Chapter 72: Chapter 71: Divorce Report
At that moment, Gu Qiaoqiao had already lost her senses.
But she knew that Qin Yize had come to rescue her.
Then Qin Yize took her out of the mountains.
When Gu Qiaoqiao came to, she never saw Qin Yize again.
Then a series of events occurred.
In the end, they divorced.
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She was grateful to him, yet she also hated him.
Not only did all the disheveled moments of her life lie between them, but also an irreparable hatred.
Gu Qiaoqiao was immersed in her nightmares, unable to extricate herself.
And after the doctor left, Qin Yize listened to her low, grief-stricken sobs, watching her painfully restless body tremble slightly.
He slowly reached out his hand, gently wiping the sweat from Gu Qiaoqiao’s forehead, murmuring softly, “Gu Qiaoqiao, what nightmare did you have, what pain did you endure, which one is truly you?”
The next morning arrived.
The sky was somewhat overcast.
Gu Qiaoqiao slowly opened her eyes.
Her somewhat empty eyes still seemed unable to focus.
Where was she?
“Are you awake?” A familiar voice suddenly came from beside her, seemingly with a slight, hard-to-detect delight.
Following the direction of the voice, Gu Qiaoqiao turned her head and saw Qin Yize sitting on a chair by the bed.
Then Qin Yize, seeing Gu Qiaoqiao’s dry lips, got up to pour a glass of water, placing it on the bedside table, “Can you sit up, if so, come and have some water…”
His voice was quiet, as if all his emotions were hidden once again.
Gu Qiaoqiao stared blankly at his face, listening to his steady voice, her lifeless eyes focusing once again.
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But for the moment, she still couldn’t tell whether this was a dream or not.
“You were restless last night, had a nightmare, right? I’m sorry I didn’t take good care of you.”
Was he apologizing?
If this were a dream, Qin Yize shouldn’t be sitting here when she woke up.
That’s right, it was summer in the dream.
It was early August.
Yet he was wearing a sweater, with a coat draped over the chair back, his face free of any wounds, smooth as jade.
She suddenly touched her throat, finding no pain there.
“Don’t worry, that woman didn’t hurt you, is there anywhere else you feel uncomfortable?” he asked softly.
Gu Qiaoqiao swallowed and suddenly the scenes from yesterday afternoon on the train flashed before her eyes.
The culprit who had ruined her life had finally been caught.
Unfortunately, she had only bumped into him once before Qin Yize stepped in.
She should have used more force, smashing his head to pieces right then and there.
The nightmare from last night had tormented her all night; had Qin Yize been with her the whole time?
Gu Qiaoqiao coughed lightly, and upon hearing the sound from her throat, the nightmare from last night seemed to peel away.
She was still very much alive.
Alive in 1986, where none of the tragedies had occurred!
“Did I talk in my sleep last night?”
Qin Yize was taken aback, then chuckled slightly, surprised by Gu Qiaoqiao’s question.
But at the bottom of his heart, he was also relieved.
“You always sleep quite peacefully, last night was no exception.”
That’s good.
“Where is the human trafficker?”
“In the interrogation room.” Qin Yize stood up, his eyes downcast, “You must be hungry; I’ll get you some breakfast. The restroom is next door; go freshen up.”
With that, he strode away with long steps and disappeared from the room.
Gu Qiaoqiao sat up and took a sip of water from her cup.
Reason was gradually returning to her.
But the nightmare from the previous night still circled in her mind.
It was like a venomous snake hidden deep within her heart, always biting her viciously whenever she seemed to forget about it.
And such pain was something she had to endure alone, unable to share with anyone, buried deep inside her heart.
She knew she was torturing herself.
But she couldn’t help it; she simply couldn’t forget.
Go home!
Seeing her family safe and sound would make everything alright!
A sense of urgency suddenly rose in Gu Qiaoqiao’s heart, all because she had not yet seen her family.
Gu Qiaoqiao got out of bed, put on her shoes, grabbed her bag, and went next door.
By the time she returned, Qin Yize had also come in, holding a tray.
The breakfast was simple.
A plate of steamed buns, four eggs, sticky millet porridge, and two plates of crisp, appetizing pickles.
The two of them ate silently.
It seemed as though the conversation and cooperation on the train the day before were just a transient blossom; they had returned to their previous way of interacting.
Soon after finishing breakfast, Gu Qiaoqiao was about to clean up, but Qin Yize stopped her with a hand, “No need; I’ll take care of it.”
He then took out a piece of paper from his military canvas bag and handed it to Gu Qiaoqiao, “I haven’t had time these days, but last night I had a moment, so I drafted a divorce report. Take a look; if there’s anything unsatisfactory, I’ll make changes.”
Although as he picked up his pen last night, for the first time, he felt the pen was extraordinarily heavy; so heavy that it took him fifteen minutes to finally write the first character.
He didn’t know what had come over him.
That feeling was unfamiliar and it agitated him.
But at the same time, his clear mind once again reminded him that since Gu Qiaoqiao was no longer clinging, he should let go immediately.
He could never be a qualified husband.
Gu Qiaoqiao was only nineteen, her beautiful and radiant life was just beginning.
She was intelligent and kind, skilled with her hands, deserving of a better man to love and cherish her.
And that man could never be him!
Therefore, he should be happy for her timely realization.
Under his non-stop mental struggle, he, usually eloquent, took two hours to write a mere five-hundred-word divorce application.
Gu Qiaoqiao took the divorce application, a trace of surprise crossing her eyes; she had thought Qin Yize would write it only after returning to the research base, but he had acted so quickly.
Qin Yize’s handwriting was very pleasing to the eye, each stroke sharp as a sword’s edge, even carrying a compelling force.
Yet the content surprised Gu Qiaoqiao.
In the divorce application, Qin Yize attributed all the problems to himself, his words earnest, filled with apologies.
Gu Qiaoqiao then understood; Qin Yize, though cold, was a responsible man.
He approached marriage and emotions with terrifying rationality.
Such a man, unless truly in love with a woman, would respect her like ice— the perfect descriptor.
And if he truly fell for someone, he would place her on a pedestal equal to his career.
He would be fiercely loyal and passionate towards her for life; she would be his responsibility, his life, even his faith!
Gu Qiaoqiao handed back the divorce application to Qin Yize, smiling, “Actually, I am at fault too in this marriage, but still, thank you…”
Qin Yize expressionlessly took back the divorce application, casting a glance at Gu Qiaoqiao, and suddenly glimpsing that bright smile again.
Good, as long as she was happy.