Can You Love Me?

The door of the room was still tightly closed. In just two days, Mrs. Jane's hair has grown a lot more gray.

She said to Jian Wanjun, "Break in, at least to see how your son is doing now."

Although her husband, Jian Si, and her son's friends all said that it was absolutely impossible for her son to commit suicide, Mrs. Jian was still worried. It was her son, the meat of her heart, and she felt distressed.

Even if it wasn't suicide, it's been two days, without eating or drinking, it's unbearable to be alone!

Jian Wanjun patted his wife on the shoulder and said, "Tomorrow... If he doesn't come out tomorrow, he will force his way in no matter what."

Jian Wanjun didn't suggest letting people break in because he knew his son well, and as a man, he knew that his son needed time to accept this cruel reality.

And their relatives should also give him an independent space, let him accept and get used to this pain.

Jian Wanjun could understand why Jian Zechuan had such a big reaction after learning of Xin Ai's death.

If it was the woman he liked that he didn't cherish when he was alive, and then he suddenly understood after she died, oh...I always liked her in my heart.

This is not just sadness, but more regret and guilt.

Because it was irreversible, the pain was even more piercing.

Jian Wanjun sighed, you said, who would have thought that the girl who was vulgar and money-worshipping, with no merits in her body, would defeat all the wealthy daughters and become the woman his son couldn't let go of.

Who would have thought that the world is impermanent, and a good person would be gone if he said nothing!

After waiting for another day, Jian Zechuan hadn't come out yet, and Jian Wanjun didn't wait any longer. If he didn't eat or drink for three days and didn't go in, he was going to die.

He wanted his son to come out by himself, but if he couldn't come out, then he, as an old man, couldn't watch him die inside.

Jian Wanjun asked Jian Si to bring someone over to break open the door.

Everything was ready, and when he was about to start, the door suddenly opened from the inside.

Jian Zechuan's figure appeared in front of everyone, and everyone was stunned for a moment.

There were about ten people blocking the door, including Jian Wanjun and his wife. They all held their breath and dared not say a word.

In the end, it was Mrs. Jane who asked tremblingly first, "Son...you...are you okay..."

"It's okay!" Jian Zechuan's voice was hoarse and weak. Apart from his complexion, he was in good spirits. At least, he was much better than they expected.

Moreover, he unexpectedly took a shower, his hair was dripping with water.

Mrs. Jian and the others originally thought that Jian Zechuan must be distraught, and must be in pain.

But... when he opened the door and appeared in front of them, unexpectedly... the situation was not as bad as they thought.

They should have breathed a sigh of relief, but looking at his dark eyes that were as silent as stagnant water, they couldn't breathe out the breath of relief before they started, and they were even more worried.

If Jian Zechuan could show a scene of grief, at least he was venting.

However, Jian Zechuan did not, his calmness was even more worrying.

In those eyes, there is no longer the cold light that used to be there, like a dumb magic soldier, no more dazzling brilliance.

Mrs. Jane looked at her son in front of her, her throat seemed to be blocked by a hard object, stuck there, uncomfortable and painful.

She tentatively asked, "Son, are you hungry? Would you like something to eat..."

"Um!"

Jian Zechuan actually agreed, and while Mrs. Jian was shocked, she hurriedly waved her hand and asked Jian Si and the others to bring over all the fresh meals they had been preparing.

"Then... then you eat... quickly..."

Jian Zechuan sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and finished his meal under Mrs. Jian's earnest and concerned eyes.

Putting down the chopsticks after eating, he said, "Let's go."

Mrs. Jane hurriedly asked, "son, you... where are you going?"

Jian Zechuan looked at his parents with red eyes: "Go back first, I still have something to do."

Mrs. Jian still wanted to ask, but Jian Wanjun grabbed her arm.

Jian Wanjun nodded: "Alright then, you can go."

He and his wife sent Jian Zechuan downstairs and watched him leave in the car.

Before leaving, Jian Wanjun took another look at Jian Si, telling him to take good care of him.

After the person left, Mrs. Jane hurriedly asked: "Why didn't you ask me just now? What if he goes to some dangerous place?"

Jian Wanjun put his arms around his wife's shoulders and let out a long sigh: "Except for that room, there is no place that is dangerous. If he can walk out, it means that he knows what he should do in the future. At this time, don't force him to ask him too urgently. It's appropriate." Just care, let him do what he wants to do, and always let her do something to vent."

It was not easy for Jian Zechuan to get out of that house. Jian Wanjun didn't know what his inner suffering was like during these three days.

It may be like hell, suffering in dire straits, struggling in pain, despair and remorse.

In the end, he opened the door, walked out, and chose to accept Xin Ai's death. At the same time, he also accepted the torture he would have to endure in the future...

On the way, Jian Si asked, "Where is the third master going?"

Jian Zechuan said indifferently: "The cemetery."

Jian Si's hands holding the steering wheel trembled, of course he knew where the cemetery that the third master was talking about was.

He also knew that if the third master walked out of the room, he would definitely want to see Xin Ai.

Jian Si quietly took a breath and looked towards the cemetery.

It was cloudy today, and before it even reached the place, it started to rain lightly.

Jian Zechuan looked sideways out of the window, it was also raining the night Xin Ai had a car accident.

The moment the car collided, the moment the fire burned her, how desperate she was, he couldn't understand how scared she must be for a person who is so afraid of pain?

The place in Jian Zechuan's heart that had been in severe pain all the time became even more painful.

However, his pain may not be as good as one-tenth of Xin Ai's original pain.

Finally arrived at the place, Jian Si stopped the car, got out of the car and opened the umbrella, trying to open the door for Jian Zechuan.

But as soon as he opened the umbrella, Jian Zechuan had already come down and walked past him.

Jian Si quickly chased after him: "Third Master, I...I'll take you there..."

In front of Xin Ai's tombstone, Jian Zechuan stopped.

Jian Si tried to get close to him several times to protect him from the rain, but he pushed him away.

Standing in front of the tombstone, Jian Zechuan remained motionless, his frost-colored face was expressionless, his pale lips were tightly pursed, and the photo of Xin Ai on the tombstone was reflected in his eyes.

The photo Su Xiaoling chose was a photo they took when they were freshmen.

At that time, Xin Ai was still a shy, introverted, innocent and kind girl, with a sweet smile on her lips that made people unable to help but laugh along with her.

Jian Zechuan suddenly remembered that he didn't have a single photo of Xin Ai in his phone until now.