Paradox H - ☆, Those fragile relationships…

Late August, overcast, heavy rain.
More than 170 days have passed since Ling Sinan came to this family.
A hundred days is both short and long.
Just like right now.
Ling Sinan forgot what she was thinking at that moment, and just stood quietly in front of the sliding door. Not far away, her mother was trembling all over.
At that moment, the air felt thick and heavy, like drops of blood falling, pattering onto the ground, trickling down to your feet, and then slowly, slowly dissolving.
Even the sound of rain outside the window was lowered in pitch, its trailing notes eerily echoing in my mind like the sound of a stuck cassette tape.
No, that doesn't sound like rain.
The woman's mouth trembled as she opened and closed, as if she were saying something, but she couldn't hear anything for the moment.
The scene she had imagined countless times finally came true.
No matter how many assumptions you build up, it's still a nightmare.
Until someone gently placed their hand on my shoulder.
"elder sister."
Like the unlocking of a seal, suddenly everything around me—the sticky, eerie, weightless, and bizarre atmosphere—receded like water under the touch of those two words.
Then she heard...
"He is your brother."
Ling Sinan looked directly at her mother.
Jingzhi's makeup could no longer conceal the distortion in her face, and Qiu Shanhua's eye bags trembled as she repeated those words.
"Are you an animal?! He's your brother—"
The critical point of imminent explosion was finally broken, as if glass had shattered and spread outwards in an instant. The brief silence was shattered by the woman's scream, which was deafening and pierced through the rain in the early morning, startling the birds under the eaves.
A figure rushed towards her.
At that moment, Ling Sinan had no doubt that if Ling Qingyuan hadn't been behind her, she would have been pushed off the twelfth floor.
Then I fell, looking at the face of that rapidly changing mother.
Then, with a dull "bang," I said goodbye to this world.
It probably won't hurt too much.
But the person behind her reacted even faster, blocking her way in the next second.
The powerful impact slammed into him, and his arm blocked her to the side. Ling Sinan staggered and crashed into the glass, causing the entire floor-to-ceiling window to shake.
Qiu Shanhua clung to Ling Qingyuan's arm like a madwoman, her usually adorned nail polish almost tearing her apart.
Now, disregarding everything, she drew bright red marks on Ling Qingyuan's forearm as he tried to stop her. Ling Sinan stood up straight, an arm's length away, staring at her blankly.
Ling Miao's voice came from deep in the corridor as he walked out of the bedroom, asking a question.
Ling Miao's hangover gave him a splitting headache, not to mention Qiu Shanhua's hysteria at this moment.
"He's your brother! He's your brother! He's your brother!" she kept repeating, her eyes red and bulging, accompanied by a hoarse scream: "Ling Sinan, are you even human! How could I have given birth to such a bastard like you! Why didn't I just strangle you back then! Why don't you just die—!!"
Seeing that Ling Qingyuan was blocking her way and she couldn't get any closer, she simply took a few steps back, grabbed a vase from the coffee table, and smashed it hard.
Inside the thick, transparent glass, several gladioli were planted. In that instant, the clear water inside the bottle splashed, and the water droplets, along with the glass bottle, swept through the air.
All changes happen in an instant.
Time divides the scene into slow-motion frames; he blocks, she pushes.
Finally, the vase hit her shoulder, struck her earlobe, and fell to the ground, shattering into dozens of pieces that flew in all directions.
The water was poured over her head, soaking her completely. Water droplets rolled down her face, making her look incredibly disheveled.
One drop, one drop, a transparent drop of water, suddenly tinged with a faint red, spreading across the thin shirt on her shoulder.
She tilted her head to the side, remaining stiff for a while before slowly turning it back.
The sharp edge of the vase grazed his temple, leaving a long wound.
The water droplets mixed with the seeping blood from the armpits, diluted, and then slid down.
She heard Qingyuan call her name, and then he pulled her into his arms.
More things were thrown at her, and this time he held her tightly, refusing to let go no matter what.
