Obsessive Love, The Possessive Real Young Lady - Chapter 52

The third day after the surgery.

“Knock, knock, knock”

This was the 24th time Su Sui had knocked on Shen Jiayan’s door in three days.

Compared to the muffled sounds of the previous 23 times, this one sounded significantly stronger, indicating that the owner’s physical condition was recovering well.

With just a gentle push, the door would open.

However, Su Sui outside remained stubbornly waiting for Shen Jiayan to open it, or at the very least, for her verbal permission.

But Shen Jiayan inside was as stubborn as she was.

She stubbornly wished Su Sui would proactively push the door open and stand before her to embrace her.

Yet, the reality was that despite the wooden door being unlocked, the distance between them felt like ten thousand mountains.

The person outside remained silent, and the person inside remained silent as well.

Until the knocking stopped and the footsteps gradually faded away.

Shen Jiayan sat curled up at the head of the bed, gazing out the window.

The continuous days of storms had brought a slow coolness to the entire city. Perhaps due to the change of season, the wind felt a bit bleak, like the chill of autumn.

The days seemed to have returned to the time she was sent to the sanatorium, the only difference being the scenery.

The room she was in was large, decorated in a European style. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, refracting sunlight into colorful glimmers. The light blue gauze curtains around the bed fluttered gently in the breeze. The pink and white wallpaper, paired with the off-white fireplace, brought warmth to the room.

The furniture appeared to be relics from the last century. Although well-maintained, one could still see traces of time upon close inspection. The accumulation of time made the entire room look cozy and comfortable, simple yet luxurious, exuding elegance.

Unfortunately, none of these beautiful things could bring her any joy.

Shen Jiayan sat hugging her knees on the bed, staring blankly out the window.

She was thinking, contemplating what the most rational choice would be moving forward.

She didn’t want to get angry with Su Sui, nor did she want to ruin their relationship.

She loved her, and naturally, Su Sui loved her too.

It was just that Su Sui’s heavy love made her feel somewhat suffocated and at a loss for what to do.

She touched the thick gauze covering her right eye it still hurt, an excruciating, heart-wrenching pain. It hurt so much she wanted to cry, but she couldn’t, as it contained a part of Su Sui.

Even if she was unwilling to admit it, she still remembered the scene when the doctor cut open Su Sui’s eyeball.

It was bloody.

“Creak.” The door was pushed open, and a blonde, blue-eyed caregiver walked in carrying a meal and medication.

Shen Jiayan did not turn around, afraid of seeing the gaze behind the caregiver the gaze that would make her unable to stop her tears.

The caregiver spoke a little broken Chinese, only capable of simple phrases.

She asked, “Does Miss Gao need to come stay with you?”

Shen Jiayan knew that was Su Sui’s intention.

She shook her head and replied, “No need.”

After that, the room fell silent once more until the door closed.

Su Sui, who also had one eye covered, still hadn’t earned a glance from Shen Jiayan. A wry smile touched the corner of her lips, and she turned to see Gao Wei standing behind her, her eyes still fixed on the closed door.

Su Sui shifted her steps slightly, blocking Gao Wei’s view.

Gao Wei looked at her, not showing annoyance, her eyes curving into a smile, “Want to go for a walk?”

Outside the castle, the garden was covered with lush vegetation. The low hedges were neatly trimmed, and roses of various colors burst forth from the expanse of deep green, competing for beauty in a vibrant and unrestrained manner, as if depicting an elegant and charming scroll that made one linger.

A light drizzle was falling outside, pattering softly.

This was Su Sui’s first time outdoors since losing her right eye.

Honestly, life with half of her vision gone was very difficult for her to adjust to.

It was hard to imagine how Shen Jiayan managed to adapt to this life for a full four years. Every time she thought about it, she couldn’t help but feel heartbroken for her.

Su Sui ignored the restlessness and pain in her heart, squatted down, picked a blooming pale pink rose, and brought it to her nose to smell it.

It smelled faint.

“Did you name her Gao Qiang?” Su Sui asked.

“Yes,” Gao Wei didn’t deny it.

“I like reading. Authors often use various plants to express their feelings at the moment, and the rose is one of them. Although the rose has many flower meanings, they all signify beautiful love. But what I like most is a line from a video you shared with Jiayan.”

Su Sui paused, then stood up and looked at Gao Wei, “Even if the world is occasionally cold, the heart must remain full of blossoms. Deep understanding, light letting go; when the roses bloom, the tenderness of the world is also romantic.”

Gao Wei took a deep breath, opened her umbrella to shield the rain falling freely on Su Sui, “Regret it?”

Su Sui twisted the rose stem, allowing the tiny thorns to prick her skin. The water droplets clinging to the petals rolled off, dripping coolly onto her palm.

“I regret it,” she held the rose out to Gao Wei, “I regret letting her suffer for four years.”

Gao Wei tightened her grip on the umbrella handle. In the end, she said nothing and reached out to take the delicate rose, “Let’s go back, the rain is getting heavier.”

Time kept moving forward, regardless of how hard, happy, or sorrowful the world’s inhabitants were. It continued relentlessly.

