If the Deep Sea Forgets You

Chapter 116: Life and Death

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Xia Qingyi thought that he was busy over work, so she was rather unhappy. He had not said a single word to her before he left for America, she did not know when he would return, and most importantly, he had not even brought back her favorite red bean cake.

Xia Qingyi did not sleep well that night, as though there was a huge stone in her brain pressing down on her, making her feel befuddled. In her daze, she felt her temples throb suddenly, she wanted to speak but she could not open her mouth.

In the morning, she was woken up by a loud noise of something shattering. She tore her eyes open, a thought suddenly clear in her mind.

She knew why Mo Han was going to America.

Xia Qingyi got up, and saw that a glass bottle near her window had fallen and broken into pieces scattered over the floor somehow, but she did not have the energy to clean up. She wiped the cold perspiration off her face, picked up her phone and called Mo Han.

The phone rang for a long time before it was picked up, and Mo Han’s tired voice answered, “Hello?”

“Are you okay?”

Mo Han paused for a long time, before he continued, “Still fine.”

But for some reason, Xia Qingyi could feel that his actual state was not very good when she heard him speak.

“I called you yesterday actually, but you didn’t pick up. I had to ask a lot of people before I found out that you’re going to America.”

“Did they say anything about it?” Mo Han asked.

“No, they only said you went to America for some personal matters.”

Mo Han stayed silent for a long time on the other end of the phone. She could faintly hear his breathing through the phone.

“My father... he... passed away...” Mo Han said.

The string around Xia Qingyi’s heart broke.

Separated far away from each other by the ocean, connected to each other by two cold cell phones via a phone call, Xia Qingyi felt Mo Han’s sadness and helplessness for the first time, even as he tried his best to appear normal.

Some things just could not be hidden.

Xia Qingyi wanted to open her mouth and comfort him, but the words remained stuck in her mouth, and she could not say a word of it in the end.

As though everything she spoke was unnecessary, and she even found it hard to say a sentence of consolation.

There were many things that were far more complicated than you thought.

“He’d overdosed on drugs, hallucinated, and started screaming and yelling on the streets while holding a gun. He injured some passers-by... In the end, the police came and shot him.”

“After he was sent to the hospital, the doctor gave him tranquilizers, but discovered that all of his blood vessels were in a bad state...”

“Even if he wasn’t shot, he would still have died sooner or later.”

“His life... in the end all his wrongdoings had harmed himself.”

Mo Han kept talking, almost as though he was mumbling to himself and that he wanted to say everything that he knew, “It was only today when I came back that I found out my father and my mother had divorced two years ago.”

“Two years, they didn’t even tell me that they’d divorced.”

Xia Qingyi quietly listened on her end of the phone, and did not say any of her opinions.

Mo Han’s voice slowly became steady. “I estimate that I’ll be staying here for a period of time, the police left it to me to handle my father’s wake. And my father’s company’s stocks had fallen drastically because of this matter. Regardless of my feelings or logical reasons, I have to save it.”

“When will you come back?” Xia Qingyi spoke for the first time.

“I will try my best.”

“I wait for you at home.” Xia Qingyi thought about it and added, “You know, I will always be here waiting for you to come back.”

Mo Han heard the voice from the other end of the phone, and stopped in his tracks.

The silent air slowly flowed along with the passing of time.

He stood at the corner of the streets in America, and heard the dull ringing of the bell from the church behind him.

The old and ancient metal gates of the church were tightly shut, the people in the church sincerely put their hands together and prayed as they sang hymns.

At that moment, he turned his head, looked at the towering spire of the church in the distance and spoke gently into the phone, “Wait for me to come back.”

Everything related to his parents were once a nightmare in his mind. No matter a good or bad ending, everything regarding them was no longer important to Mo Han.

Because he wanted the ending itself. He just wanted to start over.