"Shanhua! What's wrong with you!" The man finally pulled the woman back from her rampage.
The woman mechanically turned to look at her husband, lowering her brows as she asked, "...Am I crazy?"
She then looked at the siblings embracing, her raised hand like a sharp thorn piercing into the invisible: "Ask that beast who's really gone mad..."
The man frowned deeply: "What are you talking about?"
"It's all your fault—I told you long ago that they weren't normal, I told you long ago that she shouldn't have come back!" she screamed, her eyes filled with rage, as if she wanted to devour Ling Sinan whole.
Ling Sinan's view was suddenly blocked. She looked up and saw her younger brother cupping her cheeks in his palms, extremely nervous.
"How are you? Does it hurt? Can you hear me?"
She shook her head again, without saying a word.
A single sentence could not answer several questions, and Ling Qingyuan's eyes welled up with blood.
Behind Ling Qingyuan, the man repeatedly asked the woman if she had made a mistake.
Then the room suddenly became quiet.
She pushed Ling Qingyuan away. In front of her stood a man and a woman, whom she called her parents, standing motionless like wax figures.
Until the woman slowly turned the phone screen in her hand—
The phone screen shows a view of the living room from a certain angle.
After the sand was removed, she and her brother embraced and kissed, but the rest of the scene was obscured by the sand.
But that's enough to explain everything.
Ling Sinan stared at the surveillance screen in front of her and said calmly, "That's right, I am a beast."
There's no denying that she slept with her own brother.
"Ling Sinan!" Ling Miao's furious roar exploded in his ears, deafeningly loud. He threw his head back and roared in pain, then fell into the sand, clutching his dizzy head, the veins on his forehead throbbing.
She also heard Qingyuan pull her back and call out, "Sister."
"But why did they turn into beasts?" She looked up and said softly, "Why don't you ask yourselves that question?"
Ignoring the most vicious words, her gaze was clear and bright at that moment.
It was early morning, raining, and there was a breeze blowing in from behind.
She wrapped her shawl tightly around herself, her disheveled head hanging over her shoulders, but her expression was serene.
Like a deep, cold pool in late autumn, when a single leaf falls, it creates ripples in circles.
"You don't even spare your own brother, how dare you say such a thing!" Qiu Shanhua trembled with anger, his face flushed red.
"It's me—" Ling Qingyuan was about to speak when his sister pulled him behind her.
"Am I part of this family?" she asked frankly, her back ramrod straight. "Have you ever considered me your daughter?"
"—You are not! You don't deserve it! You're just a beast! A beast that came to wreak havoc on our family!"
“Yes.” She looked up. “Since I’m not your daughter, where would I get a younger brother?”
She stepped forward, saying, "I'm a beast, a jinx, a bastard who should have been strangled back then. I had no mother to give me life, no father to raise me, so I tricked you into having your son. I slept with him, countless times, right here in this house, behind your backs, in front of you. Do you know what this is called? This is called—"
"Retribution." Her lips parted slightly, and she uttered two words.
In an instant, the man next to her suddenly stood up and swung his hand at her.
But someone grabbed him.
The man hadn't expected to encounter such strong resistance. He looked at the boy who had grabbed him, his anger reaching its peak.
Qiu Shanhua has gone mad.
She lunged forward, her hands reaching for Ling Sinan, who was now very close.
But she dodged it.
She missed her target.
What a ridiculous fact! Only then did Qiu Shanhua realize that when she wanted to hit her, she could have dodged.
This is not more than ten years ago.
She will endure your beatings and scoldings again and again because she still has hope.
But now, there isn't a single drop left.
She said it herself; she doesn't deserve it.
Ling Sinan raised her hand and wiped her face.
The back of my hand was covered in water.
But.
Why am I crying?
Why do you always look at me like that?
In that look in his eyes.
It was written with resentment and malice.
It's written with hatred.
It is written about the countless days and nights I have spent reading it over and over again, things I have tried to avoid at all costs.
Even a little bit is fine.
From childhood to adulthood, even a little bit is fine.