The knocking still sounded every day, and Shen Jiayan still hadn’t turned to look.

The only difference was that her room was filled with many roses.

They were brought by the caregiver when delivering medicine and meals red, pink, pale yellow…

Their colors changed daily, and before one bunch could wither, it would be replaced by a freshly picked bouquet.

Shen Jiayan couldn’t bear to throw them away, so she asked the caregiver to keep all the replaced flowers, placing them in every container that could hold water. Even the nearly withered ones were made into dried flowers and carefully preserved.

This went on for many days until the rose season ended.

Shen Jiayan also reached the day for suture removal.

After the doctor removed the stitches, he carefully examined Shen Jiayan’s right eye. Then, he gently covered her left eye with his hand and held up a number of fingers.

The long period of keeping her eye closed made Shen Jiayan slightly unaccustomed to the slight light inside the room. She squinted, adjusted, and then opened her eyes, saying, “3.”

The caregiver translated to the doctor, who smiled and nodded, then began communicating with the caregiver.

Shen Jiayan leaned back on the bed, turning her head to watch.

The flowers in the room had already withered, leaving only empty vases. Even outside the window, everything looked desolate, and the green lawn was faintly turning yellow.

It was already late autumn, and the wind had a bit of a chill. In just a little more time, snow would fall from the sky.

The snow scape in Country X was also beautiful. She had read about it in Su Sui’s books—white snow covering various castles, looking exactly like fairy-tale castles.

She casually remarked, “The first thing I’ll do after taking over the Shen Group is buy this place.”

Su Sui didn’t respond after hearing this, just looked at her quietly.

So, was Su Sui also quietly looking at her from outside the door right now?

Shen Jiayan suddenly felt ridiculous. She was the one who pushed Su Sui away.

But why, at this moment, did she vaguely hope that if she turned around, she would see Su Sui quietly waiting outside the door?

She took a deep breath and looked out the door through the reflection in the glass a place she hadn’t dared to look at until now.

Someone was standing there, but it wasn’t Su Sui. That person wore gold rimmed glasses and a business suit, standing expressionlessly. They seemed to sense her gaze, glanced through the window, but quickly looked away.

Mo Chenlin. Why was it her?

Where did Su Sui go? Where did Gao Wei go?

After giving instructions to the doctor and caregiver, they waved goodbye to Shen Jiayan, saying something like “See you later,” and then left the room with Mo Chenlin.

“Wait.” Shen Jiayan got out of bed and chased after them.

Mo Chenlin stopped and turned to look at her, “Something else?”

“I want to ask… where did Gao Wei go?”

Mo Chenlin remained expressionless, as if her face was naturally incapable of smiling, anger, or dejection.

She coldly replied, “Returned to the country with Su Sui,” and then left with the doctor.

So, she left her behind and went back to the country…

Shen Jiayan stood stunned in place, watching Mo Chenlin’s receding back in a daze. Su Sui’s image involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

Was it her indifference and coldness during this period that had hurt Su Sui so much that she chose to leave without saying goodbye?

Caregiver: “Rest more, the doctor said,” making a gesture to help her back into the room.

“Phone,” Shen Jiayan grabbed the caregiver’s wrist, “My phone.”

“Oh.” The caregiver paused for a second, then realized, picked up the box from the nearby table, opened it, found Shen Jiayan’s phone, and handed it over. “You’re recovering fast, look at it less, rest more.”

After getting her phone, Shen Jiayan quickly scrolled through Su Sui’s contact in her address book.

They rarely contacted each other via phone, as they were practically together 24 hours a day, seeing each other constantly. Any words or matters were usually communicated face-to-face.

Over time, it became a habit, a shared habit of their time together.

Shen Jiayan recalled that the last time they communicated was four years ago, when she randomly sent an emoji while drunk. It was an animated image of a cat affectionately rubbing against its owner’s palm, quite suggestive of coquetry.

In fact, she didn’t know why she sent that GIF at the time.

Who knew that Su Sui misunderstood her intention, thinking she was hinting at something. The next evening, Su Sui came wearing a black cat costume, kneeling at her feet.

Su Sui was always docile and obedient in front of her, like a pet anyone could manipulate. Even though her claws were frighteningly sharp, and even though she had hurt Su Sui’s shoulder many times, Su Sui wouldn’t utter a sound, remaining gentle.

This was the love Su Sui gave her.

Shen Jiayan looked at the empty chat interface, suddenly not knowing what to say.

Her fingertips tapped on the screen for a long time, finally condensing into just one sentence: [Are you okay?]

This sentence was purely a bit superfluous.

She had lived for four years without an eye.

She knew better than anyone that the feeling was not pleasant.

She silently deleted that sentence and replaced it with [Thank you.]

But given Su Sui’s personality, she probably wouldn’t want to hear her say thank you; this would only make Su Sui sadder.

After repeatedly changing the text in the chat box, it finally settled on ‘I miss you’.

These four words were typed unconsciously, yet they seemed to possess a magic, instantly calming Shen Jiayan’s heart.