were face to face, she didn't know where to begin.

After a moment of silence, Lin Mian unconsciously stroked his arm with her fingers and asked, "Are you holding me like this because you're still scared?"

He Duoye did not answer.

Lin Mian took it as his tacit agreement.

Years ago, when she almost had a car accident, He Duoye held her like this because he was still scared; some time ago, when she was unlucky enough to be beaten up at the club, He Duoye was still scared.

Even now.

He Duoye was always afraid that something would happen to her.

Lin Mian stopped what she was doing and asked in a low voice, "I couldn't leave. Am I causing you trouble by staying here?"

Seeing Li Mingshao's desperate, half-dead state, Lin Mian had a vague feeling that her staying might cause He Duoye a lot of trouble.

He Duoye finally spoke up: "I've always had a lot of trouble, it doesn't matter whether you're here or not."

Lin Mian started picking at his arm again. After a few seconds of silence, she began to say, "Tonight, when I was running towards the Red House, I hid in a pile of junk along the way, and there was a girl hiding inside."

"I hid with her, and once the people outside had gone far away, I planned to leave immediately. Before, Li Mingshao told me not to let anyone see me on the street, but I was seen by a little girl."

"I know I should have tried to shut the little girl up, like tying her up or something, to prevent my whereabouts from being revealed. At that time, I was very close to the Red House, and I might have been able to leave soon, but suddenly... I wanted to take a gamble."

Lin Mian said softly, "But actually, I wasn't betting on whether that little girl would reveal my whereabouts."

He Duoye suddenly tightened his arms around Lin Mian, his breath heavy against Lin Mian's ear.

"What I'm betting on is whether I can leave."

At that moment, perhaps she acted foolishly; in any case, in a split second, she impulsively handed her life's destiny over to a little girl.

If the little girl hadn't told anyone, she might have safely run to the red house, been taken away from that dangerous place by the people inside, and then, after some time, returned to her home country to continue her peaceful life.

If the little girl tells on us, she might get caught, something terrible might happen, or there might be some other possibility... or maybe, He Duoye will find her and take her back.

She didn't know if the gamble was worth it, nor did she know whether she had won or lost.

The only thing she was certain of was that she had no regrets.

Lin Mian pulled He Duoye's hand away, changing to a face-to-face position. She cupped He Duoye's face in both hands, making him look up and meet her gaze.

"It's your turn. Do you have anything to say to me?"

The car was dark, with only a sliver of streetlight shining through. He Duoye's features were deep and dark, his cold brown eyes appearing as a dull black in the light.

Lin Mian is taking a gamble tonight; in fact, he is gambling tonight as well.

He was betting that his plan wouldn't go wrong, betting that he could send Lin Mian away smoothly and safely. He had been betting on this for over four years, not just tonight.

He gambled that his father wouldn't really force him to go to Myanmar, that his father wouldn't dare to hurt anyone in China, and that now that he was an adult, he wouldn't be as powerless as he was when he was a child, with absolutely no choice.

But he lost his bet.

He was taken to Myanmar, where he began an endless series of gambling games: betting on whether he could kill the enemy, betting on whether he could steal something, betting on one life-or-death battle after another.

He never lost a single bet, even though he no longer cared about winning or losing.

Whether he wins or loses, it doesn't matter to him whether he dies or not.

But he won time and time again, even when he was shot and his life was hanging by a thread, he just toughed himself out of it.

He won countless times, but it was never what he wanted.

So he began to grow increasingly weary and frantic, because he was truly annoyed. The endless gambling was annoying, the people he had to face every day were annoying, the things he had to deal with every day were annoying, even the rising sun every day was annoying.

As the tedious sun disappears below the horizon and the silent night descends, that weariness will reach its peak in the empty night.

He smoked in the darkness, watching the crimson sparks flicker and burn, and an uncontrollable urge to destroy arose within him.

He wanted to destroy everything around him—people, objects, and even himself.

Cut off those annoying things at their source.

So one stormy night, watching lightning cleave the dark sky, he decided to take a big gamble: everyone would become a pawn in the game, including himself.

This huge gamble can only have two outcomes.

First, everyone in the situation died, including himself.

Secondly, he might survive by accident, then go back to find Lin Mian and haunt her like a ghost for the rest of his life.

Of course, he could do the last one even if he died.

Therefore, for him, who is indifferent to life and death, this is another gamble that he is sure to win. At most, in a year or two, this big gamble will come to a final result.

But he didn't expect an accident to happen.

Lin Mian suddenly appeared.

It seems that he always loses in every bet involving her.

Tonight's gamble... He Duoye tilted his head slightly, looking at Lin Mian's somewhat pale face. Even though it was so dark around them, her eyes were still bright, staring straight at him.

Just look at him.

Tonight, he suddenly didn't know whether he had won or lost the bet.

He must have lost, because he led her into danger.

He didn't care about his own life or death, but he hoped that she could live well, living under the bright and radiant sunshine.

Lin Mian frowned and pressed hard on He Duoye's face: "Why aren't you saying anything? I'm asking you if you have anything to say to me?"

For example, explain why you broke up with her in the first place, why you traded her for gold, why you prepared a necklace, handcuffs, keys, and so on for her, and... why you're going to all this trouble to come back and pick her up now.

But He Duoye is a stubborn mule, so stubborn that even after he dies and is cremated, his mouth will still be there.

Lin Mian said angrily, "He Duoye, I really hate you."

She let go, trying to leave his embrace.

He Duoye placed his large hands on her back and pulled her tightly into his arms. With his other hand, he gently encircled Lin Mian's slender neck, letting her lean on his shoulder.

The embrace was so intimate that there wasn't a single gap between them; their chests were pressed tightly together, and Lin Mian could even vaguely feel each other's heartbeats.

She heard He Duoye whisper, "I've always missed you."

In every waking day and night.