Let me see you love me just once.
Mother.
She laughed through her tears.
It's impossible now.
"I'm sorry," she said, choking back tears. "I'm sorry, I'm not a boy."
"I'm sorry, I can't win your favor."
"I tried my best, really."
Qiu Shanhua, with his back hunched, slowly turned around, and in that instant, he seemed to have aged decades.
In all these years, from Ling Sinan's birth until now, this is the first time that the mother and daughter have looked at each other so directly for five seconds.
She stammered, "..."
"Go to hell."
"I truly regret having given birth to such a thing as you."
Ling Sinan closed her eyes.
She slowly raised her head, tears rolling down her cheeks as if swallowed down her trembling throat.
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
She thought the separation would be so straightforward, but she never imagined that cutting ties would be so difficult.
This is truly the last time.
Never again.
"Are you done talking?"
She suddenly heard Ling Qingyuan's voice.
I opened my eyes and turned my gaze to my side.
Ling Qingyuan raised his hand, still tightly gripping his father's wrist.
"Then it's my turn to speak."
The air tightened again, becoming as taut as a string.
"—It was I who attacked my sister."
Ling Qingyuan glanced down at him, his tone indifferent and cold.
“She resisted, but I wouldn’t allow it.”
Unlike her, he was smiling, with one corner of his lips curving upwards.
"The more you hate her, the more I like her."
He paused, tilted his head, and questioned himself.
"No, there are far more than that in Bina."
"No one in this world can stop it, not even you."
He suddenly released his father's hand and stepped back in front of her.
His eyes slowly lifted, revealing a deep, luminous light.
“I told you, you can’t keep me locked up.”
"—Ling Qingyuan!"
"You're all crazy...you're all crazy!!" The woman's shrill scream interrupted the man's angry shout. She took a few steps back, all the way to the edge of the balcony, and shook her head as she cried to Ling Qingyuan, "Yuanyuan...you've been deceived by her, Mommy begs you—Mommy begs you to wake up! Wake up...leave her, please...leave her!"
"Shanhua!" The man seemed to have noticed something was wrong.
“If you don’t leave her… Mom…” The woman glanced back at the balcony behind her, “Mom will be here—”
Ling Sinan's heart also pounded, an immense sense of oppression pressing down on her shoulders like a mountain, causing a dull ache in her heart.
She was a little scared.
They were afraid that Ling Qingyuan would not agree, and that they would see their mother die in front of them.
She was also afraid that if Ling Qingyuan agreed, she would never see him again.
"Mom," Ling Qingyuan said, "Have you thought it through?"
But he remained calm as always.
"What will those people think if I jump from here?"
Qiu Shanhua froze.
"You've worked so hard for so many years, is it really worth it to exchange your life for gossip and rumors?"
"Moreover," he said, his tall figure silhouetted against the gentle breeze of the terrace, his spine straight and his gaze indifferent and detached, just like the reserved, top student he had met in front of his mother when they first met, "even if you jump from here, it will only be for our sake."
"I will not let go."
Ling Sinan's pupils gleamed slightly.
Qiu Shanhua suddenly softened.
He slumped onto the balcony.
At that moment, Ling Sinan saw the mocking smile in her younger brother's eyes.
He lowered his head, his smile dry.
"Is that right?" he asked Ling Sinan, tilting his head. "The one they love most is themselves."
He was merely a tool in their eyes for a perfect life.
A dark shadow suddenly surged up, like a nightmare.
A powerful punch landed on his face.
"Qingyuan!" Ling Sinan exclaimed in surprise as she hugged him.
There was blood at the corner of Qingyuan's mouth.
"You piece of trash, I've raised you for sixteen years for nothing!" Ling Miao's clenched fist trembled. After so long digesting the pain in Jiu Jing's body, the tearing headache finally made him unusually clear-headed at this moment.
His refined demeanor was one of utter exasperation. He couldn't believe that under his perfect upbringing, his son had slipped out of his control and committed such an immoral act.
Ling Qingyuan spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Two more hits, I'll give them back to you."
With a long sigh, he said, "After all, you raised me for sixteen years."
In the blink of an eye, another punch came flying at him without warning.
Ling Qingyuan neither blocked nor dodged. The incident happened so suddenly that by the time Ling Sinan tried to stop him, he had already been punched again. This time, blood splattered out and splashed onto the sand.
The father showed no mercy.
Ling Sinan suddenly pulled her younger brother over and hugged him tightly.
Ling Miao's face was contorted with rage as he unleashed his third punch without pause.
But this time, the fist was intercepted again.
"Sister, you can't hit her." Ling Qingyuan put one arm around her and raised his hand to block his father's fist. The bloodstains at the corner of his mouth made his tone inexplicably sinister. His words "you can't hit her" sounded like an order, making people hesitate.
"You..." Ling Miao was so angry that he mustered all his strength, his face turned red, and his fist pressed down hard, but he couldn't bring it down no matter what he did.
"Sister, go away," Ling Qingyuan instructed.
Ling Sinan hugged her younger brother tightly, sobbing uncontrollably: "Hit me if you want!"
She couldn't bear to watch; it was too painful, really.
"Fine, two hits it is then." Ling Qingyuan suddenly sighed to himself, "Go get the luggage, sister."
"clear……"
"Go get it."
Ling Sinan refused to back down, and her father and Qingyuan were locked in a stalemate.
He and she locked eyes for a moment.
As if understanding his intention, Ling Sinan rushed back to her room, dragged out her suitcase and quickly put in a few personal necessities—these were always kept in the most convenient place, so packing them now was effortless.
When she came out, the woman's wailing and the man's cursing mingled together.
Ling Qingyuan pushed her toward the door.
The moment has finally arrived, she thought.
finally.
"You dare to step out of here..."
Ling Miao stood behind them, majestic as a mountain, his sharp gaze fixed on her back, piercing her marrow like a nail, passing through her body.
His gaze sank deeper and deeper, as if one could hear the solemn tolling of bells and chimes, like a torrent, like a sea of mud, engulfing her.
Ling Qingyuan pushed her toward the door without paying any attention to her.
With wind and rain following behind, it exuded an aura of almost mutual destruction.
Qingyuan suddenly turned around.
She didn't see how it happened; she only knew that when she turned her head, Ling Qingyuan was already standing there sideways, and a stiff figure lay on the ground.
Ling Qingyuan looked up at her.
They walked over and opened the door.
“We…” She was pushed outside the door, turned her head to ask, but found that he was still standing at the door.
Inside the door.
"It's not the right time yet." He twitched the corner of his mouth, which also tugged at the bright red stain.
Ling Sinan realized something and her eyes widened: "No—you have to come with me—!"
“If we stay together, neither of us will be able to leave.” He kissed the top of her head. “It’s not the right time yet.”
She dropped her luggage and rushed towards him.
But he pushed her even further away.
Ling Sinan stood in front of the door, her luggage scattered haphazardly at her feet, like the ruins of a war zone, like an abandoned city.
A shadow hovered in her mind, like a vulture preparing for the worst, slowly circling above her, all alone.
Time stretched out like a dying thread, each second shrouded in utter silence…
Collapse.
“Yuanyuan…”
Her pupils lost focus, leaving her indifferent. A warm, urgent feeling welled up in her eyes again, but she pulled her head back to hold it back.
Don't cry.
Crying is admitting defeat.
How could she possibly admit defeat?
Her gaze fell upon the gates of the isolated city.
Her closest blood relatives stood inside the door.
And the person she cares about most.
Ling Qingyuan turned to the side and slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Looking back, my gaze finally met hers.
His eyes remained calm, yet a storm was brewing within them.
Then the door narrowed her view more and more, inch by inch cutting off her connection with him, as if compressing the whole world, and the space collapsed.
In the very end, all she remembered was the boy's lips moving beneath his peach blossom eyes before the door closed.
He said.
Don't cry.
Nan Nan.

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